<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:36:13.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle In London: Do-over</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8698166836724918477</id><published>2008-10-29T14:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:05:39.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New life...</title><content type='html'>Recently I have settled into life as a graduate. Also known as being continually skint and living in the " 'hood "... It builds character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood is a total ethnic stew and I love it. I went to the Sunday market a few blocks from my house to buy avocados (10 nearly rotten ones for 1£). Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8698166836724918477?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8698166836724918477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8698166836724918477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8698166836724918477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8698166836724918477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-life.html' title='New life...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-963031625956141241</id><published>2008-10-29T14:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:42:46.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazzie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sunday we celebrated Sarvenaz' birthday with drinks on the South Bank at Royal Festival Hall. After dinner we wanted to have a keepsake photo of the evening so we posed by the river. While we were walking toward the embankment, a drunken man crawled over the railing so he was balancing on the river-side of the rail, looking out onto the promenade. None of us saw it, but I think we all heard it..... He just fell (or jumped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is it was low tide so he fell into the Thames beach about 30 or so feet down. He was barely moving, so Richard decided it would be best to call the police as the tide could come up and take this guy away really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the 999 operator that a man has jumped from the embankment walkway into the river.&lt;br /&gt;They want a street name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... we are on a pedestrian promenade. There is no street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;999:&lt;/strong&gt; We need a street in order to locate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay… we are standing in front of Royal Festival Hall on the South Bank … the promenade on the Thames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;999:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know where Royal Festival Hall is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R:&lt;/strong&gt; (Agast) OK. He is basically in the water of the RIVER THAMES. About 100 feet off of Festival Pier. Between Embankment and Waterloo Bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;999:&lt;/strong&gt; We need a street name, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a river!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police finally agree to come to him, provided we stay there. Meanwhile, after making some sort of attempt at a sand angel, he peels himself off the sand (I mean it, peels) barely walks up the stairs back to the promenade. He chats a bit with Richard and then falls asleep on the sidewalk face down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Nazzie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-963031625956141241?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/963031625956141241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=963031625956141241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/963031625956141241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/963031625956141241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/10/nazzies-birthday.html' title='Nazzie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6332427438555649569</id><published>2008-07-30T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:15.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis....</title><content type='html'>My freedom is nigh, and you can bet it tastes like happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis due in 23h451m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break, entertaining my Abbie, then reading lots and lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I should attempt to land a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not rush things when life is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228855979257924562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SJCgzzlYi9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pTcezr2WoHE/s320/science.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6332427438555649569?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6332427438555649569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6332427438555649569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6332427438555649569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6332427438555649569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/07/thesis.html' title='Thesis....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SJCgzzlYi9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pTcezr2WoHE/s72-c/science.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8581808573562751410</id><published>2008-07-01T12:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:16.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Espania!</title><content type='html'>Will write a long post about it later... but for now here are some photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrcOU56I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PilzwwwWjZ8/s1600-h/familyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrcOU56I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PilzwwwWjZ8/s320/familyphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079522084415394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Photo, waiting for our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrNTwpOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r1rITu44xXA/s1600-h/cuban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrNTwpOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r1rITu44xXA/s320/cuban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079518080672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afternoon Cuban Cigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrZJRW3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/F8fPQ-qpbZk/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrZJRW3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/F8fPQ-qpbZk/s320/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079521257905010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrqJUpDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tsiQ6yEDH0o/s1600-h/morecubans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrqJUpDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tsiQ6yEDH0o/s320/morecubans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079525821522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evening Cuban Cigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrtFLUeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J969WJl0Nq0/s1600-h/unwantedsminning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrtFLUeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J969WJl0Nq0/s320/unwantedsminning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079526609441250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Very unwanted swimming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXQhIIotI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wXa3fEQos_Y/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXQhIIotI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wXa3fEQos_Y/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079059544154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsKXDGpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JNDXpihI5Ss/s1600-h/meandrichard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsKXDGpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JNDXpihI5Ss/s320/meandrichard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078434957400722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Richard never seems to mind where photos of him in Y-fronts end up.... here you go, Dickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsf3lRrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FGi2U5WMOnI/s1600-h/meash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsf3lRrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FGi2U5WMOnI/s320/meash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078440731002546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Prematurely ageing skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsWZqQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oM9fRwue4ew/s1600-h/meeatingham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWsWZqQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oM9fRwue4ew/s320/meeatingham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078438189581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunshine+sundress+ham=inner peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWskIXYII/AAAAAAAAAJc/X3qFfIfMFFs/s1600-h/merichard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpWskIXYII/AAAAAAAAAJc/X3qFfIfMFFs/s320/merichard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078441875136642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's good to have land!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PHOTOS CAN ALSO BE FOUND BY &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2450729&amp;amp;l=3cb2e&amp;amp;id=6811293"&gt;CLICKING HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8581808573562751410?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8581808573562751410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8581808573562751410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8581808573562751410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8581808573562751410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-espania.html' title='Viva Espania!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SGpXrcOU56I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PilzwwwWjZ8/s72-c/familyphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-5518127098807513460</id><published>2008-06-08T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:53:59.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, Post Exams.</title><content type='html'>I am back in the social loop now, and am enjoying it quite nicely! And I have been exhausting my Museums Association Membership and visiting all the exhibitions I eyed during the exam period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my good friends in London is a master's art student, and she clued me in to the First Thursday events. The private art galleries in my area (and there are many) open late on the first Thursday of every month. They supply a DJ and serve free beer and wine to guests. We must have gone to at least six of them. It was all very East End, not pretentious at all, which pleased me because I am a microbiologist, not an artist. At the after party, which was at a &lt;em&gt;nicer&lt;/em&gt; bar around the corner from my home, the crowd changed a bit into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoxton&lt;/span&gt; elite, but all was well because the elite crew was still nice and we met some very interesting people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day I went solo to the Hayward Gallery Psycho Buildings exhibit. It was amazing! They actually built a pond on the roof of the building. So, it was four p.m. on a rare sunny day in London and I was on a rowboat on a roof overlooking Big Ben and all of London. If that isn't nice, what is? --I am going back later this week and will try to take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was moving day! This has some pros and cons. Basically, everyone in my building had to move to another building so that they can turn my building into a hostel. It turns out, I had way more stuff in my shoebox than I could have imagined. But, luckily we made it into a family affair and Richard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt; moved Ashley and I over within hours, while my unlucky friends took over seven hours to finally move. My room is a bit smaller than my last one (if possible), but it is also very cozy! The bad parts are that Ashley and I were split up, and I now live with three Chinese men and women who cook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;,--- and their cooking smells. Bad. (Terribly sorry, but it is true!). But, on the upside, I won't have to send Ashley anymore nasty text messages that shrewdly imply over and over that if she wants a happy roommate and friend she will need to buy milk, eggs, and bread. She also won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me at 3 a.m. asking "are you awake?" when she locks herself out. (When you text me at 3 a.m., that results in waking me up, and by default, I am then awake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our mad moving afternoon, I met up with Mia (the art student) for a roof party.&lt;br /&gt;Parties and ponds on roofs! Very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are gearing up for our vacation in Spain! We may do some snorkeling, or some jet skiing, but definitely some laying around and doing nothing in the sun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xabia.org/?idi=en"&gt;Here is the website &lt;/a&gt;for the area we are going to! It looks LOVELY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now to go destroy the private gardens of the rich and famous. This is the one day of the year the private gardens and squares are open. Get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-5518127098807513460?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/5518127098807513460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=5518127098807513460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5518127098807513460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5518127098807513460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-post-exams.html' title='My Life, Post Exams.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8790256074436041290</id><published>2008-05-28T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:16.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Exams Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Only 18 hours of this hell left! I will regain my life tomorrow and celebrate by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately hitting the pub with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Going to H&amp;amp;M to by myself something nice... but cheap... and that I needed anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a long nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying a shower beer (beer in the shower... also known as heaven).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making my hair really.... BIG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then out with the medical molecular biology ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205456527419295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SD1_IcqQxeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DkA6BM6jx00/s200/HAHAHAHA.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8790256074436041290?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8790256074436041290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8790256074436041290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8790256074436041290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8790256074436041290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-exams-down.html' title='5 Exams Down!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SD1_IcqQxeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DkA6BM6jx00/s72-c/HAHAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8701049925872147529</id><published>2008-05-25T07:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:16.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Race Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlQjxwE9dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4D8fX7SMalc/s1600-h/swapsarv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlQjxwE9dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4D8fX7SMalc/s320/swapsarv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204279419983951314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying for these exams since Mom left, and have felt exiled from life ever since then!&lt;br /&gt;I will update you on the few occurences that were interesting, but do not involve studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAP-A-RAMA: The New York Times did an article on this party night in London! Anyway, if you can believe it, I swapped a Santa Claus hat for a SIR PEYTON MANNING jersey! I saw the blue shirt/white stripes/number 18 and then practically accausted this poor fellow. He didn't see the big deal about the shirt. Clearly, he was an idiot and swapped me the most holy shirt in the land for a fuzzy red head cover. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was full-on representing everything I love at this weeks swap. It had a no pants theme (executed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tastefully&lt;/span&gt;, thank you) and I wore (thick, thank you) black leggings with my Union Jack undewear over the top and my Sir Peyton jersey! My camera is officially killed, so unfortunately the photos I have are crap. My internet is also killed, so even if I did have photos I couldn't load them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was walking from my house to Old Street tube and I was grabbed by some £&amp;amp;%$. On the very rare occasions that a man whistles/yells/stares at me, I always ignore them because I think it is rude and I should be able to walk in peace. This man did not find this acceptable and said hey lady and gave me a bear hug. I was completely un-prepared for this and just kicked as hard as possible (not very hard, as they were like 2 inch kicks). Anyway, he let me go.... Leaving everyone standing at the bus stop at noon on Wednesday in utter shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS FROM MOM-A-RAMA RAZZMATAZZ.&lt;br /&gt;These are from my facebook album... let's see if this link works! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2417903&amp;amp;l=976c9&amp;amp;id=6811293"&gt;Yes, click here for mom week photos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? No? Well now this is fun! I can share other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; photos!!! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2406607&amp;amp;l=bf964&amp;amp;id=6811293"&gt;and here for other photos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and as further evidence that I am the luckiest girl in the world, I have purchased a post-exam treat for myself. .... a weekend on the Spanish Coast. Costa Blanca, here I come....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlW09UiWiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FbnpFsa0zHk/s1600-h/costa_blanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlW09UiWiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FbnpFsa0zHk/s200/costa_blanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204286312217205282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlWr5nXdyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/srl5g-xJJ6I/s1600-h/costa+blanca11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlWr5nXdyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/srl5g-xJJ6I/s200/costa+blanca11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204286156603619106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8701049925872147529?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8701049925872147529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8701049925872147529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8701049925872147529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8701049925872147529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-race-day.html' title='Happy Race Day....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/SDlQjxwE9dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4D8fX7SMalc/s72-c/swapsarv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-4239574777334562482</id><published>2008-04-06T19:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:39:05.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With excitement!</title><content type='html'>My mommy may take over my blog for the next week.... as she is coming to London town!! I couldn't possibly be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK: Confidential to my dearest Auntie M: mdmetcal@gmail.com (notice how there is no F at the end, OK?). Write asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and such from London!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-4239574777334562482?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/4239574777334562482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=4239574777334562482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4239574777334562482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4239574777334562482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-excitement.html' title='With excitement!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-5282884111960691973</id><published>2008-03-27T06:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:16.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much is new!!</title><content type='html'>I just finished my last assignment of the year! In a few hours I have to present a poster I made (on cytokines, COOL!) and then I am done with my master's degree classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Kind of. I have 6 exams in May and they are all worth 50% of my final grade.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I will be in the lab full-time. Then I will be working hard to finish my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have plenty to look forward to in the mean time. --&gt; MOM IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing public transportation stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suit-ed and booted man was sitting next to a homeless-looking man on the tube. Both appeared to be in their fifties. The disheveled man was doing a sudoku and his pencil broke. The city man immediately offered him his pen. The homeless man pulled out another pencil and said, "Thank you, boss, but I always carry a spare." Isn't that lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks earlier, I was at my stop at Old Street and for the first time ever I the train was so busy I couldn't get to the doors to exit in time. A city man noticed my horror and demanded that everyone 'make way' for me to make it out of the train. I did, but was followed by a suit. He said, "Miss, I believe you dropped this." ...It was my iPod. The earbuds were still in my ears, and I was apparently dragging it. I would have had a grave surprise when the wire snapped as the train pulled away. I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other week I jumped onto a train just as the doors were beeping (closing). I was successful... kind of. The doors closed on my backpack, so I looked like a bug who flipped over. It took what seemed like ages for an elderly man and a young chav to pull the doors back open. Then I had to stand there in the train as 'that girl.' And take out my iPod to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is: there is a lot of good will on the Underground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been busy! We had our monthly clothes-swap last Thursday. As you know, I am slightly cooler than most people. Apparently  my coolness has caught on and now everyone wants a piece of the swap! We waited in line from 8:30-10:00. Can you believe this? Viva la swap!? I think it has run it's course for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R-t-unkg7yI/AAAAAAAAAHs/24gGvdCBy2A/s1600-h/n200900085_32234299_5467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R-t-unkg7yI/AAAAAAAAAHs/24gGvdCBy2A/s320/n200900085_32234299_5467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182375135581105954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO: My friends and me at the Barbican!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-5282884111960691973?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/5282884111960691973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=5282884111960691973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5282884111960691973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5282884111960691973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-much-is-new.html' title='So much is new!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R-t-unkg7yI/AAAAAAAAAHs/24gGvdCBy2A/s72-c/n200900085_32234299_5467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7971455065433048960</id><published>2008-03-02T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:34:54.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruition Embodied</title><content type='html'>This is the ever-so-late Amsterdam post. I am only going to write what we did during the trip, so it may not be the most interesting post. But to start I will say Amsterdam is an amazing laid back city. I didn't see a SINGLE Starbucks. And, there are 750,000 people in the city and 600,000 bikes. Thus, Amsterdam is the closest city to Utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pleasant journey from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/span&gt; and landed in Amsterdam around 10 pm. The train from the airport to central Amsterdam was only 15 min. long and only 4 Euros. That is, unless you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt;, who decided he would get the discounted ticket, eligible only for children. This didn't bode well with the ticket attendant, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt; played the perfect ignorant tourist and talked himself out of a 50 Euro fine. Job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling into our rooms, we ate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; meal at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; Leicester Square-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; area in town and then called it a night.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard didn't set his alarm properly and we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt; and Ashley in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vondel&lt;/span&gt; Park, which was next to our hostel, about a half hour late. The hostel was as bare-bones as you could get. The room was a standard sized motel room, but had four bunk beds... a tight squeeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Van Gogh Museum was first on our list. I learned that he only actually painted for ten years and went through many different styles, not just the brightly colored gobs of paint on canvas you usually see. Then we headed to a mother-daughter owned cafe, a colorful coffee-house decorated with a mural of Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt; smoking a joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at an Indonesian place with menu descriptions as specific as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Goble&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-gook Plate: Decadent and lovely." Who needs an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ingredient&lt;/span&gt; list? (As it turns out none of us, because the surprise dishes were as tasty as can be!). The punchy waitress informed us that the background music was performed by the Dutch equivalent to Frank Sinatra. He had died the day before and they were playing it as a tribute. It was awful. Between the four of us we couldn't decide if we were happy he died because he would no longer make any more music, or if we were sad he died because we were currently being forced to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we did some Amsterdam shopping and walked around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vondel&lt;/span&gt; Park until late late late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick still hadn't figured out the time change and AGAIN set his alarm for an hour off Amsterdam time. He decided to buy my forgiveness by offering to treat me to a bagel and coffee. It turned out that two bagels and two coffees go for exactly $16.50 in Amsterdam. This gave me a lot of quiet glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt; and Ashley in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Vondel&lt;/span&gt; Park and then enjoyed a pancake breakfast. (I mentioned above this post is for record keeping, not for entertainment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we rented bikes. This has so far been the best money I have ever spent in Europe. And, apparently, I am considered a little person, and was given a little person bike. Ashley kept warning us that she hadn't ridden a bike since her childhood and she inevitably fell off the bike about 2 blocks into our ride.** What did the nearest onlooker do? Laugh. And not an ordinary chuckle- he screamed, pointed, and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;deeeeep&lt;/span&gt; belly laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode our bikes to Rembrandt's house. I want to say it was an awesome filled with his paintings, but it actually used to be his house. It contained zero artwork and zero insight into the life of this man. I only suggest going to see this museum if you have an incredible interest into his daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;, or if you have written a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ph&lt;/span&gt;.D. dissertation on the type of crap he liked to collect (stuffed dead animals, weapons, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode our bikes to the Red Light District. I was aware that there would be prostitutes in windows, but it was really shocking to actually see them! The girls (some looked like supermodels, some looked like Rosanne Barr) would open a door and you could just walk into their room (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys went to the hemp museum. Ashley and I were uninterested and we decided to meet back up with them later. We were in the middle of the Red Light District and had no idea what to do. We passed a place that had a PEEP SHOW sign, and we thought, "Well, when in Rome..."&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 Euro for 2 minutes. There were frosted windows that magically cleared after you put your coins in the slot, this revealed a girl stripping on a bed... make that a rotating bed. Ashley and I were bored after about 30 seconds, but it is worth the story, not to mention the look on the boys' faces when they asked us what we got up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we ate a fondue dinner. I learned that Ashley has a tendancy to be right 99% of the time. Cheese fondue is not at all yummy. After I left I realized my dinner consisted of bread with cheese, and french fries with cheese. Then we headed to the theatre to see a visual explosion of [insert euphemism and change subject].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show I got Richard back for not setting the alarm correctly by demanding at 12:30 am that we needed to go out and find a proper dinner. This was NOT an easy task. I again got a great amount of glee in this. I don't consider this vindictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sunday: We did it all on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode our bikes to an area called Jordaan. We went to the houseboat museum, apparently only to color in coloring books, but it was fun!*** (****). Then it was off to the Tulip Museum and finally the Rijik Museum, where we saw Rembrandt's famous Night Watch painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our museum splurge we enjoyed the last few hours with our bikes and rode to a park that started with an O (anyone remember?). We made an honest attempt at lunch and then headed back to town to return  our bikes. It was a sad goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was nap-time! We had a surprisingly amazing dinner at a place that looked like it could've been a Brazil, Indiana truck stop. Ooooh the dessert! Anyway, we enjoyed our last evening in the city at a smoky jazz club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys headed back to London early in the morning to catch their 10am class, but Ashley and I stuck around to go to the Anne Frank house. This is the canal-house where she spent her time in hiding during WWII. I remembered reading the book when I was a kid, but this gave it a whole new perspective. I bought the book at the airport so I could get the full affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our Munich debacle (missing our flight and spending 10.5 hours stranded in the airport in order to catch the next flight) we headed to the airport about 5 hours early and caught up with some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow customs in London only took 10 minutes and we were home by midnight. Perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ashley left her purse at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; joint, but luckily the waitress ran after her to return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**During this bike ride Ashley dropped her gloves. A kind citizen picked them up and rode them back to Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ashley left her scarf here. After the Tulip Museum we had to go back to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** This is when it really sunk in to me that Ashley can be absent-minded. (Personal note to Ashley: Thank you for reminding me where I hid all my important documents that I hadn't seen for months. .... ummm yeah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7971455065433048960?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7971455065433048960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7971455065433048960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7971455065433048960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7971455065433048960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/03/fruition-embodied.html' title='Fruition Embodied'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7764510744940392145</id><published>2008-02-16T21:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:17.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life here goes WHOOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashley and I returned safely from Amsterdam late Monday night. The trip was amazing! We made an itinerary and stuck to it! I think we even did more than we anticipated- and yet had a relaxing weekend!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7ecBNYN8LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lunK-3Ffddc/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7ecBNYN8LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lunK-3Ffddc/s320/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167770642015973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7ecCtYN8MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GLuYCC62hsg/s1600-h/P1030060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 419px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7ecCtYN8MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GLuYCC62hsg/s320/P1030060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167770667785777346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to have the Amsterdam post done shortly! Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;London has been going so fast, and by that I mean this year! It's killing me! Thursday was our monthly clothes swap night. It turned out to be a bit of a bust as word is catching on to this 'phenomenon' and most of my friends came too late to get in... but Richard, Katerina, Manish and I had a great time! My great gal pal Sarvenaz was my official valentine and we showered each other with silly pound store gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7efrdYN8NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nb5yBSxiIZs/s1600-h/P1070005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7efrdYN8NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Nb5yBSxiIZs/s320/P1070005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167774666400329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Noria/Desktop/My%20Pictures/London%202007-2008/Swap/P1070005.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Noria/Desktop/My%20Pictures/London%202007-2008/Swap/P1070005.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7efsNYN8OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1x_7FYuo8QU/s1600-h/P1070006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7efsNYN8OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1x_7FYuo8QU/s320/P1070006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167774679285231842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I was back to the books after sleeping of a monster hangover most of the day Friday. I can't hang... I think I am getting too old for this staying out until 1:00 am stuff (!). After spending the afternoon at the library, the dynamic of living in the city brought about a huge self-realization. My Tube train stopped in the middle of the tunnel and the engineer made an announcement that the train in front of us had an unattended package on it. This means that there is a one in infinity chance it is a bomb.... I had my iPod out and thought, "OK, so there is a 1/infinity chance I am going to die- like right now- what do I want to be listening to?" I immediatly thought: Sugar Magnolia, Grateful Dead. Self-realization: I really really like the Dead more than I thought! Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Ashley do laundry, she treated me to Vietnamese food after finding out some dire news about my bank balance (blasted weak dollar). Then Dick, Tino, Ashley and I hit Edgeware Road to smoke some Hookah. Lovely, lovely quiet evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signing off, and am making a promise to make a greater attempt to update this more!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7764510744940392145?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7764510744940392145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7764510744940392145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7764510744940392145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7764510744940392145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-here-goes-whoosh.html' title='Life here goes WHOOSH!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R7ecBNYN8LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lunK-3Ffddc/s72-c/P1010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6785755290716062293</id><published>2008-01-27T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:18.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you tire of London? This is a LONG post, so settle in with a warm beverage....</title><content type='html'>I really love this city!&lt;br /&gt;It is the start of the semester, so my friends and I have chilled a bit and explored the city. Thus creating a new approach to London, along with a new motto: "Less drinking, more walking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is so much to see here... So we started going on London walks. www.walks.com&lt;br /&gt;These walks take you places in London you would never see on your own, and for the price of 1 and 2/3 pints (5 pounds). A great supplement to actually living here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday- Took an evening to myself and explored the Tate Modern. Ultimately decided that the best place a person could physically be in is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Bridge over the River Thames that leads from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; to St. Paul's Cathedral. Wonderful! After a sober evening in the museum I went out for a drink with (non-school) friends in the middle of nowhere in London (Woolrich-Arsenal). When I arrived at ten pm one person in my group was very drunk. Very drunk. We were asked to leave. I went home. In conclusion, I got kicked out of a pub. ... New experiences...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50qYGuscvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSLZhzxzXPM/s1600-h/P1010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327341648147186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50qYGuscvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSLZhzxzXPM/s200/P1010208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday- Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Notting&lt;/span&gt; Hill with Iris and bought a wonderful dress for only 3 pounds, in addition to enough brie to feed an army for only 1 pound. SCORE! I was with three others and we had our photo taken in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;picturesque&lt;/span&gt; street. Right before the camera went off a man fell right in front of us. He dropped his cell phone, slid across the concrete arms out, and&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ate it. &lt;/span&gt;We weren't really sure what to do and it all happened so fast! As he was laying at our feet and we just looked at each other. The man then muttered 'dammit,' got up, and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;apologised &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;! The stranger took our photo, and we walked off... just waiting for karma to get us. Photo: Some lovely English chaps enjoying the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday evening- I went on the London Walks Tour called "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ghosts&lt;/span&gt; of the Old City." It was a wonderful excursion through old alleys around St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; and a square mile of London that is known as "The City." It was marvelous! I learned all sorts of interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt; stories and the history of a neighborhood very close to mine. In fact, we decided to just walk home to Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Street&lt;/span&gt; from St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt;. I am not at all sure how long it takes (but, I know it is walking distance... cool, or what?) because I decided take a pit stop and give my friend a tour of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Barbican&lt;/span&gt; Centre, a complex built above all roads to house an entirely pedestrianized venue for multiple theaters, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;, museum, performing arts center, and much much more... An entire complex dedicated to public space! We ended up catching a free Irish band concert and drinking wine until 11 pm. We then walked back to Old Street to meet our friends for a quick 3o min. dance before closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.... I did everything possible in London in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday- We went to Brick Lane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Spitalfields&lt;/span&gt;, and Petticoat lane markets. Again, all walking &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t5muscxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UAEK87SbCMA/s1600-h/P1010215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160331215708648210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t5muscxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UAEK87SbCMA/s200/P1010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;distance from my house. I love the East End... It is a bit dodgy, and more than a little gritty, but it is old old old, and has tons of history (Jack the Ripper, German air raids, etc). I found a great Wedgwood piece for my mom for only 4 pounds. I love the markets! Sunday evening we all settled into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tino's&lt;/span&gt; apartment near Bond Street and had a Michael Lynch/Woody Allen movie night. Photo: me in tiny alley in East End and next to some great graffiti. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xrmusc2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZoOErtFOKdg/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160335373236990818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xrmusc2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZoOErtFOKdg/s200/P1010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xrmusc2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZoOErtFOKdg/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t5muscxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UAEK87SbCMA/s1600-h/P1010215.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday through Wednesday- I went to classes, the gym, studied and led an otherwise boring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;, except that Ashley and I did a Jack the Ripper London Walk. I am determined to grow old in the East End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;- I had class. Boring. OK. Then it was the beginning of my favorite night of the month: SWAP-A-RAMA RAZZMATAZZ. Otherwise known as the clothes swap. My friend Dick and I&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t52uscyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJVSwFi3vp8/s1600-h/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160331220003615522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t52uscyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJVSwFi3vp8/s200/P1010224.JPG" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took it very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; this time, arriving before 9 pm. and armed with a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;garments&lt;/span&gt; we could live without... And there has never been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;swaparama&lt;/span&gt; like it!!! We had a strong crew of eight of us swapping with maybe 200 other London folk! The photos say it all. The first is what we looked like before. Then some photos of the middle. Then the last is what we looked like at 2 am in the kitchen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; what a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50ycGusc5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AMRAlRgWab4/s1600-h/n200900085_32036052_4839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160336206460646290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50ycGusc5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AMRAlRgWab4/s200/n200900085_32036052_4839.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50ycGusc6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2A6IX4H6Two/s1600-h/n200900085_32036067_7062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R500dGusc8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/5lqNRrh-ya0/s1600-h/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160338422663771074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R500dGusc8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/5lqNRrh-ya0/s200/P1010273.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R500dmusc9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YUWXFv-LNV4/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160338431253705682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R500dmusc9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YUWXFv-LNV4/s200/P1010280.JPG" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50t6WusczI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T-kjUowxHDk/s1600-h/P1010255.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Woke up early(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) and met Richard in Greenwich. This is the place where time was invented. I would say what actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; there but I was kind of hung-over and extremely exhauste&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xsmusc3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1W2LTOn6Pzc/s1600-h/P1010295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160335390416860018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xsmusc3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1W2LTOn6Pzc/s200/P1010295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d. So I am going to just go with 'time was invented there.' You can stand on the actual line that is the Prime Meridian. And I did just that, except we couldn't be bothered to take &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;photo of it. You'll just have to take my word for it. Interestingly enough, Richard was setting his watch to THE time of the Greenwich Royal Observatory with a clock next to the Prime Meridian, but I looked over to another clock on the Observatory building, and the times were different. Different! By at least 20 seconds. We really felt inclined to tell someone about this huge oversight, but we were awfully exhausted..... Photo: Greenwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- The longest tourist day in London history. I again woke up early and met Dick at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xtGusc4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qe0c8Tvuup4/s1600-h/P1020334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160335399006794626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50xtGusc4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qe0c8Tvuup4/s200/P1020334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbican&lt;/span&gt; Centre for an exhibit on sexual depictions in art from artifacts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Warhol&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said, right family? OK, then we did our own walking tour of Canary Wharf, an area in London that has splendid sky scrapers. It is really the only place, other than The City that has such buildings. We explored the Docklands Museum, which covered the importance of the Thames ports throughout London's history and then walked along the river and the wonderful views of the rest of the city... Did I mention the sunset? Photo: this sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we had been walking around for about 6 hours, and we had plans to meet up with 6 other friend&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50ycmusc7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VTw1vZWRbpY/s1600-h/P1020352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160336215050580914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50ycmusc7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VTw1vZWRbpY/s200/P1020352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s for a walking tour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hampstead&lt;/span&gt;. I almost decided not to go, but am so glad I did. It was beautiful! It has the highest point in London, and amazing views of the city! We walked through pedestrian streets through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Georgian&lt;/span&gt; houses, homes where HG Wells, Katharine Mansfield, Boy George, and the Spice girls live (or have lived). We also saw the house where Mary Poppins was set in (... I am pretty it is the concept, not the movie. Correct?). Then we met up with a few more friends and had a giant feast in an Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in the area. Photo: Indian Feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train back to Hoxton and went to the dance club behind our house until 1 am. Then the Aussie friend we were with had the idea to go to a Rockabilly night at a club down the road. The club is a "Gentleman's club (read strip)" but one night a week the owner hires rockabilly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;DJs&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Shoreditch&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hoxton&lt;/span&gt; elite (there was a male Christian Dior model there) come to dance to music anyone in even my hillbilly hometown would have thrown a fit if played at a dance. But these people loved it! It was insanity! The bar was a bit dodgy, but no one in the bar was. It was like a secret meeting of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bougie&lt;/span&gt; Londoners who have an inner love for rockabilly. And frankly, there were a lot of them. Furthermore, I have no idea what to make of this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Aaaaah&lt;/span&gt;. So my tourist weekend(s) ends? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up really late and met my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Sarvenaz&lt;/span&gt;, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's Scotch coworker for a market afternoon in Camden. This turned into us walking to Regent's Park's Primrose hill to watch the sunset! Afterwards, we walked all along the Embankment to Parliament, then to the Abbey, then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Buckingham&lt;/span&gt;, then to Trafalgar, then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Piccadilly&lt;/span&gt;. Her boyfriend is going back to the states in a few days so he had to get it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep for an eternity now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6785755290716062293?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6785755290716062293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6785755290716062293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6785755290716062293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6785755290716062293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-could-you-tire-of-london-this-is.html' title='How could you tire of London? This is a LONG post, so settle in with a warm beverage....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R50qYGuscvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSLZhzxzXPM/s72-c/P1010208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8899471048004831362</id><published>2008-01-15T05:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:32:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break!</title><content type='html'>I really should've stayed home longer... after returning I suffered the worlds worst jet lag, followed by writing the most difficult paper ever. I finally finished Monday evening, all to start classes the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the most exciting thing has happened: Ashley, Tino, Richard, and I booked our trip to Amsterdam! We will be there from the 7th-11th of February. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we will be taking in the Van Gogh Museum, Stedelijk Museum, the Red Light District, canals, and cafes. Monday Ashley and I are going to leave depressed, as we are visiting the Anne Frank house, where she and her family hid during the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. Can't wait for the holiday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8899471048004831362?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8899471048004831362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8899471048004831362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8899471048004831362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8899471048004831362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2478575426538104536</id><published>2008-01-09T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:19.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing....</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am going to leave you with some photos of New Year's Eve and talk about the evening later.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1i9QzUTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CA6cySURDKA/s1600-h/allofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1i9QzUTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CA6cySURDKA/s320/allofus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513854528082226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just after midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1bdQzURI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fmvzKVzGu2U/s1600-h/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1bdQzURI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fmvzKVzGu2U/s320/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513725679063314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crowds at Trafalgar Square.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1etQzUSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2h5LuGkXSAs/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1etQzUSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2h5LuGkXSAs/s320/dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513781513638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belly dancers at dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1DtQzUQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w9nEUx6MEns/s1600-h/tendown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1DtQzUQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w9nEUx6MEns/s320/tendown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513317657170178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obligatory flip-off at 10 Downing Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T09tQzUPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kW96LXjIxOk/s1600-h/meash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T09tQzUPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kW96LXjIxOk/s320/meash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513214577955058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's and my first Big Ben photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2478575426538104536?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2478575426538104536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2478575426538104536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2478575426538104536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2478575426538104536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/01/writing.html' title='Writing....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R4T1i9QzUTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CA6cySURDKA/s72-c/allofus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3639908891331907718</id><published>2008-01-05T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:12:28.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space of time between arrival and NYE.</title><content type='html'>I arrived on Friday afternoon and managed a 3 hour nap around 3:30 p.m. When I woke up I had absolutely no idea what to do with myself! I bought groceries around ten. The hours between 6:30 and groceries, and from groceries to 1:00 am cannot be accounted for. I did not sleep. I did nothing productive. Ashley and I each discovered that the other was awake and visited until about 3:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep, but just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't! &lt;/span&gt;I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; people I thought would maybe be awake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharif&lt;/span&gt;, of course, was up. He was just leaving a party and took a cab over so we could play with the remote control helicopter I imported for him from the states. That amused us until about 8:00 a.m. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;), when I finally passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 4:00 pm the next day, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after sunset &lt;/span&gt;in this part of the world, which was terribly depressing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sharif&lt;/span&gt; and I reconvened a few hours later and took a stroll through the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East &lt;/span&gt;End (about fifteen min. walking time more east than me). We went to this members only club that did not sell alcohol, just tea and juices, and apparently had the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; of having excellent mint tea and enough room to again play with the helicopter. I stuck around long enough and then met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manish&lt;/span&gt; in the West End (a nicer, but less interesting bit of this town).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a pub on a boat. Pub boats are wonderful when you can sit outside, but it was too cold for that. The only negative thing about pub boats is that there is this compounding affect of having a bit too much to drink and a swaying foundation under your feet. At that point it was time to call it a night! I slept until around noon, then napped from about 12:15 pm. to 4 pm. ... and I missed another span of daylight completely. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to Sunday. All I really had time to do was take a shower, unpack about 3 shirts, and meet my old boss Tom. We had a good meal in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Covent&lt;/span&gt; Garden. I got us super lost in the area of ???, and then managed to find my way back to Leicester Square &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;looking at a map or asking people. Because, folks, that is unacceptable and less exciting than walking around in circles. I mean, I have my pride.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dragged him to Camden with my pal Richard. The dance floors were closed in preparation for the next night's NYE spectacular. So, we just bar hopped a bit. And Tom had the marvelous experience of being in a dodgy area of town while depending on two kids who drank to much to teach him how to use the night bus map. "It's not hard. You find your destination with the index. Find the bus that goes there. Cross reference that with your location on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;map. Determine which bus stop letter corresponds to your bus. Figure out how to walk to that bus stop. Then jump on the bus! See? Not hard. Now, you'll need to repeat this when you get to Oxford Circus, you can manage, right? You'll be home by dawn, no doubt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he made it. It's been bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, Richard and I chatted until about 4:00 a.m. Then I slept until 2:00 p.m. Just in time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;the sun set, which I felt was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: NYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3639908891331907718?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3639908891331907718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3639908891331907718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3639908891331907718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3639908891331907718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/01/space-of-time-between-arrival-and-nye.html' title='Space of time between arrival and NYE.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8904192286345913795</id><published>2008-01-05T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:38:23.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while, eh?</title><content type='html'>I will be blogging more. Or at the very least trying harder to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIP HOME: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dissssaster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt;, my mom played the obvious and evil trick of telling me my flight to Chicago had been cancelled. Moms are funny. But wait, she was serious. The American Airline man said that he would kindly book a hotel for me in Indianapolis and I could catch the flight the next day. But I had already said goodbye to my cats, was packed, and finally emotionally prepared to say bye to my parents. I would have to repeat all of this tomorrow?? No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I cried a bit and they switched me to a Northwest Airlines flight to Detroit, and then a British Airways flight to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BA flight was great! My lovely flight neighbor and I shared London stories over (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt;) bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mary's&lt;/span&gt;. Customs at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/span&gt; was a cinch and I was back home at around 2:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lugging my bags all over the London Underground, I felt like I was in the homestretch after carrying my bags up the final flight of stairs to my flat. All these feelings of success drowned as I discovered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; had changed the locks to my flat. Exhausted and grumpy, I left my bags to be stolen and asked for new keys at the front desk. The man decided it would be a fun 'group excursion' for us to find a key together. He tried random keys on a ring, while I stood there dealt with his small talk. Me: "Hey, I have a great idea. I go to sleep. You find my key. I wake up and get it later. Yeah? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 8:00 a.m. the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEARS EVE '07-'08 is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8904192286345913795?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8904192286345913795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8904192286345913795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8904192286345913795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8904192286345913795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-while-eh.html' title='Been a while, eh?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2097264632290287047</id><published>2007-12-24T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:31:51.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Indiana!</title><content type='html'>Nineteen hours after leaving my temporary Baker Street abode I finally found myself at my cat's house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noria&lt;/span&gt; was very pleased to see me, while Mr. Cornflake ran away! :( He has since chilled, but is still holding a nice grudge against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up to the absolutely fabulous news that I overdrew my checking account the last day I was in London! It was totally my fault, but I still had to try my luck to talk myself out of overdraft fees. In order for success I had to get worked up,  and by the time I was in the car driving I was raging mad! The song "Locomotion" came on, and for some reason that really worked well with my anger! If I am ever cast in a car chase scene in a movie, I will definitely insist that song be the background music. ...At the bank I lied alot and looked otherwise pathetic, and it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to see my American boyfriend. A nice chap named Gabriel, age 4. We had a great time playing with his remote control helicopter. That is until he drove it into my hair.... "GABRIEL, it is stuck in my hair, PLEASE stop pushing the buttons!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played "rave." A nice little inappropriate game I made up one night while I was babysitting. He was crying for his dad, so I did what any normal babysitter would do: Find flashlights, turn of the lights, and play radio 1 while jumping up and down on the bed dancing. When he sees me now, he asks to 'play rave.' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a nice visit with Kris and the cats. Afterwards, I had a lovely dinner with my Aunties and Uncles from Florida and Evansville! I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; snow fight with an adorable new cousin I hadn't met yet and spent time with the family. A. Lovely. Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later. My pumkin pie is cooling and it is time to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2097264632290287047?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2097264632290287047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2097264632290287047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2097264632290287047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2097264632290287047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-indiana.html' title='Christmas in Indiana!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2094947372477865622</id><published>2007-12-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:19:57.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The artists of London.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kababists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them work.... is like heartburn in a coke can.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever. It's terribly amusing, and worth the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2094947372477865622?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2094947372477865622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2094947372477865622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2094947372477865622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2094947372477865622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/artists-of-london.html' title='The artists of London.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3885073582318293435</id><published>2007-12-12T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:38:13.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally against sharing personal stories on blogs... but</title><content type='html'>Since last Thursday evening, when I changed into my clean black T-shirt, and the next day, when I put on my already not-so-clean IU shirt, I've worn no other shirts since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gross, and can't wait to finish my paper - hopefully tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3885073582318293435?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3885073582318293435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3885073582318293435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3885073582318293435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3885073582318293435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-totally-against-sharing-personal.html' title='I&apos;m totally against sharing personal stories on blogs... but'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6298213104166471489</id><published>2007-12-11T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:20:51.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrition? Yes.... nutrition!</title><content type='html'>My papers are coming along, not that anyone is the least bit interested in their progress.&lt;br /&gt;But today was just like yesterday, and the day before. Writing all morning, then in the afternoon, then a break, then writing again all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's break was different! I saw Kate Middleton (the chick who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doinking&lt;/span&gt; the prince). Technically I just saw her feet. But my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wembley&lt;/span&gt; friend saw her face and confirmed it was her. I was looking at the ground because I was too busy talking to be celebrity sighting. I wonder how many famous people I pass everyday because I am too busy watching my feet and singing nice songs in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend brought me nutritious study snacks, then then we went through the weekly grilling as to whether I have been eating properly, locking my door when I am out, and stressing the need for basic hygiene like cleaning out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hairbrushes&lt;/span&gt;. ... or anything else that makes me feel like less of an adult and more like an indignant child. ... but in reality it's probably true because the entire time I just kept smiling, replying "OK, Grandma," and enjoying my sandwich like the cat who got the cream, as all the advice went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swish, &lt;/span&gt;right through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In public transit news, I had to politely ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;people today to stand on the right. I you are too lazy to walk down the escalator you annoy me. If you stand on the left while you are being lazy on the escalator, thus blocking my constant hustle, you just piss me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6298213104166471489?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6298213104166471489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6298213104166471489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6298213104166471489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6298213104166471489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/nutrition-yes-nutrition.html' title='Nutrition? Yes.... nutrition!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-670012120501432812</id><published>2007-12-10T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:06:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be pleased sometimes, too!</title><content type='html'>On Friday I ended up going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tino's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party, which was pretty fun, except for all the Europeans there. Just kidding! My cheeks were kissed about 50 times by people I very well likely will never see again. I like affection, and I like Europe, because they're going to kiss you whether you like it or not! I took my second pie to the party, but four of us (including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt;, don't worry, I'm not completely rude) ate 3/4 of it before we put set it out for other guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next attempt, in January, will be to cook an apple pie from scratch. I will develop domestic skills! - just in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly ready for this week to be over so I can start enjoying a stress free London and a bit of Indiana. What is more incredible is that I have somehow managed to stay pretty upbeat and cheerful in the midst of all this schoolwork! I have so many (welcome) distractions, and I think they are helping me stay on top of things when I am writing my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Completely unlike the times in college when I would get really shitty with Kris when he moved the peanut butter. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW am I supposed to study without PEANUT BUTTER&lt;/span&gt;!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am much more chill this time... maybe I am turning into a pro student? That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;. I'd like to never not be a student. And if someone wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sponsor&lt;/span&gt; me in this goal of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, 7 days until Indiana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-670012120501432812?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/670012120501432812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=670012120501432812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/670012120501432812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/670012120501432812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-be-pleased-sometimes-too.html' title='I can be pleased sometimes, too!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6893963965030399733</id><published>2007-12-10T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:03:24.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins.</title><content type='html'>Only 4,000 words left to write. I planned ahead, and I think it actually worked. I must finish before Thursday evening, because....... the clothes-swap party is going on that night, and I vowed to never miss that fun ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in addition to trying to get through my last week of 'uni', I'm also preparing for a loaded weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I've been in London for 3 months!?&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later today.... sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6893963965030399733?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6893963965030399733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6893963965030399733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6893963965030399733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6893963965030399733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6539743388408903907</id><published>2007-12-08T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:04:45.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology is my friend... not my friends...</title><content type='html'>Ashley and I were chatting on  G chat a while ago, and then we both grabbed a snack in the kitchen at the same time. We chatted very briefly, said good night, then went back in our rooms and resumed internet chatting with much fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, where were we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tino's Facebook photos! ....Oh my God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people these days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6539743388408903907?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6539743388408903907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6539743388408903907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6539743388408903907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6539743388408903907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/technology-is-my-friend-not-my-friends.html' title='Technology is my friend... not my friends...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3082307068575284678</id><published>2007-12-08T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:23:57.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/VH2yvdGM7YA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/VH2yvdGM7YA" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have the most wonderful MSc advisor ever! We are required to turn in a 3,000 word rough draft of our proposal and literature review by Friday, but he looked over my outline and said it was fine. He said to focus on school work right now and he would look it over again after I had a chance to write over break! It is completely against the rules, but who am I to tell my advisor he is breaking the rules when it makes my life so much sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This YouTube clip is of the most annoyingly infectious song that I keep hearing everywhere in London. I'd like to download it, but it hasn't been released in the US, and I can't buy anything from iTunes UK. lame.&lt;a href="http://%3ctable%20style=%22width:194/;%22%3E%3Ctr%3E%3Ctd%20align=%22center%22%20style=%22height:194px;background:url%28http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif%29%20no-repeat%20left%22%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/MunichAndTheBavarianAlps%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://lh6.google.com/mdmetcal/R1renxjB-vE/AAAAAAAAAho/JTdSinomrGc/s160-c/MunichAndTheBavarianAlps.jpg%22%20width=%22160%22%20height=%22160%22%20style=%22margin:1px%200%200%204px;%22%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/td%3E%3C/tr%3E%3Ctr%3E%3Ctd%20style=%22text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px%22%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/MunichAndTheBavarianAlps%22%20style=%22color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;%22%3EMunich%20and%20the%20Bavarian%20Alps%3C/a%3E%3C/td%3E%3C/tr%3E%3C/table%3E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/MunichAndTheBavarianAlps"&gt;Click here for Munich and Bavarian Alps photos that I should have posted ages ago.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3082307068575284678?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3082307068575284678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3082307068575284678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3082307068575284678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3082307068575284678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/kate-nash-pumpkin-soup.html' title='Pumpkin Soup'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3077909414703534375</id><published>2007-12-07T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:19.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From A-Z (pronounced zee)</title><content type='html'>I got a bit of writing done today, but I have only chewed away at a little bit of what I need to accomplish. Ah well, at this time next week I will be in the most joyous of moods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike yesterday, when Camille and I spent 7 hours in my kitchen and I wrote only 51 words.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have forfeited my invite to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tino's&lt;/span&gt; holiday party this evening. That is the whole reason I made the pies. But, now I have a whole other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pie all to myself.... and those who keep insisting on having some, even though they are not welcome (see roommate Josiah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending seven hours in the kitchen, the rest of my evening was spent at a quiz night, where I was drilled on state nicknames. Ohio: Buckeye State. Indiana: Hoosier State. This concludes my knowledge of state nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little else is new here. My friends are very busy this weekend, which is great since I could do without any distractions. I'd really like to finish these papers by Wed. night, so that on Thursday I can take photos of London for my mom, and go shopping on Friday. Most likely I will finish Friday at 5, then go straight to the pubs with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coursemates&lt;/span&gt;. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1m7R2f4XoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5EjirgPaUj8/s1600-h/Elvis+Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1m7R2f4XoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5EjirgPaUj8/s320/Elvis+Parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141346364981534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO: That man is the Sullivan, Indiana "fat Elvis" impersonator. During the day, however, he has the rough task of being the mayor of Sullivan, Indiana. I'll be home soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3077909414703534375?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3077909414703534375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3077909414703534375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3077909414703534375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3077909414703534375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-z-pronounced-zee.html' title='From A-Z (pronounced zee)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1m7R2f4XoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5EjirgPaUj8/s72-c/Elvis+Parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3076035735185135950</id><published>2007-12-06T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:19.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the first thing you think about when someone says "London"?</title><content type='html'>If it isn't Big Ben or Harrods, it's probably rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does rain an awful lot here. Mostly it isn't a big deal. You carry an umbrella, you get wet, you get over it. What is strange is that people who actually live here seem to think it is a strange phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I looked out my window and thought, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;, it's raining. It is a boots and umbrella day." But when I was leaving Warren Street Tube station the exit was blocked by people waiting to unfold their umbrellas (because rain water CAN kill you) or just simply waiting for the already mild drizzle to die down. This really annoys me. You live in London. It rains here. What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One specific &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; of this nature happened last Friday, when I was meeting a friend for dinner. I won't name this friend, but I will say that he is an abnormally tall, mildly anal retentive Indian man. The first thing he said was, "I am warning you, it's raining." No sh*t, I was just outside! After dinner he nearly insisted we stay at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; for drinks "because of the weather." It's not like there is lightning, or strong winds, or anything else outside that could possibly pose a threat! There was no way I was staying at a Mexican themed bar all night, plus I had agreed to meet Ashley just a hop away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SoHo&lt;/span&gt;. So I convince him to step outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he actually "prepares" himself for the rain (again, because it will KILL you) before he leaves the restaurant. Then he pouts like a child for about five minutes while walking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SoHo&lt;/span&gt; in the rain (no umbrella, because WHY would you carry an umbrella in this town?). He actually makes some kind of comment about what it is going to do to his hair, which is about three-quarters of an inch long. Just hours before I actually used a hairdryer to make mine "straight and pretty," but I wasn't upset, because again... sometimes it rains here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my rant about British people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1gLwWf4XnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C7Ia3ZNi71U/s1600-h/rainyoxford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1gLwWf4XnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C7Ia3ZNi71U/s320/rainyoxford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140871899944345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo: That is of my bus stop on Oxford Circus. It often looks like that. You know, wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 1: I finished my chlamydia paper last night. Now I am having a hard time getting into the HPV mindframe. Uhhh, is it the 14th yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3076035735185135950?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3076035735185135950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3076035735185135950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3076035735185135950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3076035735185135950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-first-thing-you-think-about.html' title='What is the first thing you think about when someone says &quot;London&quot;?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1gLwWf4XnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C7Ia3ZNi71U/s72-c/rainyoxford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8309330608551285234</id><published>2007-12-05T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:58:44.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellophane's Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't want to read anymore journal articles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HPV HPV HPV HPV HPV times infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside it is 55 and sunny outside today. On the downside I am stuck in the library. At least I am next to a window on the 4th floor and I can stare up at the sky and the BT tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making pie tonight for Tino's Christmas party on Friday that I most definitely shouldn't be going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE NUMBER 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am thinking of things that I would like to have with me in London that I foolishly left at home. Can someone please find my stuffed microbe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Borrelia burgdorferi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;? I'd really like to have a snuggle with it when I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and I definitely got a B on that presentation... you know, the one I did on the wrong type of vaccine! Anyway, it could've been worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pies are cooling in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8309330608551285234?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8309330608551285234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8309330608551285234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8309330608551285234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8309330608551285234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/schooooooooool.html' title='Cellophane&apos;s Dead.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-1251321618507528380</id><published>2007-12-04T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:11:23.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am currently in a campus computer lab...</title><content type='html'>And the guy in front of me is wearing an IU Hoosiers sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-1251321618507528380?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/1251321618507528380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=1251321618507528380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/1251321618507528380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/1251321618507528380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-currently-in-campus-computer-lab.html' title='I am currently in a campus computer lab...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6794938260491995267</id><published>2007-12-03T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:20.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1Q-mGf4XlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aGAuvh-hr6o/s1600-R/wigwag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1Q-mGf4XlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J-Wchuke4u4/s320/wigwag3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139801899036859986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mastercard,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And you will soon love me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home! I will arrive in Indianapolis on the 17th at approximately 5.15 pm! I will have 10.5 days to eat at Denny's, Taco Bell, Dat's and consume many a drink in the Video Saloon and Diamond Barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornflake and Noria!!! and ted.&lt;br /&gt;--very exciting, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That extra inviting photo was taken in my home town... oh well, at least the people I love are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Someone phone Dunkin' Donuts and ask them bump up production. I will be in Chicago for 4 hours total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6794938260491995267?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6794938260491995267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6794938260491995267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6794938260491995267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6794938260491995267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-plans.html' title='My Christmas Plans.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/R1Q-mGf4XlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J-Wchuke4u4/s72-c/wigwag3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8988446984291677964</id><published>2007-12-02T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:17:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother is a YouTube Superstar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/R83LEco4Qjs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/R83LEco4Qjs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; He is the guy on the far left in the blazer and blue shirt. The best shots of this dashing young man, who is half me genetically, can be found between 28 and 41 seconds. He then cheekily moves to his left and gets out of frame.... Terry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8988446984291677964?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8988446984291677964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8988446984291677964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8988446984291677964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8988446984291677964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/glenn-beck-tampa-book-signing.html' title='My brother is a YouTube Superstar!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2618855889980882854</id><published>2007-12-02T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:56:47.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really busy.</title><content type='html'>I have 7,500 words due next week, as well as a 15 minute audio presentation. Therefore, I will be very busy and updating my blog with greater frequency to escape my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been working on a ten minute presentation on polysaccharide conjugated vaccines. The research is exciting because I get to venture back into the microbiology section of the library, a part of my life I miss. And I love it, and mycobacteria, no matter how wrong that is. It's. Just. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was trying to organize my time earlier and found some interesting entries in my student planner. Many don't even make sense to me. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Sept. - ARRIVE IN LDN!!!&lt;br /&gt;11 Sept. - f*ck around 'till 5. eat food.&lt;br /&gt;2 Oct.     - M@~5. food.&lt;br /&gt;4 Oct.     - Dance socks off.&lt;br /&gt;5 Oct.     - Sleep socks off.&lt;br /&gt;*9 Oct.  - Laundry&lt;br /&gt;           Donald Rum.&lt;br /&gt;1 Nov.    - Wear a dress. food.&lt;br /&gt;2 Nov.   - Get Krunked?&lt;br /&gt;3 Nov.  - Sparklers! Jo's tea house. Streatham.&lt;br /&gt;            -  Manish @ 8.   &lt;br /&gt;            - Camden 4 Shar's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;            - sleep 4 eva.&lt;br /&gt;**15 Nov. - Mad fix $.  (Unhappy face)  (Student loans crossed out twice).&lt;br /&gt;26 Nov. - Donald Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My personal favorite. As you can see, Donald Rumsfeld gets 2 mentions in my student planner. Once right under the chore of laundry. I have no memory of writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donald Rum. &lt;/span&gt;in my diary once, let alone twice. Nor do I understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;I would have done this. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;** I believe I was to ask my friend Manish to organize my student loans. That never happened, and I am only a fraction of a percent sure that's what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nonsense blog. You like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2618855889980882854?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2618855889980882854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2618855889980882854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2618855889980882854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2618855889980882854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-really-busy.html' title='I am really busy.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7103728669304806341</id><published>2007-11-26T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:07:26.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a hit!!</title><content type='html'>After 24 hours of stressing, our meal was a huge success. We had way more food than we had anticipated, even now it still won't all fit in our fridge. About ten of us chowed down in our dorm kitchen. I would say half were American,  and the other half were delighted to take on the overeating tradition. (Me: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't all fit on your plate. You should mash it all together.. it tastes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;that way.") I think people were impressed that the girls who 'can't cook' put together an impressive little feast. Low standards rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pies were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;! I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waitrose&lt;/span&gt; yesterday to buy 2 more cans of pumpkin... because when I find something that I am good at making, I just stick with it (see spaghetti, french toast.... that's about it...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a grand amount of wine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt;, we chatted until 1 am. Ashley and I headed out to burn of the thanksgiving calories with an hours worth of dancing. On the return 3 am bus ride home I sat by the most repulsive drunk kids. "No, she has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;AIDS, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;AIDS. You can tell by the pox on her face. It is definitely the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;kind." As a microbiologist I was seething. On top of that, there was a guy sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; from me making really spirited facial expressions and motioning with his hands. So of course that pissed me off. As I was leaving the bus, I shot the Bad AIDS guy a dirty look and noticed the girl next to me was also gesturing - to the guy in front of me. It's just that at 3 am on a London night bus you would never assume a person pantomining wildly would be deaf. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oooops&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... thanks to everyone that called or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IM'd&lt;/span&gt; me on Thanksgiving! It really cheered me up! Unfortunately we were all unable to be with our parents on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; most important holiday, but&lt;br /&gt;the dinner company and calls from home made it a not-so-depressing, and definitely memorable, holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munich post is coming along... there is a lot to go through and it will be in some kind of soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7103728669304806341?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7103728669304806341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7103728669304806341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7103728669304806341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7103728669304806341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-hit.html' title='It was a hit!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7562530518980989087</id><published>2007-11-23T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:42:03.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>It is Thanksgiving central in the Lewis/Metcalf kitchen. Remember the days of recipes handwritten in your grandmother's handwriting? That era is over. Ashley, Richard, and I each have our laptops out, studying them every few moments to see if we are following the necessary steps for our individual dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two pumpkin pies, and am currently making deviled eggs. And the turkey has been de-legged and de-feathered (gross) and it is now in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it took 3 grocery stores and 2.5 hours do NOT find any ham or turkey. Today, it took a 7.30 am call time, 5 grocery stores to finally find pumkin in a can, a 5 kg turkey, and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It WILL be Thanksgiving after all!&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a pie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7562530518980989087?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7562530518980989087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7562530518980989087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7562530518980989087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7562530518980989087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-5801738298103252694</id><published>2007-11-21T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:45:39.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear!</title><content type='html'>I totally stopped blogging.&lt;br /&gt;My complete and utter apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you will get a L-O-N-G Munich post.&lt;br /&gt;And from thereon out I will post every other day.&lt;br /&gt;Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-5801738298103252694?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/5801738298103252694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=5801738298103252694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5801738298103252694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5801738298103252694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7062161229438385259</id><published>2007-11-21T15:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:36:16.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Munich Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a Munich post I started forever ago. It covers the first 24 hours of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was at 8:05 in the morning. The night before our flight, at around 1 in the morning, I realized we had to be there at 7.15, and no later, to check in. That was fine, because if we left our house at 6:00 am we would get to Liverpool Station fifteen minutes later, then catch the 30 min. train to the airport, and BAM, we'd be there by 6.45. The only problem was that by some sort unnatural phenomenon, one hour actually disappeared from our morning, causing us to arrive at the EasyJet desk 2 minutes after our flight left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are cheeky though, and marched up to the counter and said, 'We'd like to check in for the Munich flight." The reply, "Umm, no... you're flight already left." We merrily paid only 35 pounds to fly out on the next flight to Munich... at 6.40 pm. So, Ashley and I spent 10.5 hours of quality time together in the metal barn that is Standsted Airport. It actually wasn't that bad! ... kind of fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I can recall was that someone, perhaps a child, was playing a plastic recorder. It went on for a while, so I looked behind Ashley to give me ultra bitchy glare, and it was a woman, a grown woman. She had sheet music and everything. This grown, nearly elderly woman, was taking her plastic intrument far too seriously for an airport Costa Coffee shop. I was running on 3 hours of sleep and stuck in an airport and wanted to shove the little flute down... anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually landed arount 9 pm Munich time. And her most wonderful college friend, Prashant, picked us up at the airport. He had snacks, and everything. Best. Tour. Guide. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;We had a huge dinner at a restaurant and met P's girlfriend, a lovely German girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our hostel, a nice co-ed room with four beds and an en-suite bathroom. We unlocked the door to find our new roommate Christoff standing directly in front of us. Not a big deal, until Ashley moved aside and all I could see was that he was wearing blue tighty whities - and nothing else. We shook his hand and introduced ourselves, thinking "don't look down!," as if everything were completely normal and natural.&lt;br /&gt;He was gone by the time we woke up in the morning, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amazing. We took a 2 hour train from Munich to south Germany into and through the Alps!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7062161229438385259?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7062161229438385259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7062161229438385259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7062161229438385259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7062161229438385259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/munich-post.html' title='The Munich Post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7689596875429474751</id><published>2007-11-12T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:35:28.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend was....</title><content type='html'>a wreck... details excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My international relations friends were dead to me this weekend because they have papers and presentations all week, so I kept occupied with the summer '06 crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I met up with my Wembley friend , who happened to be in a bar around the corner. He was in 'tip-top' drinking shape, (well, at least he was 2 hours before I arrived), and I enjoyed myself completely by abusing the drunk friend.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday I went out around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoxton&lt;/span&gt; area with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sharif&lt;/span&gt;, who works a block from my house. After that I met up with some friends near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Picadilly&lt;/span&gt;. Eventually I paid 7 pounds to get into a club to wonder around looking for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wembley&lt;/span&gt; friend, while ten minutes later I get a text saying he was outside and was ready to go to a different establishment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baaaastard&lt;/span&gt;. The evening was burnt at that point. That, my friends, is three hours of minimum wage work pissed down the throat of a cheesy central London club. I'm not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to work, in my same jean skirt, tights, and boots, because I couldn't be 'bothered' to change out of them from either side of entering my bed. I waited for deliveries and one delivery man asked if I had a private elevator to 'my' apartment. I was like, I don't live here, I am the cleaner. I got the toe-to-head, head-to-toe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lookdown&lt;/span&gt;. He then insisted upon leaving his number. Next time, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; taking the time to put on jeans before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and went straight to bed... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to a greasy spoon with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sharif&lt;/span&gt;, and had the English fry up for the second week in a row. Goodbye healthy arteries! Later in the evening he took me to Brick Lane to see the international restaurant row. Much like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bloomington's&lt;/span&gt;, except not really. The night ended with a lot of tears after watching Sicko, a fine, fine movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got an astounding amount of work done on my papers that are due this week, before I go to Munich, (which after this week's workload, cannot come soon enough! ... am I right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best moment of my week, however, was when I left class on Thursday and the heavens opened up when I was about one block away from my school. I 'forgot' my umbrella (at least I forgot it was in my backpack!) and got totally soaked. But, for the bright moment, I saw a woman fighting with her umbrella after the wind turned it inside out and the handle just snapped off right where it meets the fabric. She just stood there, swinging it around and screamed at me, laughing, "Did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT?" We chatted and laughed about being soaked and the demise of her nice umbrella for a while. And that was a fine Londoner moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7689596875429474751?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7689596875429474751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7689596875429474751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7689596875429474751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7689596875429474751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-weekend-was.html' title='This weekend was....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6829766089361408295</id><published>2007-11-06T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:13:47.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, but I am alive.</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot is new! I've just been really busy with school, etc. My second exam went well too, so I am very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished booking a trip to Munich for the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Ashley and I are going to see one of her friends from college who has lived there for over a year, so we will have a great tour guide. We are looking into taking a train into the Alps. I've never seen really really great mountains (though I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the Smokies, I don't think they are on the same level as the Alps or Rockies). We are travelling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EasyJet&lt;/span&gt;, the world's most complicated airline, full of red tape and backdoor fees. But on a positive note, we are staying in a nice youth hostel that holds only 4 people to a room, and is practically free. It also comes with free breakfast! Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Guy Fawkes day. He tried to blow up Parliament and now it is a national holiday. I find this interesting. Anyway, I really didn't get to see any of the fireworks. But I did go to a classmates' housewarming party in South London Saturday to celebrate a little bit. There were about 40 people in the most quintessential English 'back garden' with sparklers. The view from the top of the stairs in the backyard was of about 80 arms with sparklers going in different directions. Needless to say, an enjoyable sight. I had a good time with my sparklers, after I got over the fact I was going to be seriously injured by any of the other 80 flaming arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, I had dinner with a friend from last summer, then celebrated the birthday of my other friend from last year in Camden Town. Camden-- enough said, it was a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I was a miserable wreck all day, and watched the Colts get beat only slightly by the Pats. There is something about sports that makes you drink just a bit too much. The loss really didn't bother me.... at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait... It is dark at 5 p.m. here. This pisses me off. More on this tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6829766089361408295?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6829766089361408295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6829766089361408295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6829766089361408295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6829766089361408295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-while-but-i-am-alive.html' title='It&apos;s been a while, but I am alive.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2177742909484019387</id><published>2007-10-25T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:24:20.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is....</title><content type='html'>.....no place like &lt;strike&gt;home&lt;/strike&gt; London!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2177742909484019387?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2177742909484019387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2177742909484019387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2177742909484019387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2177742909484019387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is.html' title='There is....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-4314565202435863521</id><published>2007-10-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:02:55.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Raging Giraffe</title><content type='html'>Ok, fine. I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend: Thursday was covered below.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I worked and then studied all day (from now on shortened to s.a.d.). Then I went to a club called The Sway. We got there at 9.00 p.m. and left at 3.00 a.m., totally forgetting to dance. But, on the up side, my heals lasted all day!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I s.a.d. Then I went sightseeing with some of my 'flatmates.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening I got dropkicked and freefalled into some other London. It all started by going to see the movie Stardust with Tube Guy. (An A movie for an A+ book, by the way!). We then went to celebrate England's World Cup Rugby victory (they actually lost...) in a pub with his friends. His friends were on their way out when we arrived, but they had plans to go to a club called Babushka on the Kings Road in Chelsea (where I stayed last year). There was a line outside the club and I just thought, "Man, I am not up for this." Then his friend James' sister Kitty nodded to the bouncer and all nine of us got in without a wait, or a fee. Fabulous! Then after dancing got old we went to Harry's house. Harry's house is in Battersea and is entirely decorated with original artwork, even some cartoons in the bathroom! Adorable. All of us dancing guests (9 of us ranging from 20-60) were served a 2:30 a.m. midnight snack of toast, scrambled eggs, caviar and champaign. And it actually wasn't that bad! Somewhere in there it was finally time to go the houseboat where James' and his 'dad' (or something) live. It was right on the Thames in Chelsea. It swayed a little and made my drunk tummy feel ick, but it had a great view of the city! Then we all chatted for quite while and viola the tubes were open! I tell you, all British people want to do is have a bit of beer and a nice laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I napped and s.a.d. Then I got sick (I think it goes without saying that I did a tad too much this weekend). Then I s.a.d. Monday. On Tuesday I did the whole 5 a.m. wakeup on Tuesday to study for my first exam, which I think went very very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I caught up on sleep to cure my cold, and I think it is working. --And god, tomorrow is the weekend again. Just lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-4314565202435863521?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/4314565202435863521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=4314565202435863521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4314565202435863521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4314565202435863521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/raging-giraffe.html' title='A Raging Giraffe'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6274095997256789555</id><published>2007-10-19T11:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:27:11.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoooohummm</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TigerTiger&lt;/span&gt; last night with my friends Richard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharif&lt;/span&gt;. No bombs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did today.... I babysat an apartment and cleaned it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. This is what I got: A wad of cash that I later examined, which turned out to be fifty pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hizzah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6274095997256789555?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6274095997256789555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6274095997256789555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6274095997256789555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6274095997256789555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoooohummm.html' title='hoooohummm'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7317631818960262543</id><published>2007-10-17T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:33:04.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This city is better than Jesus!</title><content type='html'>Just kidding Marlyn and Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I GOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt;! I am EEElated. Many people didn't even get their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; choice projects. I got my first. I suppose it's because I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMB&lt;/span&gt; (that is what we call ourselves: Medical Molecular Biologists...) SUPERSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7317631818960262543?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7317631818960262543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7317631818960262543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7317631818960262543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7317631818960262543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-city-is-better-than-jesus.html' title='This city is better than Jesus!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-5495738865090631155</id><published>2007-10-15T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:09:05.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so this is cool</title><content type='html'>I answered an ad on gumtree.com (like craigslist) and I am now a maid for a dopey 20 something guy who is 'too busy' to run a vacuum. He does something business related that made me space out.... anyway, he is going to pay me ten quid an hour to clean for 3 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hizzah. That is like getting a free tube pass and free cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like disposable income, but who needs that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am currently handwashing my underwear in a turkey pan in my bedroom. Clearly life in London is all glamour... at least I'm not washing Ashley's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom: I just spent forever picking up walnuts from the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You tell me! I hate it, but the lawn mower hates it more, and I love the lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. mom....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-5495738865090631155?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/5495738865090631155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=5495738865090631155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5495738865090631155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5495738865090631155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-so-this-is-cool.html' title='Ok, so this is cool'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8340356382226957736</id><published>2007-10-12T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:28:19.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Razzmatazz</title><content type='html'>Last night I had my first cooking lesson. My tutor didn't even know how to turn on the oven either. In the end I was the only one brave enough to stick my head in the oven and hover a lighter around until it lit. Goodbye knuckle hair. Because of my bravery I passed with distinction before I really even started, so I only barely chopped some vegetables and warmed the brie. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our delicious chicken dinner, Ashley, Richard and I decided to for a dance near Old Street. We didn't want to stay out late, so we thought 'stay close.' After walking 25 minutes in each direction looking for an operating ATM we finally found one 4 blocks away. I took out ten pounds only to have it say 'out of order' just after it spit my card and money out. My friends were livid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later we saw a DJ through the window of a club across the street from my house and decided to check it out. From the outside it was apparent people were dancing, and there were cords dangled across the room with laundry clips on them. Whatever, it was only a 3£ cover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer looked through our bags, checked our IDs, charged us our cover and then asked us if we had heard the rules yet. 'There are rules?' He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; and said, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, you'll really have a good time.' As we walk in there is a huge sign that says 'Swap-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rama&lt;/span&gt; Night.' Crap. What does this mean? Then you look around and see lots of men in dresses. What is this? Look up and you see nothing but clothes flying in each direction over your head. Awesome! Let the clothes swapping begin! I liked all my clothes, so I just picked up something from the ground, it was a really ugly skirt. I put it on (over my jeans and shirt... thank you) and danced for a bit, then this guy was like, 'Trade you that skirt for this dress.' Why not? A few songs later I traded that dress for a sports coat, then that for a much cooler dress shirt, then the shirt for a black bra. After that it is blurry... but at the end of the night I left with a pink chiffon dress, a really neat striped Gilligan hat, and a headband. This is good: Richard got hot, so put his Berkeley sweatshirt in a ball in the corner. And can you imagine, it was gone at 1 when we left? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! He left the club in a very 80s shirt that had orange sunglasses over the chest. And Ashley in a red stretch shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to this swap-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rama&lt;/span&gt; every time it's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/london/clubs/events/381928/swap-a-rama_razzmatazz.html"&gt;http://www.timeout.com/london/clubs/events/381928/swap-a-rama_razzmatazz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8340356382226957736?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8340356382226957736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8340356382226957736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8340356382226957736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8340356382226957736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-feels-like-saturday-i-love-it.html' title='Razzmatazz'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-4499798480481131234</id><published>2007-10-10T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:20.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see this year through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, was a restless day in a restless week! I just returned from the doctor. You will be glad to hear that I am in perfect health and can now start taking advantage of this free health care system as if I were a British citizen. Isn't this country wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also turned in my project sheet today. In about a week I will find out which project I will be working on for the next year. These were the organisms in order of my preference: 1. HPV 2. Neisseria meningitis 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trichomonas vaginalis. All microbes, which was most important to me. Tv would be interesting because I've never worked with a protozoan before. Either way, I'll be happy with the project. As soon as I find out which one I am doing, I will let you know the (broad) details of the actual experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other school news, we were talking about shotgun cloning and the professor asked us why it was called 'shotgun' cloning. He said, "Why not rifle? Does anyone here know what the difference is between a shotgun and a rifle?" Silence ... "Oh, I thought we had some Americans in here. I'm sure they'd know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laundry day on Sunday was a bit of an embarrassment. I brought over my laundry (and Ashley's of course, that slut). I was asked if I needed some detergent, but I brought over my own because I didn't want to be a total mooch. Then I hear, "Have you been doing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rwz5otKoCfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-qCw1FEipc4/s1600-h/Westminster_New-Cav-BT-tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rwz5otKoCfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-qCw1FEipc4/s320/Westminster_New-Cav-BT-tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119741354127657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r laundry with this?" Yes, once. "Dear, this is laundry softener." CRAP. I felt like he enjoyed that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;enjoyed that.... That explains why the sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nk from the flight never really wore out of the IU shirt. For the record, Ashley bought the "dete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rgent," Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in London for exactly one month now. Why am I sad that the year is already 1/12 over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo: My school, which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;next to the wonderful BT Tower. If you have seen V for Vendetta, that is where Natalie Portman's character works, as well as where V breaks in to take over London's airwaves. God, that's a great movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-4499798480481131234?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/4499798480481131234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=4499798480481131234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4499798480481131234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4499798480481131234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/youngfolk.html' title='let&apos;s see this year through'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rwz5otKoCfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-qCw1FEipc4/s72-c/Westminster_New-Cav-BT-tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3354088727943935569</id><published>2007-10-07T10:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:16:59.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This whole post isn't about the Cubs, don't worry.</title><content type='html'>I watched the last game of the Cubs season last night at the Sports cafe. The place has a strange atmosphere for a postseason game. I was bobbing my head to "Fame" there for a while while I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soriano&lt;/span&gt; hit. (Well, not actually hit.) There was a pretty good Cubs fan showing, many even British, who took the outcome with stride, as only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cubbie&lt;/span&gt; fans who are so used to disappointment can do. How did we cope? Tequila and a Top 40 mix!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some amusing things that have happened to me the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with an English Cubs fan at the bar. I told him I was from Indiana and he says, "Oh, we just LOVE Peyton Manning here." What?&lt;br /&gt;On the drunk bus home the guy behind me said, "I heard you say you were from Indiana. I just love the Colts, Peyton is like God." What?&lt;br /&gt;What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. Last night I was walking home from Old Street tube, and this kid, about 11 says, "Do you have a light?" I am wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and pretend to not hear him. He apparently believes me because after I pass him he screams, "You F***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; TWAT!!" I am not exactly sure what channel this went through in my brain, but that was pretty much the funniest thing anyone could ever say to me just at that second. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt;, turned around, and smiled at him. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;horrified&lt;/span&gt; that I heard him! He waved his hands and screamed "I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry." Not sure why, but that made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are other things, but I have to go so I can yet again exploit another friend for cleans socks and shirts. This is getting old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3354088727943935569?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3354088727943935569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3354088727943935569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3354088727943935569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3354088727943935569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-whole-post-isnt-about-cubs-dont.html' title='This whole post isn&apos;t about the Cubs, don&apos;t worry.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7051759544321972012</id><published>2007-10-02T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:20.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and London are too hard in love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwL4YLNAseI/AAAAAAAAADU/9Bq9JSPXrCk/s1600-h/lou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwL4YLNAseI/AAAAAAAAADU/9Bq9JSPXrCk/s320/lou1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116925220854215138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause of bright lights and house music.&lt;br /&gt;I went to this place tonight called AKA [pronounced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :) ] with my nerd squad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TigerTiger&lt;/span&gt; friends Ashley and I met 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as 'The End.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed seeing Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt; tonight because of bad, bad planing techniques. London is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; busy, how am I to catch all of these things?? And no one has anything to say about me seeing Ryan Seacrest, are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I picked my master's project. It is on a sexually transmitted disease, which may sound strange, but that is what I really want to study. Cross your fingers that I get to tackle the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;syphilis&lt;/span&gt;! No chlamydia this year, kids! In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immunopathology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to kill my spirit this year.... I will be studying hard, harder than ever, all weekend, every weekend. Thank God Thursday is the new Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, that irrational attachment I have to London is wearing off. I feel like if I leave, go to Europe for a weekend, it WILL still be here when I come back. So, Ashley and I are planning a trip to Munich in November. I am also planning a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; ditty in Amsterdam as soon as possible, depending on J.Riddle. Thoughts on where else I should go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed! Go CUBS!!! PLAYOFFS!!! EAT THAT UNCLE AL!!! Yes, what do you have to say about that!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7051759544321972012?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7051759544321972012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7051759544321972012' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7051759544321972012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7051759544321972012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-and-london-are-too-hard-in-love.html' title='Me and London are too hard in love....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwL4YLNAseI/AAAAAAAAADU/9Bq9JSPXrCk/s72-c/lou1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-8072515399175165972</id><published>2007-10-01T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:20.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg on yo' face!</title><content type='html'>I just returned home from the library, where I studied about restriction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endonucleases&lt;/span&gt; all morning. Who knew there was that much to know? I was quite sure I knew all about them already. And why did I spend all morning studying something that is 1/100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of one of my four classes? Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go anywhere yesterday. I needed a break from the Tube. Saturday was laundry day, and I spent one hour going five stops only to have the train terminate 3 stops early. A voice over the loudspeaker, presumably the Tube God, said, "The next train south will be departing at platform 2." Me and my fellow commuters ran to the next platform. The train was packed full of people before my short little Polish legs could get near the train. Which as fine, because the train just sat there for 4 minutes. I just stared at all of the squished people, and they stared back. Meanwhile I was carrying all of my dirty clothes, and my flatmate's, too. Then the Tube God said, "Sorry, the next departing southbound train will be departing from platform 1." I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headstart&lt;/span&gt; this time!! So I ran in front of everyone who had been 'lucky' enough to beat me the first time. Everyone had to push their way out of the train before they could make it back over. By then I was cozy with a seat and everything! Then God came over the loud speaker again and said, "My fault, all back to platform 2. Sorry. Again, my fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 min later I was at the correct tube stop. Then 20 minutes on a bus. Then 10 minutes on foot. Not sure if it is worth saving the 7 pounds on laundry. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoxton&lt;/span&gt; sure is a busy place. Last night people were screaming outside my window until about 3 a.m. This is an everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. My flatmate Ashley and I bought eggs yesterday at the store. I am not sure how illegal our little plan is... I'll let you know how this goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some night out photos up. I know how popular those are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/OutInLondon"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/OutInLondon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwD94rNAsdI/AAAAAAAAADM/JndB7jQscqU/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwD94rNAsdI/AAAAAAAAADM/JndB7jQscqU/s320/P1010086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116368326804681170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post: America vs. Europe: The good and the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-8072515399175165972?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/8072515399175165972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=8072515399175165972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8072515399175165972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/8072515399175165972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/10/egg-on-yo-face.html' title='Egg on yo&apos; face!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RwD94rNAsdI/AAAAAAAAADM/JndB7jQscqU/s72-c/P1010086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6360939731952420106</id><published>2007-09-28T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:33:21.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't think so....</title><content type='html'>Tonight wasn't Saturday night, it was Friday night. Tell that to me and Ashley a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4 day (5 day for Ashley) weekend really screws you up! Doesn't matter. After noon tomorrow it will be all business!&lt;br /&gt;But tonight was the first night out for the camera. Some good ones coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6360939731952420106?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6360939731952420106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6360939731952420106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6360939731952420106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6360939731952420106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wouldnt-think-so.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t think so....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-257262204749822954</id><published>2007-09-27T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:17:28.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me want to activate my oncogenes. (and my first celebrity sighting!)</title><content type='html'>It was my first week of school, so I think I can be excused for not blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't too intense yet. But, life will be over shortly... They structure classes so strangely here. We don't have a finals week, but a finals month. June. No one talk to me in June. OK, thanks. I take all of these classes (6 total) and take the finals for 2 weeks in June. I get to pick it in the next 2 weeks. (Cross your fingers that I get chlamydia...) I have to read every paper ever about the organism/system and write a project proposoal by December. All with the classes, and with their papers, and their paper bashing, and their poster projects, etc. I just want to get a project I will love (chlamydia) so it will be fun and not work (chlamydia). This weekend I am going to read over all of the labs, then meet with profs next week to discuss (the chlamydia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;molecular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeutics&lt;/span&gt; and molecular diagnostics today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Therapeutics&lt;/span&gt; is like molecular biology and it's ethical and legislative components all together at once! And the professor keeps class interesting and entertaining, and knows everything! She is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IU's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Winkie&lt;/span&gt;! I was dreading sitting in class for three (3!!!) hours but it was over before I knew it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates and I then headed off to diagnostics for another 3 hours of fun-filled-bio-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt;! And it was TERRIBLE. The professor cannot do public speaking whatsoever! I feel bad for him, but, dude, you are a professor... I was really surprised because he is youngish and really really nice looking. But, everyone (EVERYONE) was looking around to see if this was serious. If he had to read something from a sheet of paper, he would put it over his face about an inch from his nose. We had a break an hour and a half in and half the class packed up their things and left. My friend and I were laughing outside about the general response from the class (Again, I do feel bad for him, and I wouldn't ever leave, because that is mean...) and one guy asked us if we still had a pulse... At one point the professor said, "I hope you find molecular diagnostics interesting..." The class all started laughing. It was really funny, but I felt really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;... because I couldn't help but  laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to give this it's own post, but frankly he isn't worth it. You'll see.--- After class I went to Lilywhites (Picidilly Circus) to see if I could get some yoga pants for my 7:00 p.m. pilates class. This is what happened: They took my money. I bought bangles for goddsakes. BANLGES! I will be wearing those stupid bangles in my grave, just out of shame. Anyway, as I was walking by Eros (really famous statue) at P. Circus to go to my gym, I had to sneeze, and so I turn all the way back around (habit - not sure why). I saw a camera, and thought, "Huh, what is being filmed?" Ryan Seacrest. HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I walked right past him and didn't notice. Thank God I sneezed! Then I went to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry: Where the * are you? E-mail me (mdmetcal@gmail.com) and then get on Yahoo so we can talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-257262204749822954?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/257262204749822954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=257262204749822954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/257262204749822954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/257262204749822954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-make-me-want-to-activate-my.html' title='You make me want to activate my oncogenes. (and my first celebrity sighting!)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3034448538777792122</id><published>2007-09-26T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:05:26.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will update this about 4 pm LDN time. That is when I will have all the details about school.&lt;br /&gt;Please cross your fingers/pray/whataver you do so that I don't have this Friday class that randomly appeared on my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Yeah, I don't really feel like it now. Perhaps this evening!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3034448538777792122?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3034448538777792122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3034448538777792122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3034448538777792122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3034448538777792122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-will-update-this-about-4-pm-ldn-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2026582768261619270</id><published>2007-09-22T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:24:27.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play Ketchup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY: &lt;/span&gt;Ashley and I gathered our dirty things (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. everything) and did some much needed laundry. (It was day three in my blue argyles...) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;launderette&lt;/span&gt; (what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; word) in our complex is 3&lt;span style=""&gt;£ &lt;/span&gt;per load, so we called e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e in London - in the north, in the south- to find somewhere cheaper. It is 3&lt;span style=""&gt;£ &lt;/span&gt;everywhere. We sucked it up, combined our 3 loads of clothes. Then we each vowed to do everything possible make a friend with washing/drying facilities in our travel zone. (Success: see Friday) Then it was 20 pence to dry. Not too bad. Oh wait, the machine stops after 3 minutes. So, make that 20 pence every 3 minutes! We just kept throwing 20p coins in the machines. Finally, when we were out of even our copper (1 and 2p coins [complete junk, usually]) we just walked home with damp clothes. I've had them scattered around my room for the past 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I went to a 'girls night' event with a facebook friend at a posh bar near Trafalgar. A professional stylist curled my hair. Well, it was given a good wave, which lasted approximately 1 hour. I did get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag with all sorts of nice things. Earlier in the evening the club had only girls in it, which was really fun. At about 10 they started letting men in. This was the first time (and last time) in history I had a hand at getting a man kicked out of a club. Later, Ashley and I went dancing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TigerTiger&lt;/span&gt;, to commemorate school starting, when nothing will be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.... I slept late. Really late. Anyway, by the time I was finally awake and functioning it was about time to go ice skating, which, by the way- I am really good at. ... or at least good considering I had only skated once before. I was better than most newbies. In fact, one girl was inching her way along, holding on to the edge of the rink and fell. Instinctively she grabbed whatever she could. What did she grab? My hair. Luckily, she must have realized what she did and let go because I didn't go down. And good for her, because my feet had actual blades attached to them, and I was much more skilled at using them,  and she was already down.  But, nah, she let go, so I was a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad because ice-skating was expensive, so I treated my friend to a game of bowling. This costs 12 dollars/person. This made me suck.so.much.air! He told me he thought we were also required to rent shoes. I pretended I didn't hear him. In London, I am considered a really really good at bowler. He asked me why I was so good. I am from Indiana, I say. (I bowled an 80!!!) Then we went to a pub boat on the embankment and took in some nice night time views of the city. Priceless! And my friend lives in zone 2 (Brixton....) and has a washer and dryer. Because I am willing to sacrifice being knived for free, clean laundry. Ashley has also stated that the risk is well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt; I started getting sick so I rested a lot. Finally I got up and went to one of my favorite museums in London, the Tate Modern. What a great place! A lot of people go there to just hang out all day. I know this because there is one really long wall that is painted black. There are couches facing the wall and people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; sitting there sleeping, reading, drawing, writing, etc. It is mostly great for this reason: I was walking around and saw some 'creamer cups.' You know, those things you get at gas stations and put in coffee to make it taste delicious. NO ONE PUTS CREAM IN COFFEE HERE. They use milk. And usually skim milk. They are degenerates (when it comes to coffee). I walked FAST to the cafe, bought a cup of coffee and put 3 little cups of cream in my coffee (it wasn't half and half...) and one little cup of milk. This is what it tasted like: Goddamn heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New photos: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/LastOfIndianaFirstOfLondon"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/mdmetcal/LastOfIndianaFirstOfLondon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2026582768261619270?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2026582768261619270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2026582768261619270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2026582768261619270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2026582768261619270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-play-ketchup.html' title='Let&apos;s play Ketchup.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-6293324383641834646</id><published>2007-09-20T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:19:31.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long night!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally figured my way around the night buses. It may be 4.15 before I am home (now...) but I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really didn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night, but I am not too into the typing mood now.&lt;br /&gt;'Till morning.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-6293324383641834646?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/6293324383641834646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=6293324383641834646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6293324383641834646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/6293324383641834646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-long-night.html' title='What a long night!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2787743389123412833</id><published>2007-09-19T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:27:48.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many KBs in the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things I am decently good at:&lt;br /&gt;Finding my way around.&lt;br /&gt;Sounding like Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Yo-yo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are some things that I am admittedly not good at.&lt;br /&gt;Driving.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my shoe-laces tied for any appropriate amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;And cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned my first prepared meal in my new kitchen: Store-bought tortellini with sauce, fresh green beans, and ciabbata bread. Not a half bad meal for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut a slit in the pasta package, pour some water in and put it in the microwave. My friend Ashley gives me hell for not doing things the old-fashioned way (something about a stove and a pot...). I say, "uhhhhh, the package says you can do it like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a bit of olive oil in the pan, throw in the green beans and wait for them to be edible.... This Chinese girl Tan-Tan asks why I've put it on such low heat. I shrug and turn it up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;a little. Then the noises start. Tan-Tan starts ducking. She asks very helfully and politely, "Just what are you trying to do with the beans?" Just cook them, I say.... She turns the heat down to wear I'd swear it had just been and boom they are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost finished with dinner and realize I forgot about my bread. I like to eat my pasta on my bread, so I slice it in half, put a bit of pasta sauce on it, throw on some cheese, and put it in the microwave. Ashley says, "What they hell are you trying to do to that bread?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted good. I wish everyone would just leave me alone to my kitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ashely really wanted to go to ASDA's (Wal-Mart) today. I take her to one near Battersea (south Thames) where I used to go before. I only knew one way to get there so it was a huge pain. I really hate having to pay for the 2 pound journey to Wembly, and I am still bitter about having to pay twice on Saturday. So after about 30 min on the tube and another 30 on a bus, and 25 min total on foot we're there! ... and I paid 6 dollars for hair styling mousse that would have certainly cost 87 cents at home. Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am errand-running and finally taking pictures. And I really have to do laundry. Such boring things!! Then I might go out with my friends to Haymarket to go dancing. Then Friday I am going ice-skating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2787743389123412833?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2787743389123412833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2787743389123412833' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2787743389123412833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2787743389123412833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-many-kbs-in-kitchen.html' title='Too many KBs in the kitchen...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-9169034490462740746</id><published>2007-09-18T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:51:00.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HobNobs!!</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful night in London!!!&lt;br /&gt;First I got my class schedule.... which I will update on later. But it will be a lot of work. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out for a few pints with a new friend, which was pretty fun. More importantly, I met my new BFF. And it is a GIRL! Thank goodness, I need a girl in this town! All my friends before were guys, and meeting girls (when you are a girl) is nearly impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more on all of this later.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-9169034490462740746?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/9169034490462740746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=9169034490462740746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/9169034490462740746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/9169034490462740746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/hobnobs.html' title='HobNobs!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7682101281670997565</id><published>2007-09-18T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:59:07.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Mom wanted a photo of my room. I added a few more from Indiana. I really haven't taken many here, other than really terrible ones after the Prince show, which I would never put on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmdmetcal%2Falbumid%2F5111478237561145473%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7682101281670997565?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7682101281670997565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7682101281670997565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7682101281670997565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7682101281670997565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7727510894051393241</id><published>2007-09-17T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:53:35.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Compares 2 Prince.</title><content type='html'>The Artist BLEW away all of my expectations! My seats failed to hold up to my expectations, though. We were in the second to last row. But, after a while we decided we could be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dancy&lt;/span&gt; if we took up the last row instead. I think we had more fun than anyone else there. Or, we just drank more than anyone else there. Not that it matters. These are 5 songs that will never be the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What A Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;Purple Rain (of course)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Compares 2 U&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry Beret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body certainly feels like it spent a night out dancing. But I think I was actually in bed by 1. What a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 02 arena was going to be huge- it is the largest domed arena. But - and this is what is cool about it - the dome actually covers a variety of venues and TONS of bars and restaurants. It's like a world in a tent - very Truman Show-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt;. So, in the end our seats were more than close enough to see Prince well!! And we got free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take photos though. We went pubbing in my area, but my camera batteries died and I couldn't wait six hours (KIDDING!!!). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Prince might be the highlight of the year!!! Yet -so soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am over being in London with nothing to do. They give international students SO MUCH TIME! I don't start classes until next Monday. But, I find out my class schedule tomorrow, so at least I can start hitting up the recommended reading lists. I am really antsy to be a student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the rest of the week I do have a lot of errands to do. And I also plan to use this time to hit up the museums I missed out last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7727510894051393241?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7727510894051393241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7727510894051393241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7727510894051393241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7727510894051393241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-compares-2-prince.html' title='Nothing Compares 2 Prince.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-951706157810484398</id><published>2007-09-15T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:35:25.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella and I have been fully reacquainted.</title><content type='html'>I am finally fully functioning in London time. I had a wonderful sleep last night and didn't feel at all like a blob today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About London, I know from experience that it is the most dangerous place on the planet.... if you can't always remember to look in the non-intuitive direction when crossing streets. A double-decker and me almost got really really intimate yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has heard the old wise-tale that people on the tube never make eye contact. I would like to then know why everyone on the tube feels like striking up a conversation with me!! The most interesting example of this happened yesterday, when a guy my age came on the tube and started talking to me one stop before I was to get off. I would like to know what he said, but I was listening to my iPod. So I just nodded. A minute later I put my iPod away because I hate trying to do it on the escalators and in the busy stations. All of a sudden he was chatting me up, and I said, "OK, this is my stop, buh-bye." He asked for my number... by then the doors had open. I told him I didn't know it (which is true!!). He insisted on getting OUT OF THE TRAIN and putting his number in my phone. Whaaat??? Everyone on my train just stared at us, probably seconding my emotion (total shock). It was really really mortifying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday I saw my friends from last summer. That was really nice. It made London seem less foreign. It was also nice to see familiar faces, even if they weren't ones from home... The trouble is that it was really hard to understand them. But, now I know that a "do" is a party, and a "bird" is a lady. And that you can be banned from an internet company for being a hell bent racist.... against your own race (Indians......).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really happy to be here! I thought it would be euphoric at first, but it wasn't, which really disappointed me the first day. It seemed like I had just been here yesterday, but when I thought about it that made me feel really confident and reassured about coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Prince concert!! Unfortunately that means I can't watch the Colts game!!! But the CUBS are in FIRST PLACE!! Up by 1.5 games. St. Louis has fallen apart!!! WHAT!WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-951706157810484398?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/951706157810484398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=951706157810484398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/951706157810484398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/951706157810484398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/stella-and-i-have-been-fully.html' title='Stella and I have been fully reacquainted.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3564430120497720854</id><published>2007-09-14T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:12:54.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, all lies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I experienced so many lies when I was preparing to move in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Such as the internet being 12 dollars/week. NOT TRUE!!! It if free! Whoopee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Also, there is a 350 dollar non-refundable electricity bill. NOT TRUE... so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My room is bigger than I expected. Still oh so small. Small environments make me feel cozy... and this space is way smaller than my last microscopic apartment, so I am really really snug and cozy. But I think I have enough space... for now. The closet has approximately 8 inches of space for hanging clothes... wha??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am off to nap. Today's story will be told later. But, I am very happy to almost be unpacked and in Hoxton, which I just discovered is the coolest place in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3564430120497720854?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3564430120497720854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3564430120497720854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3564430120497720854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3564430120497720854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/lies-all-lies.html' title='Lies, all lies!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3985966424611471765</id><published>2007-09-13T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:17:38.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation is OVER!!! Long post, may be last 'till Monday.</title><content type='html'>All I have to do next week is do enrollment (all day) on Tuesay, where I will meet my profs, and do tedious administrative things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really nice. At orientation we didn't play dumb games, we just learned about the school. It is a pretty big school, so there are a lot of long lines and red tape for everything you need to do. Also, no one really cares to help you unless you look like you are about to cry or about to strangle them. It is a lot like IU, and I think I am going to really love it!!! Also, I talked to a microbiology undergraduate student who did the tour and she says all the biology labs are amazing! Wahoo. Ta-ta Jordan Hall 451!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out my student loan issues. The problem (shortened for your attention span): I have to pay X sum of money to live in my dorms for the semester. However, I have to a. get the loan refund from the school. b. put it in my bank in America. c. get it back to the school.... all before my credit card is due!! A few Americans in my position went to ask about this and the guy at the finance office said that the States puts us in this situation, so the University always gives us more time to pay fees because of all the crap the federal goverment does with our money before we can see it. (It comes in 3 installments, so you can never actually pay all of what you need when you need to.) Anyway, this guy made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night insisted Tom and I meet at Holborn station because it is never crowded. Just as I was changing train lines to get there, the line CLOSED!! I had to run to Holborn and the station is PACKED with refugee tube riders- so there is no way to find Tom. After 30 minutes I really started to worry I wouldn't find him, then I look at my phone and Tom left me a message forty minutes earlier saying he will be 30 min late.        :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit a few pubs, 'watched' the England blow away Russia in soccer, and then managed to stay out late enough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;miss the last tube train. And my night train knowledge is not what it used to be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier we went to a convenience store and this old-ish red faced British man looks me in the eye and says, "I am from Summerset." II am from Indiana, I say. "INDIA?!" Noop, sir, Indiana. "Is that in Northern England?" HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK 2 min left on internet. No time to write e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;KB: Make sure British Mark has my number!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Call me tonight, .... TONIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3985966424611471765?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3985966424611471765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3985966424611471765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3985966424611471765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3985966424611471765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/orientation-is-over-long-post-may-be.html' title='Orientation is OVER!!! Long post, may be last &apos;till Monday.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-2496286551639191451</id><published>2007-09-12T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:31:36.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time changes ruin everything!</title><content type='html'>I had orientation almost all day today. But, I still feel like a big blob, hopefully because of jet lag. Or because we spent time doing things like playing 'people bingo.' Blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this guy did come up to me today during our FREE sandwich lunch and say, "I am from Slovakia, and I HATE sandwiches." That's like hating water. Am I right? Or pizza. There is a pizza for everyone out there! Just like sandwiches. So, of course, I am staying as far away as possible from that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard from some people that they can't get comments to work. I assume it is user error because it is my dad and Adam the Polish Man. :) But, you click on where it says "2(etc) comments," put your name (or anonymous, and just sign your name at the end of the comment), type your comment. Or--- Kris just write if I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost 4.30 here. I am meeting Tom at 7.00! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enough time to think about blogs when I am at this cafe!! I can't wait to have internet at HOME!!! Or, for that matter to have a home. FRIDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-2496286551639191451?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/2496286551639191451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=2496286551639191451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2496286551639191451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/2496286551639191451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-changes-ruin-everything.html' title='Time changes ruin everything!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-5358219435451513507</id><published>2007-09-11T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:44:27.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on Indiana time, still.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't fall asleep until 4 am last night. I bought Breakfast at Tiffany's to read on the plane and just sat and read it cover to cover last night...&lt;br /&gt;I only have 4 min to write. Excuse the lack of organization and the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a phone last night. I went with someone in my dorm and we had all of these questions that seem unreasonable to the man at the store. For instance, "How much does it cost to talk when someone calls me?" He was like nothing, you idiot. "Is there an activation fee?" Of course not, retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I hand over our credit cards to pay 29.99 pounds and he asked where our chips were. What are CHIPS?? Apparently they only take credit cards with chips.... huh. So then we had to pay an extra ten pound because we were paying in cash. Stupid!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to buy a hairdryer at a small appliance store. Found a box that said hairdryer, straightener and curling iron: 9 pound. Great. I pick up the box and it is empty. A store clerk came over and asked if he could help me, blah blah blah. I handed him the box, he shook it. He asked the manager if they had it in stock. The manager said, "NO, it's just a BOX!" And then he turned to me ready to ring up a 9 pound empty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start orientation tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-5358219435451513507?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/5358219435451513507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=5358219435451513507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5358219435451513507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/5358219435451513507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-on-indiana-time-still.html' title='I am on Indiana time, still.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-3593128342248160783</id><published>2007-09-10T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:33:58.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>I am thanking God that I have a better than decent sense of direction and a little experience in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was great. It wasn't full, and no one sat next to me. And I actually managed to sleep a bit. Unfortunately the woman in front of me spilled her vodka tonic all over the place. It spilled on her armrest so it all funneled back to me. She asked if any got on my things. I was like "Yes. There is vodka all over my backpack and shoes." She was like, 'Oh, I am so sorry.' I hope a bus hit her. I was already nursing a really nice hangover from the previous night and the last thing I wanted to do was sit there and smell vodka on an 8 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Gatwick and took the express train to Victoria Station. I knew the station was close to my dorm, so I decided splurge on a cab since I was carrying at least 90 pounds of luggage. I stood in the taxi line for 10 min., told him where I needed to go. He said "NO"! He told me that it was in walking distance and is right around the corner. 'which corner??' "that one over there." I just stood for a while, waiting for nothing. I finally asked someone at information for directions, and he couldn't believe the cab refused me. I believe the definition of 'walking distance' depends on many factors other than DISTANCE! I finally made it to my dorm, taking breaks every 50 feet or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room wasn't ready until 2, so I had 2.5 hours to wonder. I just took off in a direction trying to kill time. I walked by Parliament, the Abbey, and finally Trafalgar square. I killed time in a coffee shop, etc. Walking back I was trying really hard to 1. look LEFT 2. Not get pickpocketed, considering how tired I was. And 3. retracing my steps exactly so I wouldn't get lost (all while looking left and not get pickpocketed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I picked up my cell phone, checked out my neighborhood near Old Street and have been enjoying the blur that is London on 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, London smells strange. It kind of smells like some perfume my grandma would pick up at flea market. It's not so much bad, just weird. Why would a city smell of musk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go! @internet cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-3593128342248160783?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/3593128342248160783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=3593128342248160783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3593128342248160783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/3593128342248160783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-810914025206235996</id><published>2007-09-07T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:39:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I received a call yesterday from the student housing agent, and I was offered a place to stay from the waitlist. No more apartment hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just closed down the local Elks Lodge, at a meager 11:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back from Florida yesterday. Mom and I almost missed our direct flight back to Indiana. I passed through customs swimmingly and was putting my belt, shoes, etc back on when I noticed my mom was not right behind me. I looked back and she was being detained by security. The STA agent came up to me and said, "Your mom failed the 'puff' test." I asked what the puff test tested for. He replied, "Explosives." I said, "Oh. I can't take her anywhere." He said she tested positive for nitroglycerine. ... Huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-810914025206235996?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/810914025206235996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=810914025206235996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/810914025206235996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/810914025206235996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/hold-phone.html' title='Hold the phone'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-7958401391661562826</id><published>2007-09-05T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:20.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sleeping bag and an Underground tunnel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Friday I finally received word about my student housing situation. I didn't get it!! Bollocks!! Where does that leave me? Apparently apartment hunting starting moments after my plane lands in a foreign country. Thank God I have an indomitable spirit. ...Right? Somehow I am kind of relieved. Maybe now I can find a place with a washer and dryer. It may also be character building. Clearly, I am pathetically practicing positive thinking. Cross your fingers for me, y'all! At least it should make blogging more interesting for the first few days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florida has been great! I've gotten lots of sunshine and lots of time with my grampa. It has also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept my mind off the fact that I'm a soon to be homeless kid in London and given me a smidgen of a tan. Monday was Labor Day and my big bro's birthday. We all went to a club that had 1$ drinks. -- Fabulous! Either the waitress was skimping on my drinks or I am finally in London drinking shape. (Most likely the first explanation.) My sister-in-law and I felt great, but brother and Kris were in b-a-d shape :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rt9wxddzW2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dx6P1FqsbpM/s1600-h/P2280043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rt9wxddzW2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dx6P1FqsbpM/s320/P2280043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106924497486961506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I leave for Indiana tomorrow, for London on Sunday. Next week: I am going to see my boss Tom on Wednesday and Prince on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Kris, yours truly, and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-7958401391661562826?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/7958401391661562826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=7958401391661562826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7958401391661562826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/7958401391661562826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleeping-bag-and-underground-tunnel.html' title='A sleeping bag and an Underground tunnel...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/Rt9wxddzW2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dx6P1FqsbpM/s72-c/P2280043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710253298506636011.post-4905352988257029033</id><published>2007-08-10T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:21.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly a student again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RszcasvPhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/vkiFnRR-Zus/s1600-h/P1070138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RszcasvPhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/vkiFnRR-Zus/s320/P1070138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101694829147948066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made a successful attempt to get a student visa at the Wrigley Building in Chicago, and am now set to go to the UK. My (once-)mental checklist of essential steps for moving to London goes as follows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance Letter- Received February 15th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plane Ticket - Purchased sometime in July.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Visa - Chicago trip, Aug. 17th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Housing - Near Old Street             Tube station.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets to see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; Artist: Prince in London - concert is Sunday 16 of Sept (!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710253298506636011-4905352988257029033?l=michelleinalbion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/feeds/4905352988257029033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710253298506636011&amp;postID=4905352988257029033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4905352988257029033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710253298506636011/posts/default/4905352988257029033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleinalbion.blogspot.com/2007/08/nearly-student-again.html' title='Nearly a student again.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7HEZhgUFME/RszcasvPhCI/AAAAAAAAABU/vkiFnRR-Zus/s72-c/P1070138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
