On Sleep

I give up. At one point in my life, I thought this blog would be strictly about photography and similarly related things. I no longer think anything will be posted if this is true. Because of this, I am going to give in and just post things about my life. Who cares? It's not like anyone else is reading this?

Which brings me to the reason I am sitting at my desk, typing a blog post, at 4:19 in the morning. My body has decided that sleeping on a normal schedule is no longer necessary. That the fact I have agreed to go running at 7am does not actually matter. Finally, that the test on teeth I'm supposed to take at 10 is not anything important (it actually is. kind of.). Clearly, my body is wrong. Logic tells us that, but it no longer wants to respond to logic, so here I am, typing a blog post at 4:21 in the morning (it's been 2 minutes, ok?).

For fuck's sake, there are BIRDS SINGING outside my window!! I will now attempt to go to sleep, knowing that my phone and a skype call will awake me far too early, but that a run (if my partner in running shows up) and shower will hopefully wake me up enough for that test (that I'm destined to fail). If not. Well, I have tea sitting in my thermos from this afternoon. That's not too long, right?

Living in Another Country

Just some stray observations of things that are different here: 

1. They drive on the other side of the road. But don't have a set side that you walk past someone on the sidewalk (I'm sorry, pavement). This has led me to almost run into people multiple times.
2. The word pants. I have messed that one up SO many times. 
3. There are no black beans. They don't appear to exist outside of Chinese black bean sauce.
4. I have to go to like 3 or 4 different stores to get my groceries. 
5. The beer is different (this is sometimes a big deal for a PNW native).
6. Laundry is super expensive.
7. Spending time with friends basically means going to a pub. Which means spending money. (Though we've done a few things that aren't that, pretty much everything involves drinking...)
8. People actually drink a lot of coffee. And some of them love it as much as we do.
9. Social tier is a much bigger deal. I see it being discussed in much the same way Americans discuss race. 
10. For 'proper tea' (for most people) you always put in milk.
11. Most people my age are well-dressed. The big difference in this one is that the boys are too. Like they look way sharp compared to most American boys my age (and I've seen more barbers than unisex/female hairdressers).

That's all that comes to mind off the top of my head. I'm sure there's more things (in fact, I've had more things in my head before). We're going out tonight. I'm going to get plastered (I don't know if the Brits use that one... I haven't tried it in conversation). But since that's happening I'll end up slipping into my British accent, unintentionally. It sounds horrible and I actually really hate that I do it, but it happens. I need to start looking for a job and taking some photos again. I also need to work on this essay that I've done like nothing for. I'm a terrible person sometimes. I'm excited that I might be having visitors for New Year's!