One of my friends, Betty, who is maybe the funniest person I've ever met (tonight at dinner she told one of the missionaries that he wasn't the most handsome elder) read my palm tonight. She's Chinese and has the best accent/intonations ever. Anyways. She gave some insight into my future that should be documented.
-I will live to be over 100
-I will have two boys and one girl
-I will get married soon-like, in the next year. Big news.
-My husband and I will fight a lot, but he'll be rich and powerful, so I'm ok with that
-My big work promotion won't happen until I'm in my 50's
So I'll keep you updated on whether or not any of those things happen.
Also, a side note, 129 days until Backstreet Boys.
And, to celebrate the last day of classes today, I've had my own Law and Order Marathon and am on my sixth episode. I'll be honest-it isn't the same without Christopher Meloni. But its still good.
Last night I went with some friends to this Christmas Carol Service in the ol' York Minster.
We all know how much I love it there.
The program was very sweet. It was put on by the other main university here-York St. John-and it contained carols from all over the world. Their chamber choir sang, they had some scripture readings, there was a short Christmas sermon by their chaplain who is from Kenya and gave a really sweet little talk...
On Saturday my friend Ruth came into York and we got to hang out.
Yeah, it was awesome.
After a lovely little lunch and some window shopping, we stopped by a...museum? of sorts. The bottom floor of this pub is actually some Roman baths-built 1700 years ago! They were just digging and bam!
The Romans had beaten them there.
And that's actually all I read from the pamphlet the (super good looking) guy gave us, because I was easily distracted...
I seriously love a good dress up.
Also, not joking, this is the 'gift shop'.
AKA the most ghetto 'gift shop' I have ever seen or could even imagine.
I think its really interesting some of the differences in vocabulary between British English and American English. I seriously laugh at some of the word choices for both variations.
Like driving sounds so much more serious here. Instead of signaling, they indicate. And instead of passing people, they overtake them. Powerful. I like it.
I also enjoy them asking "You alright?" ALL THE TIME. It's their "how are you" of sorts. It took awhile to adjust my response to fit the question, but I finally think I have it down. I don't think I'll ever conform to being able to ask the question, but I can respond appropriately. I also feel lame saying cheers to people, so I'm staying away from that one, too.
Anyways, this is just to lead into me saying I'm unwell. Instead of sick. Because I hear unwell wayyyy more than I hear sick. I have this cold that is ruining everything aka my life.
This is what I look like right now:
So hot right now.
Lets hope this cold is ready to dance tomorrow night.
Also, the results of the hair survey are veryyyy interesting. I'll post the results tomorrow. Go vote if you haven't already!
There is a big night coming up here. The York Ball (aka big mormon dance). Friday.
(Ah! So nervous! What if no one wants to dance with me!!!)
I have a killer dress. But the question of how I should do my hair has been stressin' me!
My bangs (or fringe as they call it here) is at a confusing length. They are fine most of the time, but they're getting a tad too long. Which means I touch them a lot. Which means they get real gross real fast.
SO. Do I trim the bangs/fringe? Because we all know Imma be busting a dance move on Friday night meaning I'll be swooping them back meaning I'll be extra sweaty meaning I'll have real nasty hair at the end of the night.
OR do I grow my bangs/fringe out and just put my hair back for the ball? And when considering this option, lets not forget the bald spot aka my forehead.
(also, here is another story of my forehead. i should be embarrassed about how often i've posted about it, but i am not-you won't be disappointed if/when you click on those links)
Really I just need to know in general. Do the bangs stay or go?
I've made a survey. Please consider the options and answer accordingly. You have until Thursday night.
This year I spent Thanksgiving here. In York. Well, actually, I went over to the city of Harrogate and hung out with my friend Duncan. This is what we looked liked:
(the black and white makes it seem like we've been friends forever. which isn't true, it just feels true)
Duncan has lived here his whole life so he knows the ins and outs of the town and we spent some time exploring this little forest (I wish I lived next to a forest) and he showed me this little perfect spot for sitting.
It was a pleasant day and while it wasn't the typical Thanksgiving experience, it was exactly what I needed in my life. And I have to soak up as much Dunx time as possible before he moves to another country! (who does that, btw?!) We also saw Tin Tin, which was surprisingly enjoyable. Tin Tin is legit.
Turns out my family also had an enjoyable Thanksgiving back home. There are certain moments I wish I could've been a part of, including when my Grandma started yelling from the bottom of the basement stairs for someone to come, and when my Mom got there she found Grandma holding a sign:
Its 12:27 am on Thursday, which technically means its Thanksgiving!
Soooo, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
But also technically, Thanksgiving doesn't exist for me this year. Because its kind of an American thing (kind of), and right now, I'm not in America.
But also, that doesn't mean I can't be grateful. While I'm not in the great country of my birth, I am in a great country. And I have a lot to be grateful for.
(enter the standard 'i'm grateful for' post...but better; i'm in a weirdly reflective mood, so bear with me)
Oftentimes in my life, I've felt perfectly inadequate and confused and worried about my decisions. I've been hit with concerns of where I should live, with whom I should surround myself, what I should study, and many other seemingly life-altering decisions. I've often felt like what I was doing wasn't good enough, or worth it, or I'll be honest-normal. I have wished to be more of a typical Mormon girl on several occasions.
I am so incredibly more grateful for the things I have been able to experience in my life. Being the not-so normal Mormon girl. A few years ago I made a pledge to myself to take advantage of all the opportunities thrown my way, and I am sincerely grateful for being able to do that.
I am grateful for my parents for supporting me on my wild endeavors. I have moved away so many times, but they always welcome me back with open arms. That is a great comfort.
I am grateful for my brothers. They really are the best of the best and my greatest friends. Each one has taught me something I would never have learned otherwise.
I am grateful for friends that have truly opened their hearts to me. They have inspired me, supported me, and been there for me so so much. And without them, I would be incomplete (cue bsb sotd).
I am grateful for this world and the people in it. I am reminded daily that these people-no matter where they come from-are all our brothers and sisters. And we all have an innate desire to help each other out. The love I have felt from complete strangers in foreign lands is a constant reminder of the goodness of mankind. And the beauty I have seen across the globe is proof of a Divine Creator. No denying it.
Most importantly, I am grateful for the gospel. I am grateful for Jesus Christ in my life. I am grateful for my Heavenly Father and His faith in me. I am grateful for prayer. I am grateful for temples. I am grateful for a living prophet. I am grateful for missionaries. And I am grateful for my testimony in knowing it is all true.
And here we kick of the holiday season! The hardest part of a nomads life, but whenever I miss home, I'm really just grateful I have someone to miss.
I went to an academic conference on Wednesday, making my trip down there FREE.99! The university paid for the train tickets and luckily I don't have any classes on Wednesdays or Thursdays, so I stayed until Friday morning and it was great.
First off, can I just say that a trip to the British Library to see all the old documents is totally, totally worth it. One of the highlights of the trip for sure. I don't know if I'm just a big nerd, but I'm weirdly obsessed with illuminated manuscripts and they have some good stuff there. And, you know, the Magna Carta. No big.
There was also some awesome stuff at the British Museum.
And the Tate Modern is one of my favorite museums. As much as I appreciate and love classic pieces of art, I have a soft spot for modern stuff as well. It's like a work out for a different part of your brain. I'll take it.
Oh and don't worry! Mikelle, Nate and I went and saw Wicked. There was some effort to get the tickets in the morning, but it proved worth it later on. Such a production and entertaining for sure.
And Mikelle hooked me up with some bday cupcakes. So good. Love cake love her!