So I've been concious for approximately an hour, as you may be able to decipher my sleeping pattern is reverting back to itself dysfunctional ways. I will be a decimated shell of a being when my 8.00am classes actualise. To my knowledge I have little calculated for today so will be sating myself with some administrative concerns. My preliminary burden being my blog.
Yesterday avro, post relocation execution, we became acquainted with some pleasant European boys on a sports scholarship over our first hot meal since the poorly-received chicken and rice amidst the plane journey. Once the mundane exchange of majors and home countries was complete, the repartee soon plummeted to the gutter with discussing off pot-smoking habits and 'flying deer' (that's a jaegerbomb to you or I). The inconsequential, casual racism that followed sustained itself long enough for better cockney accents than I could ever wish to project, to appear playing up to the British convention of a 'cappa tea mayte'.
As it is our education we are meant to be furthering, not our social skills, we adjudicated we should rent and/or purchase the books required for our courses in spite of the fact we are dubious as to whether or not we have been registered for them even at this late stage. The store apparently revelled in pillaging my purse as $211 swiftly exited my clutching hands leaving me vanquished and in need of a pick up me. TO WENDY'S.
On ordering a Baconator (Farlow, if you are reading this I hope you just ejaculated rainbows of jealousy) the blotchy young man behind the until queried my whereabouts asking 'Are you from Birmingham?' to which I retorted 'Yes!', elated to hear the precision. Albeit, my excitement dispelled itself when he simply said 'I can tell'. Even on the alternate side of the Atlantic, my thick accent is a painful give-away causing me to forever be identified as a Brummie. :(
Ensuing our banquet the adventures did not cease as we discovered a local taxi company run by a man and his wife charging only $4 fare to any destination in Bowling Green. Abusing this advantageous deal, we escaped to Wal-mart for bedding and a telecommunication device. Selecting the right bedding proved more laborious than hypothesised, as did purchasing a phone. Ultimately everything resolved itself well and we returned home with linens in Dave's cab. Our latest comrade Dave offered to cruise me around in his pallid automobile if ever I found myself without constructive activity, as corrupt as it may sound I'm likely to take him up on his amicable offer. However, if I am not online for several days and I am lacking a blog post, please inform the police it was Dave from Supercab as I am still sceptical of his white van man status.
My room mate Liz will be arriving tomorrow, I pre-empt that will get real old real fast. She does seem really considerate and caring though. We've briefly conferred over social networking and she will bring a fridge and a mircowave for us to prepare tasty treats in. I await her accession but until then over and out.
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