Sell the kids for food, Weather changes moods..

I had to switch back to Nirvana for my title, otherwise all of my blogposts from here on out would be Christmas songs haha (I'm kind of a little addicted to Pandora's holiday selections.. thank you VPN.American.Edu for existing).

Nevertheless, I thought the opening lines to In Bloom pretty much sum up my weekend - out of money, out of food, and in a rut whenever it rains outside.

Anywho, I literally did nothing and I hate that I did nothing because weekends are prized possessions now that FIE so graciously forked over a very challenging IIC seminar (whatever IIC stands for I have no idea)... but basically for an hour and a half every Monday we discuss our feelings about our internships (aka, I will probably whine about the sheer terror I feel every Wednesday and Thursday) and oh yeah.. P.S. Students? You have a 3,000-word paper on top of finals and the 6,000 other powerpoint presentations due in that week's span. I imagine Dec 10th-Dec 15th are going to be some of the most anxious and challenging days you could really ever fathom abroad.

However, the build-up to Nov 28th, when Chris gets here, is pretty overwhelming, too. I talked his (eyes??) off today on gchat because in the few and precious hours when I don't have any obnoxious assignments to rush through (although I kind of did at the time) I can't help but sometimes stare at my calendar in anticipation of the few weekends of excitement and freedom that are remaining in the London program. Here's a depressing way of looking at it - not including the weekend we all leave, there's only 5 pairs of Friday & Saturday nights left. You mean to tell me that the maximum amount of weekends that I can lose my voice by screaming at mediocre (but when you're holding a drink or two - FABULOUS) rock bands and sweat off several pounds dancing at O'Neill's is FIVE? (Well, actually six. I could squeeze in a run before hopping on the plane back to Jersey).

Anyway, tomorrow is Tuesday.. with that comes one more opportunity to rush out of FIE's building in search for another Christmas lighting ceremony... but it's also the last remaining day before voyaging back to the office and putting my nose to the grindstone. It's satisfying work, let me tell you, but it's also my first taste of the real world. I miss when people were impressed at my accomplishments because of my age. Bye bye, teen years. Hello adulthood.