Thursday, December 13, 2007

I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

"... you make take our lives, but you will never take.. our.... FREEDOM!!!!!"

And with those classic words I rejoice. I'm done. Free. Gone.
My history exam was 18 pages double spaced. Two hours. Horrid.
My final exam was a maze of double negatives (i.e. "What did this insert author you've never heard of not reject of the following 10 statements: insert statements with words like perichoresis, consistendia, obfuscation, teleological, escatological... well you get the point...
A) 1 and 2
B) 2 and 4
C) 1, 2, and 6
D) All of the above
E) What???

Needless to say, most of my answers had something to do with E.

That being said, I'm looking forward to fencing tonight where I will make some people wither before the exhausted fury of my attack. And I'm looking forward to coming home for Christmas! Yeay!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

It's been a while.

So, it's been a while since I wrote, but I feel justified since it is exam week, and I have four finals in three days. (One down, three to go...)

Anyways, I just wanted to mention this. The UK is a magical place to me. Why you ask? It's so... non-North American!!

Take for example the "Britain's Got Talent" first run through. At the end of the first season, we have a dumpy, chubby, middle aged, cell-phone salesman with a broken tooth, who sings opera. Yup, in the finals of "Britain's Got Talent" little Paul Potts with his opera.
Watch his first break here. Believe me, it is worth the watch.

Who is his competition? Some young, good-looking girl with a sweet voice? Well... sort of. Connie Talbot, at 6 years old, came all the way to the final, bewitching crowds with her entirely honest answers and singing "somewhere over the rainbow". See her first moment here. Not as good as Paul, but still fun. (She has the cutest accent ever.)

Now why does this impress me so much? Look at the American Idols. Kelly Clarkson. Ruben Studdard. Fantasia Barino. (and of course, honourable mention to Clay Aiken in the second season). All young. All good looking. All probably the coolest kid in school. These weren't talent contests, they were people voting for whom they most wanted to be.

Britain had the real "rags to riches story". It is the land of real modern fairy tales.