last night was the super bowl. you would think that as a yankees fan, i can appreciate a solid team with a winning history behind them. false. i think the steelers & their fans are so ridiculously intense and trashy (and what's up with those terrible towels? a towel is not bad-ass/"terrible." it's just cotton. end of story). so i went to a super bowl party filled with american expatriates at some local bar, and was crushed to watch the cardinals lose to the steelers by SUCH FEW POINTS. i left at halftime because i was annoyed with the old women in yellow feather boas cheering all the time, then came back because 1) it was snowing mad lots outside, 2) i was walking home alone, and 3) I WAS MISSING BRUCE. but we left somewhere around the beginning of the 4th quarter.
we walked home in crazy amounts of snow and took ridiculous pictures (because that's what you do when it's snowing, obviously)
i really think i captured brad pitt's & cate blanchett's creepy stare. and i still will NEVER see this movie.
if i were america's next top model, this would be my greatest shot. i'm channeling a little bit of "i'm freezing because i'm lying down on an excessive amount of accumulated snow" and also "is it possible to look relaxed when you are lying on a picnic table in really cold weather? answer: no."
snowball fight on liverpool road.jessica & i kept track of the last few seconds of the game via NFL's live game center updates, and were so completely annoyed with that final touchdown. it's like... ugh, so close? and yet so far.
thumbs down for the steelers kthx.
on friday, we went to cambridge. i met srivani, who was in the same boat as me (roommate on the 8AM trip, didn't really know anyone else). i was split up from the writing london crew, so we walked in the same tour group. it was good times. at some point, we met up with riley & jessica and grabbed lunch, then went to the fitzwilliam museum, which had some really cool picasso prints from the time of the spanish civil war. i almost bought a book of shakepearian cats in the bookstore, but didn't (for the record, "shakespearian cats" means that it was drawings of cats depicting famous scenes in shakespeare's works. it was adorable, but definitely not worth £7). i have pictures but they're boring, except for:
PUNTING on the CAM.
kings' college chapel is positively gorgeous...
... and they have heated floors! (which i felt bad about, testing out. it's a church & i shouldn't have had my shoes off but OH MY GOD IT WAS SO WARM I COULDN'T HANDLE IT)
that greyhound is kind of looking at you in a "whatchu talkin' 'bout, willis?" kind of way. and the dragon's just like RAWR, as dragons tend to do.
thanks to the incredible amounts of snow, class was cancelled for today. except that the e-mail cancelling class was sent out at 940AM, after people were supposed to have left for 10AM class - it's a 25 minute walk, and longer if you're trying to avoid busting your ass on the slushy sidewalk by walking slower than normal. we just decided to have class anyway, since we were all already there. this way, we don't have to do a make-up session. but they might close school tomorrow too (for which i'd be totally grateful because british politics is excessively boring).
too many pictures in the post. i must go read for the potential class i might maybe possibly have to go to, and then finish evelina, except that i've barely started. failure.
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