SUMMINGIT UP

the weight of my hair has been unbearable these days so i got a haircut at a korean salon off tottenham rd, cost me 30 pounds but was well worth it considering my satisfaction (and the living standard here). afterwards, i went to one of the libraries on the university of london campus by russell square. it took me forever to find the entrance! quite the maze. by the time i found the book i needed (literature, culture and society in postwar England, 1945-1965), i felt suffocated and started getting flash backs to mccabe. mccabe may feel like a prison with its slits as windows, but there are farrr worse prisons out there. like this one. imagine very low ceilings, dim lighting, an elevator the size of a closet, doors upon doors, etcetc. but seeing their campus made me feel a bit of regret that i didn't apply to schools there (like soas!). mile end's a bit rough at times. i texted adrian to see if he was in the hood, it turns out he was! but having tutorial so he couldn't get back to me in time :c i thought i'd get to see him before friday, but i guess not, how unfortch!

i did some grocery shopping at the markets around whitechapel before returning to my room. i'm always reminded of hong kong because they have the fruit and produce in set-price baskets for your choosing. i'm going to make an eggplant pork stirfry tonight, my cooking has been getting better! when i have trouble sleeping, i imagine myself preparing the next meal. these tasks are quite comforting.

last night i went to a screening of david lynch's eraserhead at the local cinema, genesis. ticket cost 3 pounds, 2 for 1 beer cost 2.8 pounds. the film was short but nonetheless scared me shitless. i'd been meaning to see it since it was suggested in my intro to film and media studies class for the week on sound. it's about a young man living in this industrial? town and his girlfriend leaves him to care for their child? except i wouldn't call it that since it looked more like a brain with a mouth and had a stem for a body. the film's horrifying, i wouldn't suggest seeing it alone like i did!

over the weekend, joey came to visit from oxford. last i saw him was probably may? he arrived saturday morning and we walked north to bond st. to meet guleranna, who i met through carrie, and her friend dave. we had a pleasant lunch together, after which joey and i tried to go to the barbican, tried b/c none of the tube lines were stopping there, so we opted for the portobello street market. we got there around 4, which was late considering it closes at 5, but there were many people still about. all sorts of used goods were being sold, a few things caught my eye, but i didn't want to be too quick to buy anything since my criteria for consumption have changed (most importantly, would i be willing to pack it for carrying back to the states???).

we came back to mile end to drop off our things and get ready for dinner and gayclubbing at heaven, which didn't really live up to its name though it was quite the experience! shirtless gay men prancing about. i quickly got tired of the techno music, though joey was loving it, and it became more of a workout than anything else JKJK it was actually fun b/c they had rooms with different atmospheres and music. stayed till about 3 and it took an hr and a half on the 25 to get back. the bus ride was ridic, drunken people having drunken conversations. this one guy was hitting on a girl and it turned out that the girl knew his brother. fortunately for the rest of us, they decided to share this with their friends at the end of the bus so they started screaming across it! felt such relief to get back.

as far as the job searching has been going, i got a letter of rejection today from southbank centre :c. i herad back from kaplan two days ago about going in for an audition. if i pass the audition, then i get an interview. if i get the interview, then i get 15 hours of training before teaching yayyy. it's 14 pounds an hour, i'd only be doing it for the money. i'd prefer to have a fun non-paid internship that's relevant to what i want to do than relive those painful high school days of test preparation.