Translation to "Death of the Bloggity"

Hey All,

A translation has been requested for my earlier blog...and I'm in such a mood to grant that request:

December:
I got a new job but it really sucks. I am no longer teaching crazies that beat up their parents, but I am now teaching the most lethargic, anti-school kids in all of London. If you doubt my honesty, look up "east london schools" on google and you will probably get the just of what I am dealing with. I work in an ACADEMY in DALSTON. Because this is a translation I will tell you that "Academy" = "School that has been broken up into smaller schools because it is failing due to it's poor location and administration that doesn't give a damn" and "Dalston" = "east london neighborhood that has more gangs than pubs and grocery stores put together."

In December i also went home for Christmas and saw my family and my sister's new baby Rosaly (amazing), went cross-country skiing (toootally new to me and my future retirement activity of choice), saw the Bouncing Souls with Johnny and some timeless Connecticut friends (yes!), hung out with the kids I met in Israel (interesting), had my ex-boyfriend Andrew fly across the country to come hang out for new years (no big deal, really. Andrew reads this blog...can I post that sarcasm? :)), and saw my brilliant New York friends (who reminded me that home is probably not London).

January:
It was a month of disappointing others and being constantly disappointed. Not one of my finer months, to be honest. I was reminded once again that my new job is hell. I broke up with the perfect man because I "just wasn't that into him" even though he wanted to be "the one" (or something like that), was bummed because I went out on a limb and told a boy who I THOUGHT was into me how I felt about him, and it turns out, despite his actions, he just wanted to be friends (Names have been not used to protect the "innocent." ;) ), it snowed a lot, I tried to go to Dublin and couldn't get past new security laws with my passport which equaled more disappointment for me, went ice skating in one of the prettiest places in London and remembered this city, and my friends, are awesome.

February:
It was my annual "what am I doing with my life" month. I decided for sure I wanted to go back to New York/The United States and started looking for jobs, debated this a lot, and I'm still not sure what I'm doing, was given good reasons from many amazing people in my life on both shores of the argument, hung out in South London more than usual (because it is rugby season and the Irish friends I have left in this country live in South London). Spending time in South London mean I inevitably ran into the boy I used to date, Eamonn, and I was able to successfully hang out with him and maintain some semblance of friendship. It was a positive turn in our somewhat tumultuous relationship. I went to Egypt with Sarah Caufield during February break and we had an absolutely rocking time seeing all the old stuff and meeting fun new people, came back to London and was hit in the face with the job I still hate, and took solace in the fact that the people I work with are solid gold.

March:
So far, so interesting. I ran into Eamonn again at the beginning of the month and the results this time were different. I let his charm get to me, and had a moment of weakness for him once again. Let us all, at this time, remind ourselves he's not right for me, my house threw a party with the theme "What did you want to be when you grew up" and it was one of the best house parties I've been to in my life, outside of Caufield's infamous halloween parties. I felt so socially anxious, but it turned out to be an absolute blast. I have been hanging out with a great guy, called Lukasz, from Australia, and he's going home next week. He's lived here for three years and he's ready to call it quits on London. I know the feeling. It's a real shame because he is pretty spectacular. We are going to India together after school gets out in July. This was decided last month before we got all googly-eyed towards each other, so no one worry, it's not an impulsive decision. I skipped school today and wrote this blog, among other things, and that pretty much catches this translation up.

Just hung out with some girls from the hockey team who reminded me that moving home to New York is a silly idea...go figure.

Love, Hammer

Death of the Bloggity

Hey everyone!

Surprised to see me? Well, I'm surprised to be writing. The new job is crazy and I literally haven't had a chance to write since I started. I spend approximately 12-13 hours working everyday...and hell, I'm a teacher. That's criminal. However, I'm bunking-off (cutting/skipping/playing hooky/pulling a sick-y) today, so I've got time to play catch-up on my life...and blog. So much has occured over the past few months, that I'm just going to make a brief list.

Here are some keywords, ponderings, and photos to describe my last 100 days:

December...
New job
The Petchey Academy=Hope
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where you hang your hat?
"Home is where you hang yourself?"
What if my heart is in bits around the world...what do I do then?
Rosie-pants
Happiness
Winding Trails. I. Heart. New. England.
Christmas at the Hammers = :)
"When we get old, do our hearts die?"
Excitement
Soy Amada. (Ich bin geliebt.)
Jews Unite
Andrew
Brooklyn

January...
The first heart I've broken
The Petchey Academy = Hell
Disappointment
Aversion to work does not = laziness
Home is the United States?
So much disappointment
snow
cold
lonely
Somerset skating
Failed Dublin attempt
"Feeling Gloomy" = Feeling Better
ozzy ozzy ozzy oi oi oi! (Aussie day, but we are Americana at its finest.)
willing myself to cheerfulness


February
The India idea is born
South London Revisited
Jason Bronstein = Sengal in May?
Eamonn Og = Vindication
proud/confident/independent
Ireland Rugby
Applications to New York
Am I really moving HOME?
Home??
Egypt
Pyramids
Sarah Carpenter Caufield

travel=happiness
Hieroglyphics
Cover up for safety
Sleeper Car
Shisha
awesome coworkers, shitty job
I.Will.Not.Quit.


March...
mistakes.oh yea.mistakes.
Ireland Rugby
Eamonn Og = "Whoops I did it again."
"Dancing the night away"
couch cuddles
Euphoria
Manchester United Wins
What did you want to be when you grew up?
HOUSE PARTY
"If you can make it there, then you can make it anywhere."
Is that song about London?
Lukasz
India. July 23nd or Bust.
First Kiss fireworks
"Are you allergic to me?" ;)
The Petchey Academy still = Hell
Bunking-off

If you made it through, you win a prize. Seriously, my respect doesn't come easy these days. Leave a comment.

I love you.
Hammer