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