Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Here We Are, Yeah?

So. Here we are. In England, eh? Hey? Yeah?
Canada, United States, England...all proper ways to end a sentence, respectively, of course.


The language is funny here in England, where we have landed for the time being, in an interesting way, and we love words, so it's probably more interesting than it ought to be, and we're learning a wack of new ones, and new terminology/slang - though one of us has read our fair share of British chick-lit
(the best kind of chick-lit, if you're into that sort of crap), so we're "hip" to some of the words we're encountering.

Last night we layed in bed, unable to sleep, tons of things going on in our head, like a three-ring circus. One of us thinks she can speak with an English accent quite well...even though we refused to let it travel across our lips. James of course, being aware we were tossing and turning from all the "stuff in the head", inquired as to what the sentence was.



You wanna know?


Sure ya don't...but we'll tell you anyway!


"Bloody 'ell, yer a proper wanker, ain't ya" (American Translation: "Holy fuck, you're a perfect jerk-off, aren't you?")
Fun, right? Yeah, not when it's being repeated in your head until 5am followed by "See, I can speak with an English accent"...sadly, when
I try to say it out loud (I did, once, okay...), it doesn't work. Clearly I can't speak with an English accent.

Anyway. We've been occupying ourselves nicely...last night we had so much going on,  like a small child running around in our brain, touching everything and saying "Oh, this, this is cool!" *runs in another direction* "This, this is fun!" *runs in another direction*...ricocheting off of ideas, trying to chat. A six year old with ADD lives in our head (okay,she probably doesn't have ADD, she's just a normal 6 year old...) and when she is awake, she is hard to "send to bed".

I was unable to harness her, but it was entertaining...just wish it hadn't been between the hours of 1am and 5am. Dissociative Identity Disorder isn't always torture (only when it is), just ask
@IAmTheCrew and @Elrobso, two of our longtime followers, and "sufferers" of Dissociative Identity Disorder, one recovered, one loving life with his others (we, in Frankland, hate the word sufferers, it makes us sound...so...weak, and disadvantaged, or something) ...you learn to make the best of what is best, and deal with the rest.

We're never bored at least, there's always that. Even if we didn't have each other for company it's hard to understand people being bored anyway, though; but
we've written about that before, the silliness of the concept of boredom. There's too much to learn, to try, to explore, on the internet alone...for anyone to be bored.

On the whole "mental illness" front (we don't think of it as an illness, more of an issue), and travel, we're doing pretty well, all things considered. Only one time on the plane did one of experience a surreal, "How did I get
here?!" moment, which passed quickly with the touch of James' hand. 

We had a bout of homesickness yesterday (yesterday?), which isn't abnormal for normal human beings, and of course Cass (I call her that) was all pissy pants the other day (as per her ugly angry blog rant), the only thing that comes to mind is The Girl That Kicks The Hornets Nest, when I think of that entry...the title, not the book itself. We haven't read that yet. We did watch the original Swedish film, based on the first of that series, called 'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo' [2009] a couple of weeks ago - it's a great film, but it's subtitles (or dubbed) so, it's not for everyone.


Ramble ramble ramble. Off track. I do that. Oopsie.


Anyway. Day 6. What more can we say? Not much, so far. Yes, we're in England. No, it's
not a vacation (anymore than being unemployed in North American is), we are just living in England, for about four months (until April). We haven't got a fridge in the flat...yet, so that sucks. Once we do you'll be reading all about cooking adventures in our little converted kitchen, until we have to move (the flat sale could go through any day really) We wrote about food in England today - which is way better than expected, the food, not the writing - namely sausages, on our travelogue...so you can probably check that out.

~Catherine

1 comment:

  1. "Fun, right? Yeah, not when it's being repeated in your head until 5am followed by "See, I can speak with an English accent"...sadly, when I try to say it out loud (I did, once, okay...), it doesn't work. Clearly I can't speak with an English accent."

    Holy shit, I can relate to that.

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