Hey, United...

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! 

L and I flew to my home in the USA last week, but it was one hell of a ride. Unfortunately, I couldn't get him a ticket on the same plane legs as me - not even on the same airline. Okay, that's fine, we'll just meet up later.

We finally arrive in Heathrow after a long coach ride. L has to wait 10 hours there for his flight, because United cancelled the first one hours before it took off. Well, alright, it happens.

He sat for ages, idling the time by with movies he's seen a hundred times, people watching, and ignoring his growling stomach. The poor thing finally boarded his flight and even made it through to his layover in Newark... And that's when it went downhill. 

Apparently, the plane that L was on had three legs. Something went amiss with the third leg, stranding the passengers for hours with no way to get off the vessel. Upon finally stepping into the actual airport, L had nowhere to go, as he had missed his flight to St Louis. No more flights until the morning. It was ten PM, with United pointing fingers. No hotel vouchers because it wasn't their fault. No  way out of the airport because it wasn't their fault. "We know it blows that you're stuck here for twelve more hours, but here is a ten dollar voucher for Subway in case you want a bag of chips between now and then." 

ARE YOU SHITTING ME??! It was bad enough that you decided to cancel the first flight, tickets booked way in advance, just before it took off, but the whole fend-for-yourself thing in a foreign city was just ridiculous. I thought I had it bad when Iberia decided to play "hide and go seek your new gate" during my 6 hour Chicago layover, but now I see its nothing.

Yes, it could have been worse. Yes, it is trivial now because I booked him a hotel room last minute (thank you, Newark Hilton!) and he was okay. Yet somehow I am still perpetually pissed off. Moral of the story: DO NOT fly United. Maybe this was just a bad experience. I don't exactly hope to slander their name (not that one bad review would), I simply hope that, given the opportunity, you opt for a different airline.

Now onto the more superficial things: I will do a circle lens review sooooon, I promise. I'm actually on the fence about ordering a new pair, as I'm not happy with the ones I have now. I have green eyes, so naturally it is difficult to find a satisfying pair of lenses. Too light to look good in most for the keyhole, too dark to blend with most of the terribly light ones. Ideally, I'd love to find a great pair of grey lenses. You know how dark brown eyes allow grey lenses to shine with a gleaming, ethereal look? Yeah, I'll never have that. But I can try. 

Might also look into gyaru again. It was something I really wanted a while back, but it seemed so impossible at the time. Gyaru should be fun, not about rules, but the foreign gyaru community can be so hostile. Why not, I say! More on that to come, possibly?

I haven't got much more to say now. Hopefully my next posts will be much more interesting. Lately my life has been nothing but lounging around and eating. I can always blog about that? (MMM, ramyun...)

Is it taaaaasty? Is it scruuuumptious??

Nearly eight AM and still no sign of any sleep. It's proving to be an elusive creature. Wondering if a heavy dose of tranquilizer or a hot bath will tempt it out. We will see.

That was my Facebook post mere moments ago and unfortunately sleep still refuses to show its pretty little face. Somehow my body has switched from the timezone here in England to the one where I live in the US. Without my permission, the cheeky bastard.

The fiancé and I (who I shall now refer to as L because the fiancé gets repetitive) were meant to go to the zoo today. Like a good little housewife (okay I'm no one's wife and this isn't my house but you get the point), I even packed a bag I was gonna drag around all day, filled with our wallets, passports, bandaids, sunscreen, sunglasses, and even a change of clothing. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOUSEWIFEY, I EVEN PLANNED OUT THE PACKED LUNCH I WAS TO BRING. But nope. L didn't pass out until well past 4AM, and we planned on waking up at 7:30. So, said time rolls around and I reach over him to turn off the alarm.

"Pssst. You still want to go today?"

"Ehh, urghhhhh... Wha-what do you want? Eh? Sleep."

That was it. He wants to go tomorrow apparently, but we have plans with friends so we shall see how that goes. Time is running out. It's Monday morning and we leave for America on Thursday NOOO.

Today I guess we'll just pig out and watch movies or swear at each other whilst playing COD, like we have for the last week LOLOL. 

But instead of the usual junk food, last night we cooked dinner together. AWWW, he's so damn cute when he cooks. He's always cute, actually. Anyway, for about 45 minutes we slaved away at a hot stove to cook a decent meal. Maybe it didn't take quite so long, and it was better than decent, but whatever. Here's photos of the noms! (L kept saying, in his creepiest voice, "Is it tastyyyyy? Is it SCRUUUUMPTIOUS?!" And I nearly shat myself every time. So if you see any out-of-place brown stains, sorry.

Wait, wait, before you're unimpressed, it tasted lovely. We had gravy to boot, and I had a glass of red to top it off. Which, after a tiny sip, I promptly banished from the table. Not my thing. But the food alone was delicious; we relished every bite with enthusiasm. Well, I did. L was deeply focused on a Gfinity match. 

MMM, food. 

Essentially, I just ranted about being tired and bored and I don't even know. Yet I expect someone to read it. Please forgive my laggy brain, reader, for it knows not what it says.

I did plan circle lens reviews today but my eyes burn so much I don't want to poke lenses into them to piss them off further. Tomorrow, however, they shall be up!!! Hopefully I won't be for much longer. 

Quick Update of FOOOOOOOD!

Boyfriend and I popped into town earlier so he could grab some shorts for the blazing American weather - not sure why he didn't get any earlier, though, because it has been hot here, too. It's like being slowly roasted in a high-up layer of Hell, so Satan can have a snackrifice any time he pleases (lolol lame, okay, I know). The point is, it has been HOT  HOT HOT. 
He got the shorts, then I grabbed some souvenirs for my family and adopted-sister (whose blog you can follow HERE: http://www.neon-regen.blogspot.co.uk/). Well, we have what we came for, now what?
"We could eat?"
Oh, good plan. For once, I hadn't stuffed my face all morning with everything that was unfortunate enough to find its way into my grasp; this was to be my first meal of the day, and dammit, it was going to be amazing. Naturally, we trekked to a place in Exeter that was right near by (which I do not recommend doing in studded Litas): George's Meeting House. It's a pub, yes, but it isn't the usual sort. Not too rowdy, not too nose-in-the-air-whilst-I-sip-this-wine-I-can't-pronounce. It's comfortable. 
Both of us ordered roast dinners, and the boyfriend, who isn't too keen on alcohol, requested a toffee and apple cider. 
Wait, he's actually asking for alcohol? Whaaat? Nope, no fruity cider then.
Instead, I slid over to the bar like a ninja and hastily ordered us a pitcher of mojito. Mmmmmm, it was perfectly refreshing. Not the best either of us have had, but it did the job. Cider is probably better for a heavy meal like a Sunday roast, which is traditional in England, but , come on, eight pounds for a PITCHER OF MOJITOOOO.
Come back to Mama, baby (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Here's the noms of the day:

(Normally I don't like meat too much but THIS, PORK, OMG.)

Sneaking in a cute photo of boyfriend (who's actually fiance, and I wasn't sure how much he'd mind me sharing)

And me, I guess, since I've been mentioning possible makeup tutorials and lens reviews, etc. After a long day of my balls sweating into puddles, my makeup stayed on fairly well LOL

Almost Hacked to Death

So, the boyfriend and I were strolling around near his house about 1 AM. We weren't drunk, completely sober actually, but most people that either tripped or high tailed it past us were completely smashed. But it happens. So we were used to hearing noisy, drunken slurs and seeing weird people pass by.

After we grabbed a kebab, we made our way to a park we know well. Completely cloaked in blackness, it seemed a little creepy, but it's familiarity was comforting so we pressed on. Until HE walked near us. He wasn't one of the drunk fools. No, he was terrifying. 

A man in full... Uh, costume? I don't even think it was a costume but a man clad in cameo-print pants, a tight black tank top, and combat boots strolled past with a FREAKING TEN INCH KNIFE TUCKED UNDER HIS BELT. As the street lamps reflected off of the shiny metal, I swear I felt my jeans become soaked with p- fear. Whether it was mine or the boyfriend's, I'm not sure. But holy crap, WTF?

This is England. You're not allowed to own actual weapons as far as I know (aside from collecting swords or something), let alone carry one on your person. The boyfriend later said it was okay because the entire getup would be considered fancy dress. Seemed pretty real to me, but what do I know?

Excuse me while I go scrub my underwear clean. 

Also, first kebab ever. It was delicious until I had to dig through the entire mess to find meat in order to hand feed the cat, dog, and boyfriend LOL

Will upload a circle lens review tomorrow!

All byyyy MYYYYSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFF (picspam included)

I awoke to the sound of screams and of gunfire.

Not real gunshots, of course, as the blaring battle was on COD, but it was vivid enough to tear me violently from sleep. At first, I was a bit aggravated that the game was so loud, and that my boyfriend was yelling at it even louder. Who wouldn't be annoyed? Then it hit me that I have mere weeks left with him. Come the beginning of September, he's gone again. He'll be home in England, and I will be alone in my new place. No parents, no sister, no boyfriend - no one.

It occurred to me for the first time today that, whether I like it or not, I will be utterly alone with nothing but my shadow to solace me before I know it. Should that make me excited, being on my own? Am I meant to be despairing? I don't know, really. Moving out, going to university, being an independent adult with responsibility to no one but yourself; all of these things are what I thought teenagers were supposed to want. Now that those things are nearly upon me, I don't. Can't I just crawl into a warm little burrow and hide away? Then people can leave tasty snacks outside of my burrow... hole? Whatever, they can leave them and I can waddle into nearby streams to bathe and lie in the sun above my burrow when it's warm and there will be plenty of mud to build a defensive wall around my new home and everything. Why does that sound suspiciously like a fox? Hmm... I guess I've found my true species.

(I know, my Paint skills are quite impressive.)

Ultimately, there's no avoiding anything, no matter how desperately I may want to. Maybe it's all a good thing, you know? To be alone and on your own is one thing, but to be on your own and have support from people you care about, that's something far, far greater. Something I can deal with.

I think what I'll miss most is the comfort of having familiar people around, people that love me, that I can depend on, that I trust. I mean, on prom night, I didn't have a date (since the boyfriend is from across the ocean and all), so my mom and a friend of hers helped me get ready, even going as far as spraying three entire cans of hairspray onto my braid and doing and redoing my dress. I had handmaidens.

(See the remnants of a sole surviving can?? Didn't last long)

They worked incredibly hard so that I would feel like an absolute princess on prom night, and I did. Why do I have to leeeeeeeeeeeeeave??


But enough of my scaredy-cat ranting. I need your help! How shall I decorate this new house? Right now it has neon yellow and red walls. Neon. Yellow. WALLS. Not to sound too prudish but I don't actually want to sleep inside anything that's going to burn my damn eyes out of their sockets every time I walk in when there's sunlight. What if I turned on an overhead light and it was nighttime? I WOULD GO BLIND BEFORE I GOT TO MAKE THE HOUSE ADORABLE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Can't let it happen.

Since it will just be me, a gyaru theme seems kind of nice. I myself am not a gyaru (unfortunately) but how adorable would a Liz Lisa or lilac floral theme be? I could step out of a rose-scented bath onto a plush pink rug and wrap myself in a princess towel in my princess bathroom filled with girly, gyaru things. ヾ(＠°▽°＠)ﾉ Heheheh.

On another note, my month-long trip to England is coming to a close. The boyfriend will be coming back to the states with me for a month, but it will be painful to leave this place. To immortalize it, I've decided to dump a shitload of pictures of my incredible time here!

(HAHAHAHAHHAHA yes, pizza is that important to me!!)

This thing was in an arcade on the coast. I have seen hot drinks in a vending machine in the US, so it wasn't initially anything out of the ordinary. Absent-mindedly, I allowed my eyes to scan the contents of the machine. 
"Hmm, hot chocolate, tea, coffee, ohh even a latte... Is... is that soup?" WHY ARE YOU SELLING VEGETABLE SOUP OUT OF A METAL BOX THAT'S INSTALLED INTO A WALL? I can understand a hot drink, but something with ingredients that should be fresh, or at least not rotting away in a WALL?? I sound so critical of England. I'm not, things like this are just so odd to me. 

(A friend's stunning view from her bedroom!!)

(Me being a damn fine pirate. My boyfriend won't let me put his pirate-photo on this blog!! So you'll just have to imagine it.)

(I'm really going to miss staying up until 4 AM playing games with him)

Okay, that was a pretty tiny amount of picspam... a mini shitload? These are only a few of my favorite photos. Hope that you enjoyed reading, I'm off to listen to some more JYJ and TVXQ because I CANNOT STOP. ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

So, you came after all.

I don't know what to expect from this blog, or what you can expect from me. Ultimately, I suppose I just need a place to record my thoughts, my ideas, my feelings - everything that should go in a diary will be here. Except this diary will forever be on the internet and there's no crappy plastic lock sealing away my mundane thoughts from prying family members. Warning, though: it might be a super shitty diary all about crummy I feel or how I have the runs from those Flamin' Hot Cheetos last night or how the guy next to me in class keeps falling asleep despite my constant efforts to jab him in the neck. Fingers crossed, though, that it will have far more meaning to both you and myself. Actually, I'll probably write reviews about beauty products, the places I go, strange foods, post outfits, and make offhanded, snarky remarks about my life. Probably. 

I would like this blog to turn into something lovely, really, where you as a reader can feel inspired, uplifted, amused, intrigued, forlorn, befuddled, and the like. Notice those fancy words? Yeah, look at that, it's already an intelligent, thought-provoking blog. Through it, perhaps you can glimpse a world that might be across the ocean from you, or hear a song in a language you've never heard of. Maybe the posts will have familiar elements, but they are comforting. I don't know, remember? And to be fair, can I really do that? I should probably have a place to begin, first.

For years I have read other peoples' blogs, always feeling the urge to start my own. I just didn't, until now. So I'm sowing the seeds of a potentially dead, ugly garden and praying that it grows into something beautiful, or at the very least, amusing.

To begin, call me CL. I'm an 18 year old girl residing in a tiny town, though through my university I will be posting travel posts in the future (bwahahaha, hello, Thailand, Switzerland, and China!), so you won't necessarily have to see the same mindless photos of Walmart every post. Unless, of course, that's what gets you going. Anything for you, darling reader.

At the moment, I'm visiting my boyfriend in England, so the next few posts will be about that - the gorgeous Devon countryside, the splendid customer service (cough), the food, oh, the food... Ever heard of steak and kidney pie? You don't want to. Your life was so much better before I mentioned it, because now you're probably going to Google it. Go on, look it up.

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See? You're likely on the floor, retching and sobbing in a trembling heap. Not that there is anything wrong with intestines, nor eating them. To be honest, nomming away on innards can invariably be an amazing thing, given that they're cooked well and you like the taste. My issue with the aforementioned concoction is that, in England, they sell it frozen, so it can be MICROWAVED.

WHY? Why would you nuke something meant to be hot and flaky, knowing full well you're going to get a disgusting mess? "Mmm, delicious, rubbery kidneys in a gooey, lukewarm gravy," said no one ever. Then there's the infamous stargazy pie, which- actually, never mind that. That's enough England for you today.

See you next post?

POSSIBLY COMING UP:
†}  Moving into my own place - gyaru theme orrrr?!
†}  A boozy take on alcohol in England
†}  High street style - oh, wait...
†}  Yesstyle haul
†} Circle Lens for light eyes