I'm back from Illinois. A bit of a recap of my trip to the midwest...

There was a bit of turbulence on the flight from Palm Springs to Dallas, which resulted in several passengers actually SCREAMING when the flight was a bit, eh, shall we say, bumpy. Come on people, get a grip. You are only blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube that's some 30,000 feet off the ground...

While riding the little tram that connects terminals at the Dallas aiport (BTW, I've renamed that little train Thunder Mountain, cuz damn, you better hold on tight) I had to listen to some lady bitch about how confusing this whole changing terminals thing is and why can't every airport be like Palm Springs? Uh, come on now, all you have to do is ride the little train from Terminal A to Terminal C, no brain power required...and yes, it would be great if every airport was like Palm Springs...oh wait, no it wouldn't, because then we would never get anywhere. I hope these people don't travel internationally...I can just see them complaining about EVERYTHING.

We arrived in St. Louis, picked up our rental car, and headed off to Sparta, Illinois (population: 4,000 something). While traveling down a highway I spotted a billboard with "JESUS" in giant letters. Subtle. I also noticed that 9/10 cars on the highway had a yellow or red, white, and blue magnetic ribbon (or sometimes both, or, in the case of the ultra patriots, 4 ribbons on one freakin car!) on the back of their car, usually turned sideways to represent the Jesus fish. Ah, Toto, we're not in California anymore.

Sparta has grown quite a lot since I was last there (6-7 years ago). They have a Mexican restaurant and a Chinese restaurant and I must say they are pretty good. Certainly not as good as the Mexican food in SoCal or my favorite Chinese restaurant in London, but good by Midwest standards (and how multicultural, too!)

At the actual wedding reception I was introduced to this hardcore republican. He was pretty scary. Needless to say, we argued a lot. He said Bush would go down in history as the greatest president the United States has ever had. Wow, way to make me throw up my red velvet wedding cake all over your nicely polished shoes. He talked a lot about how Afghanistan and Iraq were now free thanks to Dubya - I told him I'd check back with him in 10 years to see how those two countries were doing. He said to me "Just remember, you live in the greatest country in the world." I told him I live in the United Kingdom, and you know, I very much enjoy it. Free health care, low crime rate, an efficient public transportation system, multiculturalism - it's all there. Ah London, how I miss thee!

We went back to St. Louis a day before our flight left and I met up with Laura. We went on a free tour of the Anheuser-Busch Brewery and it kicked ass. We saw the Clydesdales, the big tanks where the beer ferments, the packaging facilities, etc. The best part, though, was at the end of the tour, when they take you to a room, hand you a bag of pretzels, and direct you to the bar where you can get two free samples of any Anheuser-Busch product...and by sample, I don't mean those little cups of juice you get at CostCo. These samples could be equated with that $6 cup of beer you buy at a baseball game...and you get two of them, woohoo! Thanks for the tour, Anheuser-Busch!

That's about it. I need to post some pics...got a few of St. Louis and some of London that I need to put up...I'll get around to it someday.

I am returning to London on January 1st...yesssssssss!

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I was cleaning out my backpack and came across two visa waiver/arrival forms that the British Airways desk agent handed to me. I'm not really sure why he handed them to me since I'm a U.S. citizen and am not required to fill them out, but whatever. Here's one of the questions on the I-94W form:

Have you ever been or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage; or in terrorist activities; or genocide; or between 1933 and 1945 were you involved; in any way, in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies?

Ummm would anyone actually answer yes to this question?

Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I am a SPY or I am a TERRORIST but no need to worry, I'm just coming to LA to enjoy some sunshine.

Weird.

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ALBANY, NY - Alfred Wu, the 13-year-old winner of the 2004 East Coast Risk Championship, flunked his 8th-grade world-geography test, social-studies teacher Jane Laurent reported Monday. "His test paper was filled with names like Kamchatka and Yakutsk, and the Ukraine spread over half of Europe," Laurent said. "And, by his account, the U.S. is made up of only three states: Eastern United States, Western United States, and Alaska." Last week, Wu received an "F" on a paper he wrote about Napoleonic military Stratego.

From The Onion. I found this to be hilarious, because I LOVE RISK.

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I'm back in California...here until the 31st of December...well, actually, I'll be in Illinois from December 17-21. This place (Palm Desert) is surreal.

It felt good to turn that last paper in on Friday afternoon. Afterwards I met up with some fellow RPSS students at the Beaver's Retreat, but we were kicked out because there was a "staff meeting" so we had to finish our drinks at the Brunch Bowl. Then we went to the Lowlander Pub near Covent Garden and had some delicious strawberry beer and chips with mayo. Then Indian food, and then Cafe Pacifico. Twas a good night.

Flew out of Heathrow the next morning. Spent most of my time at the airport looking for McVitie's, but alas, I found none. There is a mini-Harrod's and Burberry store in the airport...amusing. Flight was a boring 11 hours, but I did watch a few movies I had never seen (Bad Santa, Elf, Manchurian Candidate). Landed at LAX, had In-N-Out, the rest is history.

Now I have nothing to do.

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The crazy guy from my previous post was mentioned in the LSE school newspaper, The Beaver:

Arrest in Library

Police were called to the Library last week in order to arrest and remove a former LSE student. According to LSE students in the Library at the time the unknown individual screamed obscenities over the railings and accused the LSE of being a racist institution for having only awarded him a 2:1 in his degree. As a result he was now on anti-depressants, he yelled at the Library. The same individual was also said to have assaulted promoters for the LSE SU Mexican society. Six police came to the scene in order to restrain and remove the individual.

Not quite as funny as the GW Hatchet crime logs, but still quite amusing.

There was also an article about a rugby player who streaked naked through a lecture, much to the shock of the professor.

My plane leaves from Heathrow in nine hours...weird...felt like I just got here. Oh, right...it's because I did just get here.

See most of you in California.

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Some really weird things happen on the LSE campus. For example, on Tuesday, I witnessed a crazy man tackle a giant inflatable Corona bottle. No joke...there was a guy dressed up in an inflatable Corona costume, handing out flyers about a Mexican Society party. My friend and I were walking to the library and we heard some random guy screaming, but that wasn't really too weird, so whatever. We stopped to admire the Corona bottle, when all of a sudden, OUT OF NOWHERE, a man comes running, full speed, and full on tackles the corona bottle to the ground. This is definitely one of the times where you just stand there and says "WTF?" Actually, what was weird was the fact that the guy ran out of the Three Tuns (one of the bars on campus) and tackled the Corona bottle. What was the guy doing in the student bar, and why the hell did he randomly tackle a poor guy in an inflatable costume? So the guy was screaming some more stuff after he bravely tackled the bottle (seriously, WTF?) and the guy in the Corona bottle looked like he was hurting (could you imagine being tackled and falling onto some nice, hard cement? Yikes). Some other Mexican Society members helped him up, and the crazy guy headed towards Erin and I. He started screaming at us "What?? You F****** English and Americans have never seen a black man before?? Go to Africa!!" We were like Uhhhh...(because really, what can you say to that??) So the guy heads off into some other building on campus, and we go to the library. We're on the 3rd floor, putting our stuff down before heading off to look for exciting books on Soviet whatever, when we hear some screaming outside. We look at the window, and the crazy guy is back again, in front of the library, screaming his head off about God knows what. Random!

Corona bottle, after being tackled by crazy man

So then I was talking to another friend the next day, and she told me that when she was in the library on Wednesday, the crazy guy (we assumed he was the same guy because he was screaming about Africa) came into the library. HE VAULTED OVER THE LIBRARY TURNSTILES and walked around screaming about how he was an LSE alum, etc, etc. Security called the police and they came to the library and hauled his ass off to wherever (hopefully the local mental institution). What do you want to bet this guys shows up on campus again?

I hope I don't turn into a crazy LSE alum. If you see me on Houghton street screaming about something, please slap some sense into me. Thanks.

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