What's the Story Morning Glory? How I almost saw Liam Gallagher jogging and other stories

So last blog was a little odd and revealed way more information that I intended, but I'm leaving it up anyway. So there. Ok so it's 1:15 a.m. My roommate is off doing whatever, or more likely whoever. And I have a shit load of stuff to do tomorrow, but I am determined to stay up and watch the Vice Presidential debates, which according to CNN.com, should be live streaming at 8 p.m. so by all accounts I should have a good 45 minute wait. I know I am screwing myself because of all the contacts I have to go to tomorrow, but fo shiz I can't wait to see Palin fall on her face. And if that actually happens while she's walking up to the podium I will piss my pants laughing. Actually I was reading an opinion piece in The Times today that was saying middle America would like Palin because she is at their level as far as political knowledge goes whereas Joe Biden is obvs way above the average American in terms of political know how and people are put off by that. I don't know if that's true, but for some reason I still think Sarah Palin is a complete moron and the fact that she calls herself a feminist because she believes in equal rights for women and she shoots animals and eats them is beyond insane. Oh and can I just dispute her feminism for a sec. Obviously feminism takes on different forms and right now there are debates concerning first and second wave feminism, but feminism is not just believing in equal rights for women, it is the fundamental belief that women are on the same basic human level as men and should be treated as such. Yet Palin believes women should not have the choice whether or not to have a baby. Men have that choice. Men leave single mothers everyday. But women should not be able to decide for themselves whether or not they should carry a fetus INSIDE THEIR OWN WOMB for nine months. No, that should be left up to the states. Wow. Sarah Palin. You're feminist views are so progressive. Being pro-life isn't against womens' rights. Wanting the government to take on your own personal decision based on your own personal faith in God, a diety not everyone subscribes to, and in doing so denying women fundamental reproductive rights is against womens' rights and dangerous for everyone. Anywho enough about that massive pile of idiocy. This blog isn't meant to be about her. This blog is supposed to be about how I almost saw Liam Gallagher. Jogging. Believe me, it's true. Just ask the paparazzo.

It was super cold today and my nose was running, that really has nothing to do with anything just an FYI, and the group and I were taking a walking tour of Hampstead. Along the way we sort of saw Dame Judi Dench's London home, we saw Russell Crowe's house, and other houses where other famous (mostly dead) people lived. So we are travelling along and as we are turning into the street where D.H. Lawrence used to live (obvs he's dead) we all see a guy with a big camera, you know the ones that can see Paris Hilton's cooch from miles away. And our tour guide asked him if we were blocking his way and he says," No, you just missed Liam Gallagher." WHAT!? We were shocked and excited and pissed all at the same time. Apparently he was on his morning jog. According to the paparazzo, who was a total creepster, he jogs every morning about that time for about half an hour. Unfortunately, our tour guide said we could not stay to see him come round again. Boo. I'm sure Liam (I think this almost encounter qualifies us to be on a first name basis) would have loved to see his many fans.

Ok some men in suits are telling people in the audience for the debate to turn off their cell phones and telling them when to clap. Oooohh this is so exciting. Back to business for a bit.

I have been in London for a month already. Two months left. I really am getting sad about leaving, but for reals it's stupid to worry about leaving and not enjoy the time that I have left so I am going to shut the fuck up about that. So these are the things I am excited about. I am super stoked about my trip with Mackenzie, obviously excited to see the beaches at Normandy and where Anne Frank wrote her diary among the many other things to do in France, Amsterdam, and Brussels. Although I am not exactly sure what there is to do in Brussels so scratch that. Fuck Brussels. I am also excited about going to Liverpool for a couple days with Carter to see everything Beatles. And I also want to go to Limerick (go Frank McCourt!), but am not keen on traveling by myself so we'll see how it works out. And these are the things I am bummed about. I am kind of bummed that my roommate is such a slutty slut bag, I mean a lovely young woman who has made different life choices than I have, and feels the need to share the gory details. I am bummed that I am no longer associating with an obnoxious ass who is on the trip with me and it makes group outings uncomfortable. I am also bummed that we have so many contacts due in such a little amount of time. And I'm bummed that I don't really have any good friends. It seems like everyone I know is little more than an aquaintance. But all in all the goods outweigh the bads and I'm having a pretty good time.

So there it is. Good times. Almost time for live debate. Some lady just introduced the moderator. I want to live blog the debate, but I also want to put it full screen on my computer. What to do. I'll figure something out. Goodnight Liam, wherever you are.