the european adventures of a nicolette.

Travel While You're Young

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:00:07 +0100

Travel While You're Young

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Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:41:39 +0100

CAN I PLEASE????????

Mon, 04 Jul 2011 19:54:18 +0100

CAN I PLEASE????????

June 12, 2011. Sevilla nights.

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 09:37:14 +0100

June 12, 2011.

Sevilla nights.

June 12, 2011. Me & my sugarpiehoneybunch (@domisong) at the...

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 09:14:30 +0100

June 12, 2011.

Me & my sugarpiehoneybunch (@domisong) at the top of Sevilla Cathedral’s tower.

June 6, 2011. A burnt cigarette.

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 08:38:43 +0100

June 6, 2011.

A burnt cigarette.

June 5, 2011. Beaches of Palma de Mallorca.

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 00:35:00 +0100

June 5, 2011.

Beaches of Palma de Mallorca.

I forgot to Tumblrize this immediately - a foul on my part -...

Thu, 23 Jun 2011 05:23:52 +0100

I forgot to Tumblrize this immediately - a foul on my part - but…

I’m home.

After a long 6 months (that really only felt like a day), I’m back in Los Angeles, in my own home, with a room 2 times the size of my Leeds dorm, stuffing my face with Korean bbq and King Taco burritos, watching TV, going to an internship consisting of reading screenplays and watching TV pilots, seeing friends I haven’t seen in ages, and cuddling with the greatest family in the world (mine) - I’m happy.

I want to talk about Europe, my trips there, how much I missed it the minute I touched down into LAX, etc. etc., but maybe later.

It’s hard to try and recap my experiences. It’s hard to try and take all those memories and formulate them into words that would never truly do them justice.

Maybe later. Maybe later.

For now, I’m home.

5AM Moroccan time

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 05:48:05 +0100

And I’m wide awake. Couldn’t sleep through the heat and I now find myself sitting poolside with my feet in the water, phone in hand, mineral water & a John Grisham by my side.

Can’t complain about the good life, but gotta say that the random strays of stealthy cats running around are freaking me out.

Current location: Sevilla, Spain. Quickly rising to the top of...

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 01:24:23 +0100

Current location: Sevilla, Spain. Quickly rising to the top of my list of cities to run away to if I ever need to flee the country. AKA, my favorite.

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Sat, 04 Jun 2011 11:42:54 +0100

Went on a daytrip to York today.

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 22:42:00 +0100

It was gorgeous.

The weather was perfect.

I went by myself.

Cause the truth is, I’m a loner.

But I’m rarely ever lonely.

That makes me happy.

Cinco de Mayo 2011 at the Neon Cactus with a few of my study...

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 21:46:14 +0100

Cinco de Mayo 2011 at the Neon Cactus with a few of my study abroad girls<3

April 25, 2011. Paris, France! There’s a great, great...

Mon, 30 May 2011 15:40:05 +0100

April 25, 2011.

Paris, France!

There’s a great, great story behind this piece of bread. I love this piece of bread. I love the people of Paris. I love Paris.

April 23, 2011. Anne Frank House.

Mon, 30 May 2011 15:36:08 +0100

April 23, 2011.

Anne Frank House.

April 22, 2011.

Mon, 30 May 2011 15:33:57 +0100

April 22, 2011.

#justanopinion

Sat, 28 May 2011 18:27:17 +0100

But celebrities can be really annoying sometimes.

The story goes: we went out to club at the Leeds’ Student Union yesterday for a weekly night at “Fruity”, an event where the 3 clubs within the Union are opened up and club hopping is ensued. We decided to stay on the main dance floor, I saw a lot of study abroad people I haven’t seen in a while, we were all having dancing, having fun, being rowdy - that sort of thing - and sometime in the middle of it all, the DJ kept stopping the music and saying “IF YOU ALL DON’T CHEER LOUDLY ENOUGH, TEDDY FROM 90210 ISN’T GOING TO COME ON STAGE!!!” followed up with constant bouts of “YES, LADIES AND GENTS, TEDDY FROM 90210 IS HERE!!! EVERYBODY CHEER AND HE’LL COME ON STAGE!!!”

Okay. First of all.

Who the fuck is “Teddy” from 90210?

Second of all. Isn’t that an American show? Fucking Americans!!! Why are you in LEEDS of all places, and WHY ARE YOU RUINING MY NIGHT. WHO ARE YOU.

Seriously - you might think I’m being ridiculous, but don’t tell me one of the most annoying things a DJ can do is blast your favorite song and while you’re in the middle of belting out the lyrics and jumping up and down - HE STOPS IT. EVERY 15 SECONDS OR SO. TO TELL YOU SOME STRANGER. FROM AMERICA. (I came to England to get away for a while, people.) WAS THERE. AND HE WANTED CHEERS IN ORDER TO COME ON STAGE.

Homeboy, please, who do you think you are.

Anyway. I just googled him. He is some white boy from 90210 and he actually does look at douchey as the all-american character he has going for him. I don’t even know. Regardless, I was hella annoyed last night because the minute he came on stage, he KEPT saying “HELLO LEEDS!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO’S BEEN DRINKING TONIGHT??? YESSSSSSS! LET’S FUCKING HAVE SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!!!” He may have asked “who’s been drinking tonight” about 4 times. Then he pulled some drunk girl on stage and posed to take pictures with her for days. Then he took pictures with everyone else for days. What my problem was: Every time he decided to come back on stage, the English moshpit of doom CROWDED the main stage and even if you wanted to get out, there was no squeezing through.

ANYWAY, SORRY FOR THE RANT. But I think the point of all this is celebrities - especially small ones that I don’t even know but act like everyone wants them - annoy me. Especially when I’m trying to have a good time, and you have to turn the dance floor into a freaking circus.

Oh. But either way, I had fun :) My last & first Leeds Fruity of the year. I partied on campus. Whatup.

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Mon, 23 May 2011 17:36:09 +0100

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Sun, 22 May 2011 10:45:56 +0100

I went to bed early (as in a little before 12am) for the first time since my exhausting April...

Sat, 21 May 2011 11:22:38 +0100

I went to bed early (as in a little before 12am) for the first time since my exhausting April travelings. I kept waking up at random hours starting at 3:46am, and in the midst of all that - sometime during 7am, I woke up and before my eyes opened, I could swear that I was at home, in LA, in my own bed. I would wake up and I just knew that my mom would be downstairs and the bag that I wanted to pick up from my room would be right across from me.

Surprisingly, the tricks my mind played didn’t make me homesick at all. In fact, it made me feel comforted more than anything. For a time being, even if it was in my own head, I was at home. I was in the comfort of my own bed, I knew my family was just outside my room door, I could picture everything about my house vividly as if I was just there… Nothing had changed. I can’t help but smile when I think about going back now. I’ve been gone for about 5 months now - and I’m sure the world has moved on without me - but not my family. Not home.

They’ll always be the same.