So while here in the Rome hostel I met two cool people in the room me, Lynn and Leanne shared. One is the Woodchuck {yes he has a real name other than the nickname I gave him} and another chick named Olivia. Really cool people. The Woodchuck is cute, he has soap opera good looks...he did this thing when woke up that was sooo soap operary. He pulled his fingers through his hair before getting out of bed. Totally hot! Then his ass got out of bed with just boxers on...shit I love hostels!!! Well I decided to allow the Woodchuck to write about his experiences on my blog
Introducing the WoodChuck!!!!
(The Soap Opera Guy from The Yellow Hostel in Roma)
I haven`t written in quite some time, so please excuse my ineloquence.
My last week has been characterized by an intriguing combination of two firsts. First, the overwhelming visual cacophony of the most important/westernly important monuments of the last 2000 years. First, the first time in my life I have encountered a person to whom I have nothing to say, with whom I happen to be traveling. It`s been a bit contradictory to say the least. I sway back and forth in my mind between "this is the most incredible experience of my life" and "I am being robbed of the most incredible experience of my life". It`s hard to explain unless you've experiend it.
Ok, let me back up a little. I moved to Prague 2 months ago from Virgina/Rhode Island for a study abroad program, the first time I've ever been outside of the United States, much less to Europe. It's really my attempt to break out of the oppressive environment that is a small Southern town. I love where I'm from (Salem, Virginia), but the general ethos of the place is to "stay where you are", to enjoy what you have and to forget the other possibilites. As a high schooler who has any amount of curiosity, this is not sufficient. I loved Salem, but I needed something a little more. So, I chose to leave my small town for Brown Univeristy. Let's agree that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.
Regardless, I gave what I had to give. Which apparently wasn't what anyone wanted. Regardless of the school's reputation, it's the most close-minded place that one could possibly find. It's the most blatant inrony I've ever seen. The University prides itself on open-mindedness (seriously, what the fuck does that mean anyway), but insodoing closes it's mind. "Oh, you don't love liberalism - so you don't love people and their right to exist in this world do you?". It's tough to understand unless you've been there. It's a typical example of the always-reliable human mob-mentality. People rally together for a cause only to create the kind of anti-freedom-of-thought which they orginally resent. It's really incredible.
Anyway, I found myself after the first year and a half at Brown at a loss of what to do with myself. It seemed I was unwillingly sucked into this vortex of rhetoric that would ultimately lead to my demise. So I got the fuck out of there. One of the hightlights of Brown is its study abroad program. Everyone does it. You can essentially go anywhere in the world and get the experience you want. So, after a long deliberation, I decided on Prague. Best beer. Best nightlife. Best women. They speak English. Where could I go wrong?
Back to the original story.....
I've been having a great time this semester. I've lived it up, travled as much as possible, and tried not to miss anything. In that same spirit, I decided I'd come to Italy for fall break. I needed someone to travel with, and Olivia decided she'd be up for it. So what? That's great. We get along just fine usually.
Not when it's one on one. I pride myself in being able to relate to people along the lines of humanality. It doesn't matter who I am forced to converse with, I can do it simply because I have a strong understanding of the underlying human qualities that bind us all. Sound a little cheesy? Yes it does, but there really are those things that everyone can relate to, that you can get someone to admit to, that you can get someone to disagree to, in the very least. Not with this girl. Whatever comes out of my mouth is futile. It's incredible. We are the most incompatible people in the world it seems. I almost feel bad, because I know she feels the same way. Our whole trip has been characterized by the akward silence between us.
BUT, befitting of the perfect paradox, I've had the best worst trip of my life. We've had this constant battling contention between us, but I've been traveling in Italy! I've seen the mother-fucking Colliseum. It may be cliched, but fuck it, it's just as powerful regardless.
Let me conclude with this: the most uncomfortable things are the most valuable. I fucking love Salem Virginia. I love being around the few people I know inside and out. But they don't help me grow as a person. What helps me grow is the oppression of Brown, the insanity of Prague, and the akwardity of Olivia.
back to me...
Hey Yall, expect other blogs coming from Lynn, Leanne and the Woodchuck about our experience out here.
I went to the Pantheon today...awe-inspiring in the realest sense.
Going to bed now, catch up with yall later.
Ok, so here's the story line. Roughly 1 year ago, an amazing woman from South Central Los Angeles decided after receiving her Master's degree to expand her horizons and venture off to London. So over the course of the next couple of years she will hope to bring two continents together through the eloquence of her words...ok that is complete and utter bullshit! Your not doing shit so just stay a minute for the hell of it!
Location: In a London borough not far away from 3 tube lines, England
About me: 1. Lover of all things Chocolate 2. Terrified of Texas flying Tree Roaches 3. New lover of roundabouts 4. The world is my oyster...w/out the fishy smell 5. God, does not like ugly...so rearrange yourself and your face
So I have decided to do a little blogging from Rome. Let me tell you this place is absolutely beautiful, if you ignore the graffiti which seems to be everywhere. So I am staying at the Yellow hostel in the middle of the city near the train station. Yes, I am in a fricking hostel and I am loving it. Shit!
Yesterday, I saw the Coliseum and walked around several ruins whose names I can't remember at this time. I have great pictures so far. So I will put them up on the blog and others I will email out. Last night I went out to a pub with a group 30 other hostelers and drank at an open bar for two hours for only 13 euros. Let us just say that I will explain that night later.
Today I am off to the Spanish Steps and the Pantheon and to do a little shopping.
Tomorrow morning I will set my sights on the Vatican and do a little praying for all my sins.
Love yall and Meg thanks for my new mantra and Jackie...I miss ya too!!!
"I live a day at a time. Each day I look for a kernel of excitement. In the morning, I say: 'What is my exciting thing for today?' Then, I do the day. Don't ask me about tomorrow."
Barbara Jordan
1936-1996, Lawyer, Educator and Politician
Yesterday, I saw the Coliseum and walked around several ruins whose names I can't remember at this time. I have great pictures so far. So I will put them up on the blog and others I will email out. Last night I went out to a pub with a group 30 other hostelers and drank at an open bar for two hours for only 13 euros. Let us just say that I will explain that night later.
Today I am off to the Spanish Steps and the Pantheon and to do a little shopping.
Tomorrow morning I will set my sights on the Vatican and do a little praying for all my sins.
Love yall and Meg thanks for my new mantra and Jackie...I miss ya too!!!
"I live a day at a time. Each day I look for a kernel of excitement. In the morning, I say: 'What is my exciting thing for today?' Then, I do the day. Don't ask me about tomorrow."
Barbara Jordan
1936-1996, Lawyer, Educator and Politician
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Rome...Rome...here I come! I am leaving tomorrow at the crack off dawn to embrace another part of the world that is in need of meeting me.
To answer some questions:
1. My job is very stressful and I have tried not to talk about it too much on this blog. Certain things that happen at work have a way of emotionally spilling over elsewhere. Isn't that always the case working in social services. I do enjoy my job, however it is not something that I could do long-term. I am gaining an overwhelming amount of experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. I currently work on a team that is comprised of Brits, Americans and South Africans. Our clients come from 1 of 3 geographic locations in the town. The social problems that we have to deal with at home are the same here, difference being is the way in which the govt. attempts to alleviate the problems. It is well known that govts. do not focus on the systemic social problems, but deal with the outcome of the social problem that is a part of vicious cycle.
My job encompasses a little bit of everything. I do home visits/initial assessments when a child abuse referral comes in, I have been to court fighting for my newborn to remain in foster care for the moment (until mom gets her shit together), I conduct core assessments of the family functioning/parenting capacity, I go a little bit of family counseling, individual counseling, I fill out more forms than there are trees in the world, I attend child protection conference, reviews of looked after (those in foster care) children, and I fill out adoption paperwork.
The kids on my caseload don't leave my desk unless the case is closed, they die, or they hit age 16 then they move on to Leaving & After Care Team. I could technically have my newborn for the next 16 years.
2. The roommate is ok...I have seen her twice since Sunday. She did ask me to bring her back some extra virgin olive oil. Do you know that it is so cheap to travel that literally she grocery shops in different countries. Mustard from France, Oil from Italy, Peas from Spain...
Sheesh...I going to get a man from Italy, my underwear from Germany, get high in Amsterdam, get my hair done in Africa....
LOL!
To answer some questions:
1. My job is very stressful and I have tried not to talk about it too much on this blog. Certain things that happen at work have a way of emotionally spilling over elsewhere. Isn't that always the case working in social services. I do enjoy my job, however it is not something that I could do long-term. I am gaining an overwhelming amount of experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. I currently work on a team that is comprised of Brits, Americans and South Africans. Our clients come from 1 of 3 geographic locations in the town. The social problems that we have to deal with at home are the same here, difference being is the way in which the govt. attempts to alleviate the problems. It is well known that govts. do not focus on the systemic social problems, but deal with the outcome of the social problem that is a part of vicious cycle.
My job encompasses a little bit of everything. I do home visits/initial assessments when a child abuse referral comes in, I have been to court fighting for my newborn to remain in foster care for the moment (until mom gets her shit together), I conduct core assessments of the family functioning/parenting capacity, I go a little bit of family counseling, individual counseling, I fill out more forms than there are trees in the world, I attend child protection conference, reviews of looked after (those in foster care) children, and I fill out adoption paperwork.
The kids on my caseload don't leave my desk unless the case is closed, they die, or they hit age 16 then they move on to Leaving & After Care Team. I could technically have my newborn for the next 16 years.
2. The roommate is ok...I have seen her twice since Sunday. She did ask me to bring her back some extra virgin olive oil. Do you know that it is so cheap to travel that literally she grocery shops in different countries. Mustard from France, Oil from Italy, Peas from Spain...
Sheesh...I going to get a man from Italy, my underwear from Germany, get high in Amsterdam, get my hair done in Africa....
LOL!
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Monday, October 23, 2006
Well, I stuck to my itinerary. The Vagina Monologues was cool, however I was bit disappointed. It was funny, but there were moments where I forgot to laugh. The monologues included stories from women: ashamed of their vaginas, that did not have a clue where it was located/had never seen it, no orgasms to triple orgasms, genital mutilation/crimes against humanity, and one about a man named BoB ( I need a BoB!!!).
I spend my Saturday watching movies with Leanne (another recruited American). It was nice to just sit around and chill out. I watched Freedomland with Samuel Jackson and some movie about a chick that gets married later falls in love with a woman.
I DROVE INTO LONDON!!!!! I drove all the way from Bishop Strotford to Clapham which took about an hour. I made it within a mile of my destination before I got lost. The London traffic on a Saturday night was not all that bad and was reminiscent of driving around downtown Los Angeles or Houston. We (Lynn, her german guy, Christy, Simona, Valentina, and two others) went club hopping. I saved seats in the first place and got all sweaty in the second place. Yes, I danced. Honestly, I have danced more in this country that I have on a normal basis in the States.
Moving Day:
After getting lost several times trying to get the hell out of London, I finally made it to my new place. The chick I am staying with is a bit anal retentive and admits to having a little OCD. The trip is that she is so short (4'11 or maybe shorter) that she is quite comfortable moving around the house, whereas I have to keep watching out for shit, praying that I don't injure body parts. She seems laid back and even bought me chocolate ice cream.
***I will be emailing out the address and phone numbers by tomorrow.
Tonight I am off to a Salsa class. It seems that salsa dancing is the rage out here and the musical equivalent of speed dating. In the class there are no set partners, you just keeping switching. So there it is a good opportunity to meet men. Yes, I made sure to check the class out ahead of time and there is a good group of men.
To all of yall that I called last night and got an answering machine...yall suck as friends. Pick up your damn phones. I am international baby...
Hehehehehehe
I spend my Saturday watching movies with Leanne (another recruited American). It was nice to just sit around and chill out. I watched Freedomland with Samuel Jackson and some movie about a chick that gets married later falls in love with a woman.
I DROVE INTO LONDON!!!!! I drove all the way from Bishop Strotford to Clapham which took about an hour. I made it within a mile of my destination before I got lost. The London traffic on a Saturday night was not all that bad and was reminiscent of driving around downtown Los Angeles or Houston. We (Lynn, her german guy, Christy, Simona, Valentina, and two others) went club hopping. I saved seats in the first place and got all sweaty in the second place. Yes, I danced. Honestly, I have danced more in this country that I have on a normal basis in the States.
Moving Day:
After getting lost several times trying to get the hell out of London, I finally made it to my new place. The chick I am staying with is a bit anal retentive and admits to having a little OCD. The trip is that she is so short (4'11 or maybe shorter) that she is quite comfortable moving around the house, whereas I have to keep watching out for shit, praying that I don't injure body parts. She seems laid back and even bought me chocolate ice cream.
***I will be emailing out the address and phone numbers by tomorrow.
Tonight I am off to a Salsa class. It seems that salsa dancing is the rage out here and the musical equivalent of speed dating. In the class there are no set partners, you just keeping switching. So there it is a good opportunity to meet men. Yes, I made sure to check the class out ahead of time and there is a good group of men.
To all of yall that I called last night and got an answering machine...yall suck as friends. Pick up your damn phones. I am international baby...
Hehehehehehe
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Friday, October 20, 2006
I feel like I am constantly doing a disservice when I say that I going to do something and then I show up about a week later with really nothing to report. Well, dammit this weekend is going to happen and I am going to detail my plans.
Here we go...
I have every intention of going to see the Vagina Monologues for the first time tonight. My co-workers are all a twitter about the title of the theatre production...everytime I turned around I had to give an unintelligent explanation about something that I have heard mentioned infrequently in the States. It is a big to do in the States...hot shot Hollywood starlets and out of daters come out and perform with the show. I think I am about to be in for a whole lot of talk about the trouble vaginas can get themselves in and out of. Quite Interesting!
I plan to go into London sometime on Saturday. I don't know when...maybe morning but definitely there for the evening. I plan to meet up with Lynn's friends again and go shake a tail feather. Lynn and the German guy are going well, in fact she keeps telling me how much she likes him...winning personality...income nowhere near the red...sexually dude is good...however he is not all that attractive. Don't ya just hate it when that happens.
On Sunday I will be moving into my new flat which is near a London tube line and it is less than 20 miles away. I was living 40 miles away. It will take me 30 minutes to get to work, instead of my usual 5 minutes. Ugh!!!! Up side is that I am getting closer to London. That is definitely a plus. I am moving in with a Black British chick with extended family in New York. Yo Yo Bronx...what up...Brooklynnnn Zooooo!!!! I know Corinna is counting down the amount of time before this flatmate shit blows up. Be positive Corinna...I lived with a Yugoslavian woman for two months.
So hope yall have a good weekend I will be back.
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Saturday, October 14, 2006
I think the truly interesting thing about living in the UK is the freedom to move from one country to another. In the States it felt like a chore trying to plan a trip to a different state, let alone a different country. For all the Californians...going to Vegas is not a chore and may feel like you haven't left California. Let's be honest with ourselves...though 5-6 hours away Vegas is in Nevada.
Last weekend, I was sitting in the car with Lynn...when she so casually asked if I wanted to go to Rome for Halloween. I quickly said yes, but continued throughout the day to exclaim...Wow, we're going to Rome and I live in England! I am floored that the flight there and back will cost roughly £40=$80. So the new travel plans for the year will include...Rome for Halloween, Spain for Christmas, Edingburgh for New Year's (we heard they throw the biggest party in Scotland), and Amsterdam for Feb. or Mar of '07. Wheeee!
So here is your weekend update...look for pictures by email
1. Lynn and I traveled into London by tube last Saturday to Clapham. We visited one of her friends who has a first and last name that causes you to same them together during introductions, 'Hi this is John Douglas'...instead of 'Hi this is John.' Lynn's friend Christie is (I believe) a midwestern chick that lived in Cali and attended USC and UCLA. Christie lives in a flatshare with a German guy that owns the place and another chick from Italy. The flat is absolutely gorgeous...very trendy. The living room was filled with plants and had the feel of a rainforest. They even had a rooftop area to sit out and have barbeques. To be real BBQ's are not what Londoners do...they watch futbol/football (soccer) matches and drink or invite other trendy folks over to drink.
2. We later went to an Indian restaurant that will only serve you water as a beverage, which means that any soda or liquor you want...needs to be purchased elsewhere and can be imbibed in the restaurant. Yall remember Seinfeld's episode with the Soup Nazi...that was the vibe of this place. I sat around a table surrounded by people from varying backgrounds and countries. 3 Americans, 3 Brits, 2 New Zealanders (aka Kiwis), 2 Italians, 1 German (wannabe English), and 2 Brazilians. ***Sorry can't get these pics off my cellphone.
3. I met a shero (female hero) in one Italian chick, Valencia. Valencia showed up to dinner wearing a cute brown dress with animal print shoes. When we left, she went to her mo-ped and put on a pair of sweats and a helmet and rode out to the next venue. The chick did not miss a beat...truly a trendy Londoner.
3. Disclaimer...this blog is not about the sexual adventures of Lynn, she just happens to do too much. Lynn hooked with the German guy (Stephan) and let us just say that she pulled a disappearing act in the pub/club (Medicine Man) we went to. Lynn has determined that she is a bit interested in Mr. German guy and will continue to canoodle with him. She also met another guy that night with the same name as Mr. German guy (aka Stephan), that would not leave her alone, even after seeing her with Mr. German guy. I as usual played match maker for Valencia...turned out the guy was married. Bummer.
4. Jackie!!!! I had sushi at a very cute restaurant. The tables were low to the ground and your feet hung underneath the table into a hole. Okay...please remember the little things in life bring me joy.
Romantic Update:
I have been spending time with Big D. and have nothing to report, other than his company has been laid back. He is still reserved. British men...
British words learned:
1. dummy- a child's pacifier
2. slag- a loose woman
3. trainers- tennis shoes or sneakers
This weekend... driving into London. Do you know that you have to pay a £8 congestion fee to drive into London. Also, there is a belief (among british folks) that England restricts the number of people that drive by making it unbelieveably hard to pass the driving test. Think...3 point turns on the slope of a hill on a small street.
Last weekend, I was sitting in the car with Lynn...when she so casually asked if I wanted to go to Rome for Halloween. I quickly said yes, but continued throughout the day to exclaim...Wow, we're going to Rome and I live in England! I am floored that the flight there and back will cost roughly £40=$80. So the new travel plans for the year will include...Rome for Halloween, Spain for Christmas, Edingburgh for New Year's (we heard they throw the biggest party in Scotland), and Amsterdam for Feb. or Mar of '07. Wheeee!
So here is your weekend update...look for pictures by email
1. Lynn and I traveled into London by tube last Saturday to Clapham. We visited one of her friends who has a first and last name that causes you to same them together during introductions, 'Hi this is John Douglas'...instead of 'Hi this is John.' Lynn's friend Christie is (I believe) a midwestern chick that lived in Cali and attended USC and UCLA. Christie lives in a flatshare with a German guy that owns the place and another chick from Italy. The flat is absolutely gorgeous...very trendy. The living room was filled with plants and had the feel of a rainforest. They even had a rooftop area to sit out and have barbeques. To be real BBQ's are not what Londoners do...they watch futbol/football (soccer) matches and drink or invite other trendy folks over to drink.
2. We later went to an Indian restaurant that will only serve you water as a beverage, which means that any soda or liquor you want...needs to be purchased elsewhere and can be imbibed in the restaurant. Yall remember Seinfeld's episode with the Soup Nazi...that was the vibe of this place. I sat around a table surrounded by people from varying backgrounds and countries. 3 Americans, 3 Brits, 2 New Zealanders (aka Kiwis), 2 Italians, 1 German (wannabe English), and 2 Brazilians. ***Sorry can't get these pics off my cellphone.
3. I met a shero (female hero) in one Italian chick, Valencia. Valencia showed up to dinner wearing a cute brown dress with animal print shoes. When we left, she went to her mo-ped and put on a pair of sweats and a helmet and rode out to the next venue. The chick did not miss a beat...truly a trendy Londoner.
3. Disclaimer...this blog is not about the sexual adventures of Lynn, she just happens to do too much. Lynn hooked with the German guy (Stephan) and let us just say that she pulled a disappearing act in the pub/club (Medicine Man) we went to. Lynn has determined that she is a bit interested in Mr. German guy and will continue to canoodle with him. She also met another guy that night with the same name as Mr. German guy (aka Stephan), that would not leave her alone, even after seeing her with Mr. German guy. I as usual played match maker for Valencia...turned out the guy was married. Bummer.
4. Jackie!!!! I had sushi at a very cute restaurant. The tables were low to the ground and your feet hung underneath the table into a hole. Okay...please remember the little things in life bring me joy.
Romantic Update:
I have been spending time with Big D. and have nothing to report, other than his company has been laid back. He is still reserved. British men...
British words learned:
1. dummy- a child's pacifier
2. slag- a loose woman
3. trainers- tennis shoes or sneakers
This weekend... driving into London. Do you know that you have to pay a £8 congestion fee to drive into London. Also, there is a belief (among british folks) that England restricts the number of people that drive by making it unbelieveably hard to pass the driving test. Think...3 point turns on the slope of a hill on a small street.
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
In this country social workers are termed babysnatchers.
I took a 7 day old baby from the arms of its screaming mother yesterday. I talked softly to the baby while driving him to his new placement. I told him to forget. I asked him to forgive his mother. I wished out loud that he would not blame me.
All this may seem a bit loopy...talking to a baby who will not remember the events of the day or the conversation he had with his new social worker.
It was my catharsis.
I took a 7 day old baby from the arms of its screaming mother yesterday. I talked softly to the baby while driving him to his new placement. I told him to forget. I asked him to forgive his mother. I wished out loud that he would not blame me.
All this may seem a bit loopy...talking to a baby who will not remember the events of the day or the conversation he had with his new social worker.
It was my catharsis.
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Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wow...took me long enough. I ventured out to Rochford which is about 30 minutes from where I unfortunately call home to enjoy the company of Big D. We went out to Southend (can't get away from the place) to play pool. British pool is a bit different than American pool: the balls are smaller and lighter, the balls only come in two colors, and the table is smaller. Big D beat me on the American table, but I wiped the floor with him on the British table without even having to cheat (so amazing!). We played one game of air hockey and he was slaughtered 7-2. We both left agreeing that we hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Our cheeks were hurting and smiling became a chore. We ended up at a semi-upscale pub and sat on some comfy settees (see definition below) and talked about racism, relationships, his family, traveling, and the Lynns (his lynn swapped spit with my lynn and then some). We ended up back at his place and under the covers of his king size bed. Hmmmm.....get your minds out the gutter. It was really late once we got back so I spent the night at his house in his bed, while he slept on his settee.
Big D's list of qualifications:
1. Lives alone in his own flat
2. Works as a counselor
3. In school to become a dentist. Which is big £ if you seen some of these folks teeth. The national health coverage does not include dental visits.
4. He cooks...garlic chicken
Big D's hmmms...
1. Kind of young- 22
2. Car has been in the shop for the last two weeks. Does it exist?
3. Likes to blast his bass, however he digs classical music
4. Maybe I am just fast in the ass...but no first date kiss. Maybe he is like Matt's friend who is reserved (the one that I have been swapping spit with in the clubs in Chelmsford. He is to be further known as Mr. Reserved).
Okay I just realized #4 does not make any sense. Mr. Reserved tongued me up in a club twice...so how reserved can he really be?
British Expressions:
1. he is as straight as a roundabout- used in reference to a man that is actually gay
2. at the end of the day- My clients use this more than anyone else. 'It does not matter what you say, at the end of the day it is all about me taking care of my child'
3. done and dusted- another way of saying that something is finished. 'Those reports are done and dusted'
4. proper blinding- generally means good. Big D said this in reference to a club. 'You should have been there, it was proper blinding'
British Words Learned:
1. Agro- Aggravated
2. humps (pronounced 'umps')- irritated, upset 'My tyre went flat. I've got the humps.'
3. settee (pronouced 'set e')- couch
Big D's list of qualifications:
1. Lives alone in his own flat
2. Works as a counselor
3. In school to become a dentist. Which is big £ if you seen some of these folks teeth. The national health coverage does not include dental visits.
4. He cooks...garlic chicken
Big D's hmmms...
1. Kind of young- 22
2. Car has been in the shop for the last two weeks. Does it exist?
3. Likes to blast his bass, however he digs classical music
4. Maybe I am just fast in the ass...but no first date kiss. Maybe he is like Matt's friend who is reserved (the one that I have been swapping spit with in the clubs in Chelmsford. He is to be further known as Mr. Reserved).
Okay I just realized #4 does not make any sense. Mr. Reserved tongued me up in a club twice...so how reserved can he really be?
British Expressions:
1. he is as straight as a roundabout- used in reference to a man that is actually gay
2. at the end of the day- My clients use this more than anyone else. 'It does not matter what you say, at the end of the day it is all about me taking care of my child'
3. done and dusted- another way of saying that something is finished. 'Those reports are done and dusted'
4. proper blinding- generally means good. Big D said this in reference to a club. 'You should have been there, it was proper blinding'
British Words Learned:
1. Agro- Aggravated
2. humps (pronounced 'umps')- irritated, upset 'My tyre went flat. I've got the humps.'
3. settee (pronouced 'set e')- couch
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So my wonderfully inspirational friend Meg send an email in response to my melodramaticism or my pity party. ***Meg don't be mad*** I decided to share it with all of you as an a open window into why I love all my friends.
I love you + realize that for all the bustle and newness of learning how to find your way around
and learn how to speak a new lingo -
no matter how lovely London can be....
it can also be lonely at times -
not lonely for wanting to be with people -
that is a situation that you of all us will never be in -
but the challenge of being authentically you - when you are not surrounded by the people
who love you and know you is sometimes lonely
and it doesn't matter that you are already one of the most authentic people I know -
hang in their - and remember - travel is called my favorite soul food for a reason -
it nurtures us and nudges us to grow - and stay alive !!
love you -
maybe this weekend is time for a drive out of the country to France ?
the french men are so flirty - you will love them - no... they will love you !!!
though Italians are pretty wonderful as well -
xox Meg-
Yall (especially Pashun, Kelly & Meg) have a hard time following directions! I guess that is what makes you my friends. Ugh...I feel the mushiness coming back.
I love you + realize that for all the bustle and newness of learning how to find your way around
and learn how to speak a new lingo -
no matter how lovely London can be....
it can also be lonely at times -
not lonely for wanting to be with people -
that is a situation that you of all us will never be in -
but the challenge of being authentically you - when you are not surrounded by the people
who love you and know you is sometimes lonely
and it doesn't matter that you are already one of the most authentic people I know -
hang in their - and remember - travel is called my favorite soul food for a reason -
it nurtures us and nudges us to grow - and stay alive !!
love you -
maybe this weekend is time for a drive out of the country to France ?
the french men are so flirty - you will love them - no... they will love you !!!
though Italians are pretty wonderful as well -
xox Meg-
Yall (especially Pashun, Kelly & Meg) have a hard time following directions! I guess that is what makes you my friends. Ugh...I feel the mushiness coming back.
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Sunday, October 01, 2006
So over the last couple of weeks I have moving around a bit. I wanted to really go indepth and keep yall up to date, but I am not really in the mood. Here is the short version...
Last weekend:
1. Went back to TALK in Southend with Lynn and had a good time.
2. Lynn ended up getting surrounded on the dance floor by two guys and a girl from Zimbawe. Lynn is what you would consider to be a try-sexual. Needless to say she spent the rest of the evening swapping spit with the girl who is her namesake.
3. I met a bloke named Darlington (isn't that quaint) that I have been playing phone tag with over the last week. He is a counselor and is about 22yr old. I likkee the youngsters.
Midweek:
1. Ended up in Chelmsford with Matt (coworker) and Shona (his girlfriend). I found Yates (pub) and Ancient Nights (a cocktail bar) in which long island ice teas flow with ease. Finally!!!! I drank Matt under the table. He had 5 five long islands not realizing they have 5 shots a piece in each drink.
2. Found a guy in Yates for Lynn. Handsome bloke, but only problem is, he is 20. He has some ex-girlfriend in another country, visa expired, left, broke up, needed closure went back, came back an alcoholic, seems he feels better now.
This weekend:
1. Went out to Yates in Chemlsford, so Lynn could meet the bloke I wanted to hook her up with. She thought he was ok, until big mouth Matt let out that he was 20. Lynn went into 'he's too young' mode and is still bit wary, eventhough he gave me his number to give to her.
2. Swapped spit with my reserved British bloke again. He appears to be interested in the whole dating thing. I told him I would wait for him...take it at his pace. Don't want to scare the guy.
3. Lynn got some tongue action from one of Matt's friends, who did not know how to light her fire. Too bad...women can be such finicky creatures.
3. Sat on a couch Saturday and Sunday, with the American girls in Harlow (Becky, Bonnie, Leanne) and Lynn. Watched the complete 2nd season of Grey's Anatomy. I am in love with Dr. McDreamy, Plastic McSteamy, Dr. Burke, Meredith and the rest of the gang. I am Dr. Bailey's protege!
4. Drama did ensue in the house. It seems women can be a bit cranky with no sleep. Ugh with the attitudes. I chin check myself first.
So Ms. Pashun you have been updated. Hope your happy. Miss yall.
I think I will post again next weekend. I have been in the slumps personally.
You ever get tired of being in your body?
(P.S. do not sent any sappy ass responses. No cheer up shit).
Last weekend:
1. Went back to TALK in Southend with Lynn and had a good time.
2. Lynn ended up getting surrounded on the dance floor by two guys and a girl from Zimbawe. Lynn is what you would consider to be a try-sexual. Needless to say she spent the rest of the evening swapping spit with the girl who is her namesake.
3. I met a bloke named Darlington (isn't that quaint) that I have been playing phone tag with over the last week. He is a counselor and is about 22yr old. I likkee the youngsters.
Midweek:
1. Ended up in Chelmsford with Matt (coworker) and Shona (his girlfriend). I found Yates (pub) and Ancient Nights (a cocktail bar) in which long island ice teas flow with ease. Finally!!!! I drank Matt under the table. He had 5 five long islands not realizing they have 5 shots a piece in each drink.
2. Found a guy in Yates for Lynn. Handsome bloke, but only problem is, he is 20. He has some ex-girlfriend in another country, visa expired, left, broke up, needed closure went back, came back an alcoholic, seems he feels better now.
This weekend:
1. Went out to Yates in Chemlsford, so Lynn could meet the bloke I wanted to hook her up with. She thought he was ok, until big mouth Matt let out that he was 20. Lynn went into 'he's too young' mode and is still bit wary, eventhough he gave me his number to give to her.
2. Swapped spit with my reserved British bloke again. He appears to be interested in the whole dating thing. I told him I would wait for him...take it at his pace. Don't want to scare the guy.
3. Lynn got some tongue action from one of Matt's friends, who did not know how to light her fire. Too bad...women can be such finicky creatures.
3. Sat on a couch Saturday and Sunday, with the American girls in Harlow (Becky, Bonnie, Leanne) and Lynn. Watched the complete 2nd season of Grey's Anatomy. I am in love with Dr. McDreamy, Plastic McSteamy, Dr. Burke, Meredith and the rest of the gang. I am Dr. Bailey's protege!
4. Drama did ensue in the house. It seems women can be a bit cranky with no sleep. Ugh with the attitudes. I chin check myself first.
So Ms. Pashun you have been updated. Hope your happy. Miss yall.
I think I will post again next weekend. I have been in the slumps personally.
You ever get tired of being in your body?
(P.S. do not sent any sappy ass responses. No cheer up shit).
posted by ReJoYcE at 8:16 pm |
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