Wednesday, October 18, 2006


I will live in this house and drive an old rusty car that goes 'putt putt', spewing a cloud of exhaust while the engine warms up. I race out of the covered drive-way, emerging through a cloud of smoke - almost running over a gang of Hitler Youth-esque schoolboys in full garb; and, a pregnant woman for good measure.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Too Short Curtains

I may have gotten internship work with the people who make the Itchy guide to London after a feverish emailing spree to where-evers' website I came across. Someone there said they could possibly need me, if I could respond with when I was availible. I have not heard back from them yet so now I am working on a letter saying how fantastic I am and how excited I would be to be alittle bitch and make coffee for any more emails I can find... wouldn't want all my eggs in one basket.

Anyhow, I only got out breifly yesturday and it was to get me some sweet, sweet candy before the store closed. Haribo is my new hero. They have an interesting variety of candies and they are just so fantastic; BUT, like any other variety candy: there is always some shit flavor in every package that I end up eating anyway, then regretting it - usually apple.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Gary, Glitter is Everywhere

Well, well... I don't have any pictures to post at the moment, but I am much behind on what's been the skinny. After much typical university bullshit, I have moved out of the freshman-first time away from mommy-dorms and into a shared 3 bedroom flat in central-east London, Zone 1.

The apartment is rather run-down, no common living area other than the bathroom, kitchen, and an outdoor rooftop patio -though its too damp for that now. My room is probably three times bigger than the dorm room was; with nothing to fill it with, I find myself keeping it messy to feel more lived-in. Other pluses include: living above a sandwich shop and a convenient store and across from fancy office/apartment buildings. I like to lay in bed and watch a half-naked neighbor eating chips across the way, or the stoner sitting and watching TV every night with the occasional visitor. I also like to think that some one could be watching me through my open window as I take a nap mid-day.

I have been on the lookout for under the table jobs - so far working one night promoting for a place called Ghetto: It is easy work but not that many hours, but the £20 I made that night made me feel so good. I spent most of it the next day on a grilled ducks head (unknowingly, but good) and some other tasty mushies at an Indian spot near my new flat.

Bar jobs are the shit jobs here, though I am hoping to find one as it will be good experience when I go back to the states. I'm not too sure how to go about asking places if they would hire an illegal worker, but I imagine there are a good amount of us here.

Life is good so far. Though I feel I am lacking direction already.

To Do:
a) Look for an internship at a magazine/newspaper - photography
b) Make money somehow

Lost In The Early Morning

Attempting to get to the dorms I was placed at somewhere in the boonies of NW London; I got lost after taking the nightbus too far and missing my stop - starting a three hour trek in the wrong direction. But, I did find this cute little hilltop town.
[I can imagine they used to hang people in the town center]

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Playing Tourist


These are the first days in London. Staying in swank South Kensington; being taken out to dinner, going to shows. Man, London is pretty fantastic! But where are all the tall buildings? I mean, I've been to New York City.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Atlanta, GA

The shortstop stay before London...

Atlanta is.... A mystery really at this point. I'm staying with my good friend/ex room mate/whatever's families' house in Woodstock. Basically lounging around and living in comfort. This is good and bad.. I've never been to Atlanta and so far we haven't done any Atlanta-y stuff so I don't feel like I'm getting the full experience although it is nice to have some time off from thoughts=stress of what life is going to be like in London - having to meet new people and seem charming while fighting the urge to just be Mr. Independent discoverer.

oh, and 9/11 anniversary.. Fantastic.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Games you can play with people without them knowing

So... ive been a long time fan of the name game (randomly calling out names in crowded places so to maybe grab the attention of strangers and bullshit a history of how you know them to em or maybe just to say how good they are looking and walk away...)

A new one i have become aware of is the shopping game. at a thrift store, say you are looking through sweaters and somebody else is too, but they are coming towards you. eventually you will haveto meet and one of you will go around the other while one just keeps barreling through the garments. its like a non-naked persons game of chicken without cars or bikes or whatever. the goal of the game is to not be the bitch that hasto move out of the way for some stranger. so if you are looking at clothes and you notice someone is working their way towards you, act aggressive, slide the hangers harder than what's necessary and DON'T look at them, let them think u don't see them or they will know your an asshole and might shiv you. ENJOY!

"I can read your every move..."

"Read this, Bitch!"