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]