Nottinghill ?

Looking for flats has proven itself to be quite the undertaking. after yesterday's long and disappointing day we were left quite tired and quite upset with the results of our endeavors. But this morning as the sun popped through the gray clouds a different story was held. the first thing was scheduled appointments with landlords. we had one in notthinghill, one on craven road, and three more later in the afternoon. the first was a shared room £125 /w and the location was none other than Nottinghill. Clanricarde Rd. to be exact (four blocks from Notthinghill gate which all should recognize from the film). Clanricarde was our paradise. ten times better than what was offered the day before and the most for our money considering the location. the flat's no bigger than a dorm room but includes a full kitchen (so it's small, really small) and is on the ground floor (quite appealing considering the staircases here have proven to be much longer and rickety than in the states). the best yet was that our friend stacy (who we met earlier in our stay) can stay on the top floor of the same building-

at last a home! now onto finding jobs. keep this part in your prayers as it is difficult to find jobs here in the uk (as it is everywhere really). i had an interview today for a two week position that paid £1o/h (which is $20 in the states). tomorrow i interview with starbucks at 1, will try to woo them with my extensive coffee knowledge/powress.

in other news: london is amazing, though extravagent (just like everyone told me it would be). we are doing super well on maintaining our wits about us. we may even be considered true brits b/c once we have been asked directions and were able to give them, then we met a man on the bus and then saw him almost two days later in a completely different neighborhood, we have been mooned on the tube, and can say "loo" "quid" and "trousers" without a second thought. i may be even gaining an accent. love it!

kisses to all of you. i miss you terribly,
m.

sleeping on the tube

yesterday spent time in brighton england. a truly enchanting city.

will try to upload pictures soon. am extremely exhausted. much love to you all.

A foggy day in London Town

we are finally here.

i have only a few minutes and so i will be brief. love love love london. cannot get enough of this town but i love it. the beauty of old meets new is so enchanting i want to hang my coat up and stay awhile. full few days ahead and then a weekend trip to brighton for a bank holiday and with the purpose to find a place to live and work, though we are still working that stuff out. i am staying at wakeup London! and it's a simple place full of people like casey and i . rained all day yesterday and now the sun is peeping through the clouds and it's looking beautiful out.

if you have received my emails then you already know that we visited kensington gardens/palace yesterday. it was so lovely. also there was hyde park, the orangery, the sanitarium, statues of queen victoria, and this lovely fountain memorial to princess diana.

i cannot believe i am here. it's still all very new and exciting. the xanga will be updated but rarely. the free access cafe' denies me access to it each time i try to login. but i am sure i will find a place that will allow me to check it.

cheers!

my orange polka dotted umbrella is missing

it's raining and i'm caught up again in the romance of this day. i have become engrossed in a novel and had thoughts to remark on my perculiarity.

par exemple: (that's french )
i laugh out loud. look around to see if anyone is watching me. get teary eyed. am sucked in, sigh out loud. i have to put the book down to grapple with reality (usually in 5 minute spans). get excited. dance around. usually end up falling asleep at least once to the rhythm of dancing words on a page. i am silly really with all of it.

yesterday i admitted to spying on people out loud. i'm not creepy about it. i just am intrigued so i listen in on conversations. get absorbed in their lives. i think lindsey t. understands this.

also got caught up in pummill hall while the storm was going on. this was the first time i have been in academia while storming. i kept my cool regardless of the shivers that kept going down my spine with the thunder. thank God Nicole let us take refuge in her wonderful home/apartment. i think she's lovely. we watched the hallmark channel and talked about poetry, novelists, and cheesy movies. we have a date tonight to watch broken flowers.
in other news: my mom told me that she's moving away from the home we grew up in. bittersweet. but good. she's needs to get away. closer to good hospitals and em can grow up somewhere far away from the small mindedness of perry mo. i enjoyed my home. i enjoyed my childhood (for the most part). but what is more i enjoy my family and what makes them happier makes them stronger. they need to feel happiness. it's been way too long.




currently reading (and caught up in): The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

currently listening : elliot smith

currently drinking : honey latte

The current state of a dandelion garden

to stay on board with my love for "weeds" (rather I prefer herbs) I had remembered that coffee grounds made good fertilizer. So I collected some from work in a cup and then went on a walk with friend, Kevin and friend, Katie to return Serendipity to blockbuster armed with a baggie labeled: for Dandelion Seeds. I collected.

Now I have run into a slight problem that may work itself out. But how would one water coffee grounds? it makes coffee doesn't it? i imagine that i will be fine with a spray bottle of H2O but finding one may be difficult.

It's moving time. It takes me a month to get affairs in order but I am finally getting things finished.

London is exactly one month from today. Take my breath away!

I have a myspace now. haha isn't that the funniest thing. It's really another tribute to dandelions and rosie thomas. i will put it on my links so you can hear $2 shoes anytime you would love to.

i miss you blog. i love you friends.










currently listening to: The Elected (that guy from rilo kiley) Sun Sun Sun

serving size: extra large, thoughts on romancing rains

or not really romance. at least not like the lovely dovely (which all started with a typo and should now transition to universal slang) romance. romance like trees are romantic, old poetry is romantic, the rain is certainly romantic. but i hold that it is not romantic to the point that we should wait for romance to strike us (like lightening) there. okay, moving on.


certainly feeling the weight gain and depressive eating cycle hitting. it's early spring. it's due. usually an awkward season transition keeps me all wound in the wrong direction. but i am not coming unglued like some others in my life (keep those in your hearts please). i will start walking once the rain stops.and moving on.



i am tired of not writing poetry when the moment strikes me. this is funny b/c i do this with the two things i love most. god and poetry. they strike. i hide. it's a full war. i mean i even own camoflauge. wait. did i say that? no, now i really don't own camo. jess does. and i make fun of her for it. she even had camo wedding decor. seriously. moving on.



my currently reading list comprises of two books: real sex by lauren winner and let's go to london, london on a budget, by who-really-cares-anyhow. all that matters is that today in my chapters we respectively discussed: that women are thinking a heck/hell (depending on your political affiliation) of a lot more about sex than a group of specific men believe. sorry bub hate to burst your bubble. while you are lusting after miss chestthesizeofmt.rushmore we women are thinking of the way some guy can turn us on and getting all googlyglop over it. and that the brits love to drink and the most popular pubs are filled well before happy hour. isn't it great? and we're still moving on.

i've talked about "that bad thing that happend a while ago" to some people that i didn't expect to. it's weird letting his agenda unroll and seeing where it goes. i hope . . . well you can fill in the blanks there.

and even though i didn't think we were moving on i wanted to say that if my bro reads this or leah.
the weak are stronger than what we give them credit for. you can choose to live in the sadness (and in the words of the Cameron Crowe, get inside the deep melancholy of this) and cherish it's sadness for a bit. then you can start your take off. taking pictures along the way. don't stay low so long that we begin to miss you. your smile is my addiction. i can't help but think of you as happy. and well i will fly kites for you anytime. pick dandelions and send them in the mail to you any day. and really you ought to dance here. dance in this place and carry off with joy. because goodness is clear and sweet. sorrow is bitter and foggy.and i love you.

Why Men Ought Not Shave Their Legs and Other Silly Spring-Isms

So I was reflecting on my Friday lunch with Miss Kora and we were talking about current spring fashions (since it is now officially spring). Topics mentioned were bare midriffs, cleavage, and skimpy skirts on the female side. Noticing that the men had no place in our conversation we reflected on what men ought to be weary of this spring. Shaved legs, their own, not ours. I have noticed this trend arise slowly throughout the years and wonderously it has skyrocketed. Now it seems as if half of all men on this particular college campus are freshly shaven. This is an absurdity! Kora and I did take into consideration the argument of "velocity" and we have both determined that it is just no excuse. Shaved legs (like pre-menstrual symptoms) are just a part of the female odds and ends, not to be shared with our sexual opposites. And, in a sort of joke from above, after the conversation I ended up behind three men, two of which were freshly shaven. I have decided personally that men with hairy legs are sexy, more masculine. It was quite the intellectual moment (wink wink).


Also on the topic of Spring: isn't it wonderful that these last two days have been marvelous out. I am wearing skirts like there is no tomorrow. Also this spring has been blessed with great music. I haven't reflected enough on the fact that the Denison Witmer show was beautiful and melancholic. Just enough soul to pass around the room and more than enough lullaby's to rock me to sleep for an eternity. Joyous. Pretty/Ugly was even better than I expected (even though I expected quite the best from that ensemble). Nice feeling to be blown out of the water by good friends. Next on the list is the beautiful and also deeply melancholic Rosie Thomas. I can't reflect on her show b/c it is still up-and-coming. April 18th, make it to the Belmonte with enough money for cover ($3) and her new ep (I am sure it is worth it). And if you have never heard of this simply serene siren check out her website (and under albums you can listen to some mp3's) www.rosiethomas.com.