Day of the Thurs.

And so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
...........most of the time
and so it is
another story
no love no glory
no hero is her sky
i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my EYES off of you
I can't take my eeeeyyes off of you
I can't take my eyes....

Seriously, this is a problem. I can't take my eyes off of you. Why don't you step away and see if that helps. Do tap your foot me! - I've already said that I CAN'T take my eyes off of you. Perhaps if you did a little work then we wouldn't have this situation. Fine. I guess I'll just have to stay this way.

I'm an idiot- worse, I'm an american idiot. The sad part is- I don't have a redneck agenda.

It just keeps getting worse, and for that I apologize. I am flawed.
So what's your problem? I shall address this to Dawn, perhaps nick, maybe homeless- but there's no love these days with the homeless (she's got all her teeth, you can't trust her). As for the rest of you meatballs, thanks for emailing me instead of posting... YOU HAVE MISSEDETH THE POINTETH.

I shall go now and spare us all.

Truck Monkey and Blue Hippo

What a weekend. Seriously... what. a. weekend.

So, yes, what shall i speak of on this fine mon day? The sky is bright, the trees are a fresh young green, and the dog-drool webs (like spider webs but with saliva) that Willa has decorated my house with catch the light of the sun with an extra special sparkle.

Yum.

I CANNOT wait to go to Barnes and Noble and get some writing done. I CANNOT WAIT. Caaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot. I'm all hopped up on imagination and it's starting to play with my mind. MY MIND! but what else is new besides my current complete lack of respect for the b in but... i'm sorry, it just didn't need to be capitalized at that juncture.

I have an idea... why don't you thank the maker? I saw that pin a lot this weekend. Along with the tag line of www.thankyougeorge.com - at least that's what my memory is fooling me into believing. It could have been a complete other website. Who knows?

Well, I must take myself away now. Off into the blissful day that awaits me beyond this screen (it'll probably plunk me right down indoors in yet another area, preferably with books and coffee as i have already mentioned).

Nonsense is the bliss that dreams are formed by.
and that, is what they say, is that.

Home again home again, jiggidy jig.

I fell asleep in those airport lounge chairs in Heathrow. When I closed my eyes, i was alone. When I opened 'em I was surrounded by italian men wearing all black and leather jackets. they were staring. i was afraid.

Oy! Mate! what kinda feck'n poy-nt es this, A? Noh qual-idde, dats fer sure.

London is insane. insane people. insane life. insane tourists.

After the play last night this woman hit me in the face with her bag as i walked by. Two guys charged her (i tumbled to the ground) and a police officer showed up. As soon as my arse hit the pavement, i was no longer a part of the scene. Sure, i was the one who got HIT, but it seemed everyone else decided their involvement was more important. I laughed. I thought it was freak'n hilarious!!! so we left the world to deal with the problem of the woman and her bag situation.

So i finally moved computers here at easyeverything. my last one didn't have space-bar control. it was messing with my mind. MY MIND.

I milled around with mom and dadders today, they got tired, so now i'm on my own. ferg was too hung over to move. I'm going to catch up with them again tonight. They're HILARIOUS.

I don't really have anything of interest to report, other than the bag to my face, so perhaps this was a waste of a post. i'm addicted.

ta ta knuckleheads and meatballs.

Friday night and the mood is righ- tired.

Walking in eternal peril would suck.
i've walked all day. and although i loved it, i'm t-t-tired.

ugh.

But yay! So last night, I got "propositioned" by a 50+ year old man with a wedding ring on. Strange. It was in a bar with my parents sitting like a table away. Crrrreepy. What is up with people these days? Lechers everywhere! Last night i saw Nicole Kidman at her premiere of "the interpreter" and this man was standing behind me. I felt him cup my rear, and i was like... that's odd. so i gave him a glare. i thought it was because of the crowd. then he did it again, so i moved slightly, enough to get my rear away. then, as the crowd pushed in, he was back on my bum again, and "happy" as xmas for a kid. Then i felt it. the movement. It was an awful .5 seconds of realization.
so i hipped checked him right in the groin and he groaned "uff" and disappeared.
i feel so used. Why do these people come to me? All the weirdos and randoms seem to seek my out as their queen. I don't understand.

I suppose i should just except that fate and sigh with gratitude. at least i'm appreciated. (wah wah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

okay, well i'm off to the thea-tre for Andrew, you know... Mr. Lloyd Webber's new play. Pum pum pum. With? A herring. No, i mean, my parents.

ciao.

i'm drunk

crappers. i 'm drunk and pissed off at elizabeth. what's new?

she left and dint' say ANYTHING! i was watching this old man, gay stripper strip and making new friends while heckling, and she left. SHE LEFT. i was so pissed. but i still ahd fun. ferg, chris, and i raced to the top of security window fencing 5 times. i won all but ht esixth because i couldnt' compete then... my hands were torn up. but i'm stil the undesputed champion.

then ferg and i decided to climb throough people's yard's bushes... fun at first, then ferg jumped into one and hurt himeself- i jumped into it and fell and skinned myknee. sucker. i t sucked.

they're eating taoast, i'm in elizabeth's roomn. she just got home, but i'm slightly angry she ditcheed me. and all because of the male stripper and texts she got. i never ditched her when HE textged. i miss him. sigh.

Twenty twenty twenty four hours agoooo i want to be sedated.

Nothing to do, no where to goooo, I wanna be sedated....
BY WINE.
yahoooooooooo.
Just checked my email- got some stee-uff done for Star Farms (fingers crossed again). We are low on the cashola (well, eliz and ferg are... and we know MY broke ass situation) so we're drinkin' in tonight. Mmm Mmm.

Dawn... i love ya. Liz.... i love ya. Why do our friends suck? Nick... you're shady (you said it, not me) but i wouldn't trade ya for tapanga any day. I still wanna punch-a-size your face in... but in that not really kinda way.

Where's everyone else? It's shin kickin' time...

If the Wicked are to inherit the earth... there are going to be a lot more bloodied shins around

tomorrow i leave for london. saturday scotland. hopefully i won't be in edinburgh very long- i don't want to run into certain people. the sad part is, i love that town. loooove it.

side, random, off the wall tangent-
disappointment in people sucks.

There are rocks ahead.
if there are we'll all be dead
no more rhymes now i mean it
does anyone want a peanut
agghhhhhh

I've got the rage. THE RAGE. somebody's shins are gonna pay!

Okay, so it takes like 'em ('em is the knew "um") days to get a big post to finally appear! and when i say days, i mean, one... And when i say post- i mean the topic post, not the underscore posts. Those are pretty speedy. I have no complaints with them. It's just those blasted topic posts.

Also, i'm disappointed in the performance blogging level of some of you knuckleheads.... Leave it to the homeless to step up to the plate. And Dawn's uncle. That's two. Two bright spots out of a whole email load of meatballs.

What's up with that? No...really... what IS up with that? Elaborate! Go on... do it!

p.s. Eliz and Ferg are at work, I'm low on cash, and it's night in for me. Poo.

What a load of whoey.

Lying to myself has backfired.

26 is definitely not as cool as I told myself it would be!!!!!!!!!

Perhaps its because i'm in a college city- but everyone looks like they're 12!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh! And today these three welsh/italian (they're accents were blended) guys kept staring at me blatantly at the coffee shop like paparazzi (of course i love that thought) but they were like 50+ and I felt sad.

I suppose I'll give 26 another try. But it only gets one chance! One!!!

Yesterday was fun- except for the moments i thought i was going to DIE. sweet george!!!! or jorge, you decide. Dearest Elizabeth took those sharp turns at 95 on a two lane road that only fit one car!!!!!!!!!! I was white knuckled- and that's huge for me. Landscape was gorg. Gem, if you will. I've taken crappy photos on a disposable so i can post them before i get back (the nice ones will be developed at home).
Last night? Blew monkeys. Big hairy ones. Ferg and Elizabeth did their best though... and they're wonderful in their own unique way (i sound like my 1st grade teacher explaining ME).

Adventures away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some called us the pirates of the road... but that fruitful day, when we- Eliza-Bath (UK friend) and Silly Girl- took the wheel of their tiny ford KA rental car... life would NEVER be the same.

Ahooooooooooooooooy!

it's my burfday. i'm old. and i llllllllllllllike it.

shine on, shine on...

i swear, i'm going to bed soon... just waiting for those last drops of wine to go away

i felt the urge, beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete, oh simple things, where have you gone, i'm getting older and i need something to rely on, so tell me when you're gonna let me in, i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin, i came across a fallen tree, i felt the branches all them looking at me, is this the place, you used to love, is the place that i've been dreaming of? oh simple things, where have you gone, i'm getting older and i need something to rely on, so tell me when you're gonna let me in, i'm getting tired and ineed somewhere to begin, oh have you had a minute why don't we go, talk about it, something only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know, somewhere only we knooooooooow...

and......?

........i'm spent.

One A.M. and I'm A.O.K. and that's another lie.

So, it's like 6 chicago time. I'm wide awake. We didn't go to the bars, but instead had a feast of pizza and 4 bottles of wine, between michael, elizabeth, and myself. yum. They're passed out in the other room.

Nothing overly stellar happened today. Went to city centre- CROWDED! Saw the prince marry camella. yay? I met up with the homeless old man who sings with the fake plastic mic. He saw me and kicked right into "I've got you under my skin"- he knows i love my frankie. We're like so tight.

It was a tad too chilly with a touch or six of rain, so i didn't get to do much people watching. Eliz didn't want to come into town with me because she didn't want to spend money. So... I was... alone. Hermit seems to be a good color on me.

We went to mass tonight, I ate eucharist and Elizabeth went bonkers. It's a catholic church, i'm a protestant. Weird how there is still "rules" about that kind of thing. It was fine back in catholic high school, but apparently not over here. She's got a dash of irish in her and that's a no-no in their book (her mom's from the emerald isle- which oldly believes green in a bad luck color... who knew?) Michael thought that the priest's eyes were going to bore through his soul. He thought the choir was going to break into "loctos dominoos" (aka, that jerk from KS's song... what was damien's real name, dawn?). We stood out. Elizabeth the alcoholic, Michael the "male" lover, and me the heathen protestant. We were like those monkeys "i see no evil, i hear no evil, i speak no evil" monkeys.

My blue boob is stretched out a bit. I think it's time for a blue boob replacement. But can I be so disloyal? I'm heartless. Too bad they cost 15 bucks.

GOOD morning GOOD morning, the little bird said!

I'm tired. it's 11 in the morning and I'm knackered.
Guess what dope ended up going out anyway last night? ugh. We were out FOREVER... but i only had beer, so no Whisky Eileen. I was frightened of what she might do on no sleep, exhaustion, and whisky. So i managed to behave.

Elizabeth was toast (slap some butter on her). I had to manuever her home, she kept walking into walls. we got kebabs and all that (like a middle eastern taco, it's the number one drunk meal here) and i watched third rock to the sun until elizabeth sorted herself out enough that i could go to bed.

looovely.

well- here's to a day of randomness!

Death becomes me

My patience is thin, i am tired, and you can't always get what you want. but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need- sorry elizabeth's music is BLARING in my face and taking over my weak-willed thoughts.

i am weak.

I don't feel social. i'm on 45 minutes of sleep and a LONG LONG period of time traveling. i want to vegetate, but unfortunately can't. i like these people (eliz's co workers) but i am evil now. i want to confuse them with terrible rhetoric and loopy thoughts. i want to channel ron burgandy.

i shall try it.

and it shall be good.
dawn... why aren't we popular anymore?

And I ride in a wolf pack... of one.

What is the "fly...fly away" quote from? It's said kinda freaky (perhaps Ben stiller in dodgeball?). Oh god, it's been killin' me for days... DAYS. It's in a comedy, i just can't remember.

so i'm packed. my undies are clean and lacy. camera, film, books, and toothbrush all in place. glittershoes protected by two sweaters. ulcer with a new wing, like the hand-shaped mansion joey is going to live in with his hand double and phoebe inhabits the thumb (she sells drugs to kids! what? she...sells drugs...to kids!). nerves a boilin'. all a rearin' to go... uuuuuugaaaaaaaaahghgeahgoea.

what mess will I find myself in this trip?

Time, it will tell, yes? yeees?

I'm doomed

What has happened to me?

When did I become such a freak'n girl?

Father of the Bride just ended and I sobbed like a freak'n nancy girl. Last night? I watched Queer eye and sobbed like a nancy boy. I mean... they guy, sniff, he hadn't seen, sniff-sniff, his pop in twenty five years! *sob* Twenty bloody years! And he was like "dad, I've miss ya" and his dad was all like "i'm proud your mine son" and I was like "baaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww". Tears everywhere!

What happened to the girl that used to watch that stuff with mild amusement and a pinch of pity?

Sweet George.

There's that commercial... with the King... and he's just trying to give a hamburger... and everyone just looks at him like he's a stalker... *sob, wail, sputter, slurp, sniff, sob* Why don't they understand him? He's just a king lookin' out for people!

I wish that king was my friend.

And the lies? They have begun

So when I said "Day before the day" what I MEANT was... the day before the day before the day! Because today? Today is the day. The day BEFORE the day, I mean. Ya follow?

If not... get on the path! Je-sus (hey-zus)! Jorge (Whore-hey... or George, your choice)!

Anywho. So yeah, I'm nervous, as I always am about returning. I always worry about falling back in love with the place, so deeply, that once again I skip my flight homeward to stay an undisclosed amount of time, eating cheapo supernoodles (5 whole pence! that's a dime!), contracting scurrrrrrvy, or gaute due to lack of nurtition and overhaul of carbs. And then there's the wrath of a freed Whisky Eileen after being caged for so long. She causes havoc with a capital H. Trouble with a capital T.

Ugh. The fear and love of it all.

Dawn. Why for thou art not answering thy phone? Don't make me stalk you. You know I can!

What a lovely day it is- gloomy clouds and all!

much luv. me.

The day before the day

I'm leaving this harbor for the sea.

I'll lead you upstairs. If you've got no worries, than I've got no cares. I'll...lead you up stairs.

An afternoon of debaaaaaaauchery.

And we can shine!

Great one liners from David Gray songs. Filled with Welsh brogue. And appropriate for me flying away (fly...fly away). When shall I return? That, my dear friends, is the question.