giving thanks

I am thankful for the Partonus charm, Innocent smoothies, and thermal underwear.
I am also thankful for cups of hot chocolate, snowfall, and Glee;

on a more serious note, I'm thankful for:
-my family,
-all my new friends that Ive been so fortunate to meet in this brilliant city,
-my friends at home that stand by me and put up with all my crazy,
-all my past friends that have helped shape me into who I am today. they've taught me how to love, how to feel, and how to cry. ive learned more from them than anyone else and I attribute so much of myself to them. Even though we're no longer in touch, I love so many of them and I take them with me everywhere I go.
-the opportunity to live in London and explore not only new parts of the world, but new parts of myself.
-theatre and the purpose it brings me
-and all the little things that make me smile throughout the day.

Thanksgiving away from home is a challenge to say the least. Everyone here is struggling not being home. this morning I was super depressed and cursing out the world. No one should have to go to school til 6, followed by work til 10 on Thanksgiving day.
I was standing outside the tube station and noticed some flurries whiz past my face and my whole day instantly turned around. It reminded me to be thankful of what I have and to try and make the best of my last 3 weeks in London.
Tonight after work, youll find me in the Famous Cock with the bros drinking to all the fantastic things we've experienced in these past few months.
Let Jack Daniels be my turkey substitute.

iAMsterdam

So the kids and I took a 4 day vaycay from Londontown to experience the fine culture of Amsterdam.
after a train, a bus, a 40 min plane, a train, and a real life TROLLEY we arrive in the amazingly bizarre capital of the Netherlands.

Advice to all travelers: Amsterdam is great for 2 days. 4 is plain excessive.
Despite visiting the Heineken brewery, the Van Gogh museum, Bols Museum, and various other sites, the city felt very small.
Its not the prettiest city in all of Europe but its definitely the strangest. Its super tiny, and theres more trolleys than cars and you dont drink coffee in coffee shops, and the ladies that stand in windows run the town. and dont even think about asking for tap water cause they dont have any.
oh, and theres a reason for the stereotype of the freakydeeky Dutch language "fleegen floggen flugen fleegen." it ACTUALLY sounds like that.

I did find some pretty epic shoes, tho! Gagalicious. I love the ones with the vertebrae.

The fashion was surprisingly amazing. It all felt so much more modern than the Victorian feel of London fashion. After not having coffee in a coffee shop, I went wild in an H&M and bought everything in site. Such awesome product.

But all you really need for a good time is the two crazy cats that are in the proceeding videos.
 First: an audio of how wild Jillian is, backed by the evocative images of puppies and such.

I've been possessed by the spirit of Jillian's dog. I've embodied Stella and actively keep Jillian warm at night just as Stella would.

and finally, another fine performance by Jillian Waldron.

VLOG!

Throwing myself off a cliff and living to speak about it...

My friends and I booked a trip to Wales to go cliff diving. What ever possessed us to do that? I have no idea. BUT, its been my favorite thing that I've done so far.

6 hour train ride, and several treat trolly's later ("Want anything from the trolley my dear? Ill take the lot!") we arrive in Haverfordwest, which none of us still can pronounce.

Let me start off by saying, Welsh is an interesting language. The letters and the words dont correlate in the slightest bit. There's just too many consonants. But my Scandinavian streetwalker friend, Jill, fit right in. It sounded like her native language.

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