"well, at least i'm not asking you to laminate again!"
That is the conversation that Lynette and I have every day. Lynette is the ayatolla of st. swithuns resources and i'm her go to girl when the work starts to pile up.
I'm currently sitting in the resources room waiting for the mammoth of a photocopier to finish printing off job number 7 of today. Eight 30-page booklets on light yellow paper, double sided, whole punched, not stapled.
I've decided to fill you in on London. Christmas break was Scotland, Spain, France, London/Rickmansworth. We arrived in England on the night of the second and spent the next day or so recouping from our adventures. my birthday was really low key which i spent with kelly and katrin. we went out the next night on the 5th to London's Ice Bar. Yes, this is literally a bar made of ice. well, an ice room, rather. the chairs are ice, the walls are ice, the glasses are made of ice - it's crazy cold too! but they give you these brilliant silver poncho things with fur hats and arctic trek gloves, so it's pretty cozy, aside from your feet... it's was really fun and the lot of us had a great time, except for the little bit about us missing the last train home and having to taxi from harrow-on-the-hill. but it was only 25 quid between the 5 of us, so it could've been worse.
I went home saturday morning and spent the weekend cleaning my flat, dancing to the sweet sounds of justin timberlake and sean paul, watching movies and washing every item of clothing i own. believe it or not, this was relaxing compared to the madness of the prior three weeks. monday night, however, was back to the madness. kelly, katrin and i went out for my birthday present. kelly bought me tickets to see Chicago on the west end.
That is the conversation that Lynette and I have every day. Lynette is the ayatolla of st. swithuns resources and i'm her go to girl when the work starts to pile up.
I'm currently sitting in the resources room waiting for the mammoth of a photocopier to finish printing off job number 7 of today. Eight 30-page booklets on light yellow paper, double sided, whole punched, not stapled.
I've decided to fill you in on London. Christmas break was Scotland, Spain, France, London/Rickmansworth. We arrived in England on the night of the second and spent the next day or so recouping from our adventures. my birthday was really low key which i spent with kelly and katrin. we went out the next night on the 5th to London's Ice Bar. Yes, this is literally a bar made of ice. well, an ice room, rather. the chairs are ice, the walls are ice, the glasses are made of ice - it's crazy cold too! but they give you these brilliant silver poncho things with fur hats and arctic trek gloves, so it's pretty cozy, aside from your feet... it's was really fun and the lot of us had a great time, except for the little bit about us missing the last train home and having to taxi from harrow-on-the-hill. but it was only 25 quid between the 5 of us, so it could've been worse.
I went home saturday morning and spent the weekend cleaning my flat, dancing to the sweet sounds of justin timberlake and sean paul, watching movies and washing every item of clothing i own. believe it or not, this was relaxing compared to the madness of the prior three weeks. monday night, however, was back to the madness. kelly, katrin and i went out for my birthday present. kelly bought me tickets to see Chicago on the west end.
we also had supper at Porter's restaurant before the show. it was so much fun. my recommendation of the week is to come to london and see this show. it'll pretty much blow your mind.
then, the most glorious thing happened. i was heading home, waiting for the train at the undergroud, passing the time by looking at the big ass posters everywhere. (this is the good part) i see a sign. it's justin timberlake. futuresex/lovesounds. i get all giddy. then i realize that it's not promoting the cd. it's promoting the tour. the tour that's coming to london in july! the tour that's coming to london in july BEFORE i go home.
he's bringin' sexyback.
HOLLA! so, it's been decided, written in stone and spit-hand-shaked on that we're going. my life is very soon to be complete.
best birthday ever? pretty much.
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