city sidewalks, busy sidewalks.

portobello market.

churros & chocolate for lunch.

a good saturday had by all.

art.

so far, the victoria & albert museum is my favorite.

 

“i would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous.”

- queen victoria

miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles.

HERE is my travel schedule. 

march 9-11 paris

march 13-16 madrid

march 22 brighton

march 28-30 vienna

april 4-5 stratford-upon-avon

april 10-13 barcelona

april 18-19 manchester

april 29-may 4 rome and florence

guys. i'm insane.

i love europe. so much.

i know there's something to see. i hear it calling to me every night now, with an anxious sound that makes my blood pound. as we drive down, what were names on a map will gather all around, waiting to be found. if you say yes, we could leave, we could go. we won't know what awaits us in those distant lights unless you say yes, so say yes, because now our only fear should be what happens if we just stay here. the one am radio

ireland sober is ireland stiff.

so okay.

things have been cruising along here. i'm quickly filling my calendar with many many wonderful dates and to-do, amidst loving, laboring, and losing my mind at all of the things i have to do on a daily basis. today is friday, and i will be spending my evening IN, writing a paper (or just starting.. let's be real) that's due next friday for my art in london class. however, because i have a special someone dropping by for a bit on thursday, i want to finish by tuesday. which requires me to sacrifice some of my weekend, which i'm okay with. now, to choose a topic..

before i do all of that boring business, i should share with all of you the stories of my travels. last weekend, tommy, nathaniel, maggie & i hopped a legoplane to DUBLIN, and spent the weekend walking, drinking, and making friends with the greener side of the united kingdom. friday night, after a long long week of muddling our way through some new classes, discovering the stanstead express, and a rather short plane ride, we arrived in dublintown. our hostel was actually very nice. we were put in a 6-person room, however, with some roommates. one was a chill kid about our age, and one was a creepy older dude who didn't speak to anyone, slept in his clothes and SNORED. we went out a-drinking, and saw the gorgeous green glow of the liffey at night. i paid entirely too much for a cocktail, and we jammed to some decidedly american hits before settling in for the evening.

saturday we were up early to see the collegiate cobblestones of trinity college. after marveling at the sheer GREEN-ness of everything, we explored the famous library.

saw 'the book of kells,' a bible from the year 800 and checked out the exhibit on the history of the detective story cleverly entitled "the body in the library." obviously my favorite. lunch, then shopping at george's st. arcade, an indoor/open air market with loads of bookshops, boutiques and record shops. i bought joni mitchell, obviously. 

we wandered forever to find the guinness storehouse, a mecca for the beer-drinking population, though not the most thrilling afternoon for me. i do not like beer and therefore, was underwhelmed. but i was a good sport and gave tommy the free pint that came with my

admission. however, after hour 4 i was getting antsy. though i did learn this fun fact: the guinness beer company is also responsible for the guinness book of world records. so that's cool. they had some copies in the gift shop. the most expensive ice cream sundae is sold at serendipity in NYC. it's $25,000 and comes in a diamond encrusted bowl. birthday?

exhausted and hungry, we settled for rick's burgers (so massive. so good.) and then went out drinking at ireland's oldest pub, the brazen head. there, we got into a rousing discussion of american life, london life and the country of origin of various movie stars with the boys sitting at the table next to us. two londoners and their australian friend, jamie, nicky & drew became our companions for the evening. we found another bar in the temple bar area with them, and became fast friends. 

as we were waiting on the corner, tommy dragged me over to a frightening street performer that i dubbed "creepy box guy." the man had scary wannabe-nosferatu makeup on and was standing on this small plastic stool, freezing in various poses, making creepy faces. every time some drunk girl would stumble up to give him money at her boyfriend's behest, he would hop on his box and change positions, thoroughly startling the victim. i caught onto his game rather quickly, but was NOT PLEASED when forced to take part. so yeah. creepy box guy. night out on dublin, everybody.

sunday saw us finally discovering the beauty of st. stephen's green park, a gorgeous spot where they used to have public hangings. typical. 

we played around in the gazebos for awhile, posed with statues and marveled at the already blooming flowers. so we wandered allll the way across the city to the kilmainham gaol (pronounced "jail") and took a tour. the place literally looked like shawshank, without james whitmore and his little crow. it was huge and chock-full of irish history. very bloody. very viscous. we took turns locking ourselves in cells and taking pictures through the guard's peephole. that's what the whole prison was based on - supervision. so yeah. that was cool. 

here's me in a prison cell. obviously gazing out the window. 

after finding out the beauties of irish incarceration we headed back over to dublin castle, in the center of the city. it's not really a castle, more of a palace/statehouse. but it's where a 13th-century castle once stood. so there's that. we got to see the table where bill clinton solved the ireland crisis. and the "bedroom" where margaret thatcher stayed. creepy. after a giant italian dinner and some line learning at the hostel, we were out of dublin in a pre-dawn cab on monday morning. 

we hung out at the airport, doing a lot of this: 

that is, sleeping and reading 'watchmen.' i finished it, by the way, as i'm sure william, seth & all of my comic book (excuse me.. graphic novel)- loving fans will be pleased to know. and as of writing, i have booked 4 tickets for seth, maggie, maggie's boyfriend mike & myself to see the film on march 7. at the theatre where they had the premiere last week! tight.

okay so yeah. the rest of the week floated by without much incident. tuesday was the victoria & albert museum for my 'art in london' class, where i had to do an oral report on a very extravagant bed. we also saw a very extravagant sculpture of a dog. very educational, these trips. all this was followed by a delicious dinner on the south bank, roses & chelsea. wednesday, thursday & today were all epically long days at RADA, with hours and hours of love's labor's lost rehearsal. it's a blast, though. i love our cast, our director is adorable, and the 5-year old inside me jumps for joy every time i look down at the script and it says PRINCESS next to my lines.

so spring break begins one week from today. which means seth will be here in 5 DAYS. holycrap. boyfriend in europe. it's going to be incredible!

the weekend outlook is fair, with a side of exciting. maggie & i plan on going to portobello road market tomorrow, as i would like to pick up a few things. and i don't feel like i've done quite enough damage to my bank account this week. tomorrow night we're all celebrating doug's fake birthday (he's a leap year baby, so he's technically 5 years old) and sunday hopefully we're going to greenwich to stand on the prime meridian. nerdalert.

i should stop this.

this is entirely too long.

novella out.

love.

sweet, comic valentine.

life.

i'm sorry i suck at updating. 

it's been a ridiculous week. 

and it will continue to be.

okay so the big news of the past 2 weeks is that jeanette donheiser came to visit last weekend. that was literally all i was looking forward to during the long, painful hours of capering and sonnet-spewing for our 'arts of shakespeare' presentation. decked out in awkward-fitting rehearsal skirts and crisp white blouses, we sang, clowned, and sashayed our way through a mildly uncomfortable hour of various bits of elizabethan performance. i wish i had pictures. actually, no i don't.

then JENNY showed up. our weekend consisted of drinking, stumbling all over the piccadilly line, a failed attempt at seeing the changing of the guards, the RSC, covent garden, 

chips & salsa, topshop, clothes-swapping, fortunas, thai food, crap modern art,  bridges & tunnels, and very VERY funny valentines. i have a new favorite hobby - replacing various words with spanish ones. literally all i did all weekend. and i learned a new one: burbuja. it means "bubble." i'm so cultured. fools.

i have officially booked ALL of spring break for myself & seth. he comes 2 weeks from today! i could not be more excited. the months just seem to be piling up with more & more fantastic, wonderful occurrences. my iCal is filling up. pretty soon, the semester will have flown by, leaving only a dented bank account and a stamped passport in its wake. but i'm having a blast, and soaking up every minute of it. 

feb. 20-23: dublin.

march 5-12: SETH. london. paris.

march 13-16: madrid. 

march 22: brighton

march 22-26: TIM comes to visit!

april 4-5: stratford-upon-avon. we're seeing the winters tale (my favorite shakespeare show) and spending the night in shakespeare's birthplace, hoping the genius will seep into our pores.

april 10-13: salzburg. (hopefully)

april 29-may 4: rome. (hopefully)

may 10: HOME.

calendar. this is going to go by so so quickly. ooh i wish i could make it last.. stretch it out.. but there are so many things to be excited for, that after something ends, there's something else to look forward to!

what a wonderful life.

also. i got cast as the princess of france in our mini production of love's labor's lost at studio. it's an awesome part and i cannot wait! this is my second foray into the land of royal francophilia, but this time i have lines. in english. sweet.

okay. i should go to bed. i have a big weekend ahead of me.

tomorrow i go to ireland. i'm so so excited.

but.. what do you do in dublin?

oh well. i guess i'll find out!

love.

and oh how they danced.

so i have been prodded and pressured by myself and others to chronicle the events of this weekend. here we go.

to the best of my knowledge, sometime around 7:30 on saturday morning, a whole mess of us set off for the mysterious city of bath. asleep on the shoulder of a very patient seat-sharer in the back of the bus (because we're obviously the cool kids), i whiled away the time to stonehenge listening to joni mitchell croon me along the english countryside. 

 so. what is there to do at stonehenge REALLY?

 not much. you stare at the rocks, take a couple of hilarious perspective shots in which someone  is attempting to "lift" or "push" the structure.

 you marvel at the sheer lack of any particular knowledge about the site. oh. and you visit the gift shop. i was this close to buying a "stonehenge rocks!" t-shirt for myself, but then i concluded i am not quite ironic enough to pull off such a decidedly ironic look. 

after some hot beverages, the crowd to the left packed back up on the bus. as we winded through old village after dilapidated castle, i carefully jotted down a map of tommy's future living quarters, while nathaniel led us all in about a billion rounds of "the movie game." quite possibly the trickiest/simplest game known to man. whatever. it never ended.

we rolled into bath spouting obscure jim carrey movies at each other. our sweet little 

tour guide, felicity, led us, bleary-eyed and wobbly, through the streets of bath. this is what i love about that city: it looks old. even the GAP had an old school stone facade. way to go city of bath. quaint and coordinated for over a century. we saw the circus, the famous royal crescent, bath abbey, and the river avon (no, not that one). the stone structures, the sandy color of everything, the subtle mix of architectural styles - all caught my eye as we slipped through alleys and climbed up steep hills. 

FUN FACT: bath is the birthplace of the adhesive stamp. sometime around 1815, some postal  worker licked a stamp and that was the end of the world as they knew it. and, since england loves museums more than any other country, there is, naturally, a postal museum in bath. what they have on display, i really have no idea, but there is a museum essentially dedicated to that fateful day in the early 1800's.

doesn't that blow your mind? i thought so.

lunch was spent on more movie game, and some rugby. the big international england v. italy game was on. we didn't really watch much. just got to hear a bunch of burly rugby guys shouting "god save the queen." rough. 

so we headed over to have a peek in bath abbey - this gorgeous georgian structure popped right in the middle of everything. it was beautiful. so bright and well-lit. there are a ton of people buried there. no one particularly famous. but amazing stained-glass windows, a few small chapels, and some gorgeous monuments. 

i lit a candle for jim whitmore, whose death i found out about early saturday morning. he was a beautiful man who i respected and enjoyed immensely. i'll never forget him, or our long, smoky talks that summer that seems like a million years ago. i'm glad he got to bookend his time at the players doing 'our town.' there's just something very fitting about that.

anyway - i had quite a pensive time in bath abbey. it was meditative but bright and cheery. i picture of hope rather than solemnity, which i very much appreciated. 

YMCA hostel. i was literally put in a summer camp room. it was hilarious. 10 girls on bunk-beds. after tossing our stuff, we all suited up (quite literally) and took a visit to the thermal spas in the town. £20 bought us 2 hours of relaxation and swimming in hot tubs, wave pools, and a steam room. massages, showers, and silliness abounded. and the movie game continued. naturally. we got to watch the sun set from the thermal pool on the roof. the steam rising with the nearly-full moon. when our hands were as wrinkled as time would allow, we all wandered back out into the night, a great deal less tense than when we came in. we found a french restaurant willing to seat 11, and made a great show of things with all of our wine, appetizers, and various desserts. my vat of chardonnay got me sufficiently slurring about halfway through dinner. i'm so classy. we found a bar in which to sit and watch random music videos.

tommy and i wandered home, made a friend on the way who fell in love with our accents, and were nearly locked out of the Y and forced to sleep in the streets of bath. 

sunday morning saw our visit to the roman baths; the whole reason the city exists. they were steamy and old. in the process of being re-furbished, so you're not quite sure what's legit

roman, or was carved in the 90's. they were beautiful, though, and i used my very first audio-guide. i'm growing up. so we all took a million pictures, i made a wish on a penny and tossed it into this wading pool, and we played with wooden swords in the gift. shop. all very enjoyable things.

maggie and i had a beautiful afternoon. at the fashion museum, the assembly rooms, and the jane austen centre. here, we are trying on industrial corsets and hoop skirts in the low-ceilings of the fashion museum. we saw a bunch of gloves from the 17th century, dresses spanning from 1700 - 1990's, and even queen victoria's morning dress. i bought a book on audrey hepburn, because i am cliche and obsessed with her. 

jane austen was interesting too. apparently she hated bath, but lived there for about 6 years. she wrote two books, commenting on the ridiculous social nature of the city - as it was an 18th-century spot to see and be seen. big hats, fans, and plates with colin firth's face on them. brilliant. after tea & scones we stumbled back to the bus for more sleeping on my seat-mate. 

the past few days have been more or less standard. maggie, tommy & i saw 'three days of rain' in the west end last night, starring james mcavoy, who was fantastic and looked delicious in that sweatervest. today we had a trip to the tate modern for my art class. i did my oral report on barbara hepworth, who married and procreated with some of the other most influential artists of her time. way to go dame barbara. we saw some creepy videos, a black bird etched into some paintings, and enough pretension to make my head spin. 

tomorrow is back to the grindstone at RADA. our performance is on friday. we'll all be skipping, singing, and slap-sticking our way through the afternoon. then JENNY comes to me.

other big news: SETH is coming for spring break! it's officially official. we're spending the weekend in london, doing a bunch of neat stuff, including, but not limited to, torture devices in the tower, being groundlings at the globe, and the OBAMA musical. then PARIS for 3 days - baguettes, cigarettes, and the mona lisa. i cannot wait to fake french for 72 hours. it will be a beautiful week, and i cannot wait. 22 days!

and DUBLIN next weekend. i'm sure my overuse of caps lock is making you just as excited as i am.

i should go to bed. 

i have literally lost my mind.

i hope mom, dad, ari, seth & tommy are all satisfied by this entry.

as they all were pushing me to update. so there. pictures and all.

i love quoting things.

i love fitting quotes.

and so i leave you all with this.

uncommon nonsense.

today was ridiculous.

we got all dolled up in hilarious elizabethan getups and just wandered about taking pictures of each other. anna & joel were the class paper dolls, as our teacher described in detail the partlet, bodice, corset.. every layer of the outfits, their evolution, etc. it was brilliant. we all became each other's dressers and played around for a half an hour, hopping in and out of various bits of insanity. it was great.

then we packed up and headed over to the national portrait gallery to gaze at a bunch of famous dead people dressed in outfits more absurd than ours. gift shop. dinner. drinks. then off to show #3 for my class - 'entertaining mr. sloane' by joe orton. now. all i've read of his plays really was 'what the butler saw,' which is a sex farce with mistaken identity, naked people, and lots of fast entrances and exits. 

so i really wasn't expecting this - a wacky comedy that was actually rather dark and dramatic, sad and heartbreaking, brutal and biting all at the same time. i enjoyed it, i suppose. it was pretty well acted. it starred imelda staunton (best known as dolores umbridge from HP5). she got naked. i saw umbridge's boobs. which was only moderately uncomfortable.

so now i'm in bed. 2 skype sessions and yet another facebook album later. i really should sleep. the internet is far too accessible and addicting for me to handle.

oh! check out this wonderful link seth sent me:

it made me even more homesick for my little city.

sleep now.

goodnight darlings.

we'll frolic & play the eskimo way.

oh me of little faith.

after bundling like i've never been bundled before, we were informed by the powers that be that we indeed did NOT have school yesterday. or today, for that matter. why? because london can't handle weather. 5 inches tops. no buses, no subways (well, most of them), stores were closing early, and we were nearly chased home by concerned tisch personnel. 

but did that stop us? absolutely not. 

below are some portraits of the blizzard.

and the faces of the brave in the time of crisis.

this is a pelican escaping the cold by posing for a bunch of tourists.

this is maggie & i thawing out and being awkward.

this is winston churchill. 

the man hated pigeons, 

but he probably would have approved of the snowman.

[ps - londoners LOVE making snowmen. everywhere & anywhere.]

this is st. james' park. buckingham palace is waay off in the distance, blanketed in fog.

this is tommy making a snow angel.

please note the cigarette.

this is anna celebrating snow and no school.

you see? we survived. maggie, anna, liz & i trudged all the way to westminster abbey and, escaping the snow and the cold, made friends with a bunch of famous dead people. queen elizabeth, henry V, and charles dickens were among those who welcomed us in. the abbey on the whole was a bit confusing to navigate. one of those places you need a tour guide for. nothing matches. they threw as many people in there as humanly possible. and you never know when you're standing on someone's final resting place. like, all of a sudden i look down and charles dickens is under my feet. weird. but it was beautiful. creepy, yes. but gorgeous. i want to go again. i think i'll take little seth when he comes in march. just so we can visit all of our former co-stars.

today was snow day number 2. for literally no reason. i awoke to sunny skies and temperatures in the high 30s. icy, yes. but navigable. even conval would have had school. so liz, maggie, philip and i took full advantage and went to the imperial war museum over on the south bank. it was amazing. i don't think i've ever been to that thorough of a museum. ever. we walked through the trenches, sat through the blitz, and descended into the holocaust. obviously, it didn't make for the most lively afternoon, but we all left much more knowledgeable than when we came in. there was even a whole exhibit on british secret agents.

i guess i could never imagine living through times like those. as hard as i try, as thoroughly as i read the posters and notes, scanned the letters and gazed at the uniforms. i know i am incredibly fortunate to have never seen life interrupted by war. to see so closely how people hate. how they fight. how they disregard. it just makes me hope more and more for our future.

on that note, i am going to bed.

tomorrow is a big day. swords. corsets. history.

you know. normal day at school.

goodnight, my darlings.

the visitor

rachel getting married

kind of looks like me circa 1998

i forgot today is groundhog day.

what a bizarre holiday. 

but also kind of wonderful.

today is a snow day.. for those of us NOT attending the tisch school of the arts program. ugh. i discovered britain's shit answer to 'project runway.' it was horrible. and it was the finale too. but i did make baller bacon & eggs. just like nana. with my new, fresh bacon from the farmer's market.

snow. class. snow. groceries.

and i'll checking up on this little rascal later.

"the only way out is through"

i've been in london nearly 4 weeks now.

and i'm finally feeling like i'm a part of this city.

that's probably been helped by the fact that i've had such a busy, beautiful london week, jam-packed with culture and cuisine, sights and sounds, lights and liquor. i've been finding lots of new things, little secrets, giant famous sights, and have quite literally flown over the city. so, let's begin, shall we?

monday i set off on my own to trek down to the ICA, near trafalgar square, where i have my class. armed with only kristen johnston's trusty A to Z guidebook, i found my way, winding through soho and piccadilly and other equally as ridiculous-sounding places. coffee. class. cooking in our steamy kitchen. and i finally crossed 'doubt' off my oscar-watching list. 

tuesday i cooked myself a delicious breakfast and headed down to the british museum for my class (hilarious). we basically wandered around the museum for 3 hours, seeing the highlights and hearing each other's oral reports on the big, important things. my teacher has this adorable little salt-and-pepper mustache. and his sideburns make me want to get an A. 

true to british-form, at 3 o'clock we stopped for tea in the great court. i must have forgotten i was in england. just to remind myself, i suppose, i purchased english breakfast tea, and scones. so british. anyway. because we stopped for tea for like, a half hour, i didn't get to divulge my thrilling report on the HSBC money gallery, so i'll have to file my knowledge on the history of coinage away somewhere in the annals of my memory. someday, i will take my children to the british museum and show them the money gallery and all its treasures - a collectible harry potter coin, a piggy bank in the likeness of the pig from 'toy story,' and a timeline illustrating when australia finally stopped using rum as a valuable form of currency. seriously. fascinating.

wendesday i got to do more sword-fighting, sonnet-spewing, and madrigal-singing. RADA right now is like stepping back into a weird, strangely academic time-machine. i suppose we'll get to acting in a few weeks. they split our curriculum up so the first few weeks are focusing on "the arts of shakespeare" (ie - sonnets, stage combat, dance, singing, clowning) we do a big presentation for all the teachers. and then we move on to mini-shows and more of that acting business. whatever that is. we saw this play called 'duet for one' for my theatre in london class. i still can't get over that they make you pay like £3 for a stupid program. it drove me crazy. i had to wait til i got home to find out that yes, i did recognize juliet stevenson from 'bend it like beckham' and no, she was not in any of the 'harry potter' movies with the rest of thespian england. the play was good - based on a true story, about a famous violinist was stricken with MS. the play itself was her visits to therapy, her slow descent into depression and her eventual recovery. if you can call it that. it was beautifully acted, a little long, but riveting, which is a hard feat when there are only 2 actors and one is in a wheelchair the entire time.

thursday was more of the same silliness at studio. lunch at pubs is great - except i am getting a little sick of the limited options. and i'm sorry, but "bangers & mash" is quite possibly the least appetizing title for a dish. gross.

i have written so much already. i'm sure my two or three faithful readers are loving it. 

thanks guys.

friday night after studio, we had a chill night out at the king charles pub around the corner. it was full of old english guys, had a real functioning fireplace, and didn't close at 10 like many other london establishments. true to form, i split a small pizza from 'USA pizza' with my friend jonathan on the way home. average. very much average. i hate how they don't sell by the slice here. but i shouldn't be picky. it was open. i just wish that london allowed me to exercise the same disgraceful late-night eating habits that new york does. i just don't get it. 

saturday was a big day. maggie, tommy, nathaniel and i got up and out and headed down to the thames. there was a giant protest happening for the crisis in sri lanka. literally thousands of people were marching.. where, we never quite figured out. but they crowded the subways and swarmed the bridges. we walked to the other side of the river and up the bank. it was

 a clear, sunny day, which is very rare in these parts, so we took full advantage and went on the london eye. the london eye is literally a giant ferris wheel that you climb in like a gondola and get beautiful views of the city and its surroundings. i don't think i ever quite realized just how gigantic london is. but it was great. we saw all the major highlights. and the lines moved quick, so we weren't smack in the middle of a giant tourist trap. after our ascent, we walked through a bunch of back streets and eventually happened upon lunch at some big shopping center. we all had burgers. how disgustingly american. then we proceeded to the tate modern.

had a brief poke around the globe theatre, and then visited the most pretentious art museum in the world. i almost couldn't handle it. it was very hard to navigate and insanely un-rewarding. we all have to do oral reports when we visit on tuesday again, and i have dame barbara hepworth, a sculptor. i guess i don't get modern sculpting. it looks cool but i just don't.. whatever. maybe we'll have tea again and i won't even have to present. that'd be hideously convenient. 

after trying in vain to find steve mcqueen and other various lost artists, we headed out in the darkness through the winding streets of the south bank. we happened upon many an eerie tunnel, deserted alley, or underlit church. i love that about london - everything is underlit. it makes the buildings, however average, look 

grandiose and gorgeous in the darkness. 

after bussing it back home, we went out for pizza and good conversation at a bar. they forced me. peer pressure is a dirty, dirty thing.

today, sunday, maggie and i ventured out solo to the sherlock holmes museum (!!) and various other walks about marelybone. the museum was baller. artifacts, memorabilia, creepy wax figures. amazing. a lit nerd's paradise. i even purchased myself a mini volume of the stories. i remember when i, rather embarrassingly, used to rent the BBC versions at the video

 store for my own private home viewing. they always kind of freaked me out, but fascinated me too. so excellent. it was freezing so we didn't manage much else. we did find a farmer's market that was packing up for the day. i got a fresh (cold) loaf of whole wheat for £1, and bacon. which is always good. i got home and immediately donned my bright blue chelsea scarf and headed out with tommy to watch the match. chelsea lost in the final minutes due mainly to a hideous call by the ref earlier. i got into soccer today guys. excuse me, football. it was awesome. though i'm upset chelsea lost. my dad and will could probably not be prouder of me. i watched the whole thing. at a bar. and i didn't even get bored. baby's growing up.

so it's been snowing here in london for hours. i wish i could describe the view out my window - tons of little rooftops covered in a little blanket of snow. i'm sure it's silent outside. down euston road, i can see people walking the middle of the street. sliding through the slush. i hope it's not all gone by tomorrow. it's still coming down lightly. it never snows here. this is big. for the first time since i've been here, it's colder here than in new york. which is very strange. 

okay other big news: I'M GOING TO IRELAND. from the 20-23 of february. maggie & i bought our tickets tonight to dublin for the weekend. i cannot wait. 

lists. i love lists.

feb. 6-7 : bath & stonhenge

feb 12-15 : jeanetter donheisher crashes into my life

feb 20-23 : DUBLIN

feb 28 : maybe manchester?

march 5-12 : SETH! & spring break

march 13-16 : madrid to see ackerface & jen danhauser

the next month will fly by, i just know it. and i cannot wait for all of the ridiculous and wonderful adventures that are coming. oooh i'm so excited!

i should sleep now. 

i have to get up tomorrow and do all of this over again.

love.

the reader

frost/nixon

doubt

the visitor

rachel getting married