This entry could be called “Random Thursday Thoughts” (not to be confused with “Random Tuesday Thoughts” by 3 Bedroom Bungalow.)
Last year, I got here in December, so winter only lasted three or four months…max.
I had forgotten how long winter is! Last year, I said, “I don’t know why everyone complains about winter. I think it’s nice to have a break from the heat every once in a while.”
This year, it’s February, and I’m already in month four or five? And, it’s not looking like it’s going to be dissipating anytime soon. Yes, I have to say that after a year and two months in England (officially today!) that I am over this weather. Many thought it would take only a few months, a few days. I have outlasted most perhaps. But, I am so over it.
What I wouldn’t give for Los Angeles right now.
Although, tonight I had a nice brisk walk, and it felt nice. At least I wasn’t sweating. I don’t like sweat very much either.
Oh, and it’s my half birthday. So, feel free to wish me a very merry half birthday! Why do half birthdays stop as soon as you enter double digits?
Did I mention that I got my first for-real freelancing job? I did. I am now a professional writer (the first time I wrote that sentence, I accidentally put a t instead of a w after no. That would have been awkward.)
I met up with an American who found me through my blog. She just moved here, and we went for lunch on Tuesday.
I love her. No, seriously. She seems amazing, and I hope she becomes my friend. Internet friend dating can be creepy, but this girl rocked my socks off in a purely platonic girl-love way.
Perhaps I’m American-person starved? I keep thinking I hear an American accent everywhere I go, and yesterday, I actually got it right. It can be embarrassing when I go up to strangers and ask them if they’re American, and they tell me they are Scottish. That has happened. Jock says I have the worst ears for accents ever.
Probably true. But, yesterday, at the cinema (or movie theater as we Americans say), I met two girls from New Jersey! How random is that? I think they may have thought I was crazy when I kind of stalked them for a minute in the ladies room, and then finally got the guts to ask. The worst part is I left mid-way through our conversation. What was I supposed to do? There was a stall opening, and I couldn’t stand around all day while we discussed the fact that I used to live in New Jersey when I was 8 years old.
What else?
I think I may cut all my hair off tomorrow. Will let you know after hairdressers. Thinking bob a la Katie Holmes. Or possibly Meg Ryan a la City of Angels. Or Frankie Sandford from The Saturdays.
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