cindy abroad

Well, i should have started this when i was in Budapest, considering i lost my journal somewhere in the bowels of New York City. Well, hopefully it's in the bowels, and not sitting on some prick's desk as he madly types the bullshit i wrote and claims it as his own. bastard. so. i start it now, never taking scribbled journals for granted again, but with my luck, I'll forget my password to this, or the name of it, forever losing the ramblings I happen to post here. Se la vie, (which is probably spelled wrong, but i was never one for proper spelling anyway. I think it dates back to when one of my grandmothers gave me grief for my standardized spelling test score, that didn't hold up to the others. Naturally she didn't compliment the others, while wagging her finger at the spelling, in the living room, but that's all COMPLETELY beside the point, hence the parentases. In fact, anything worthy of parenthasese (which is probably also spelled wrong) is worthy of the delete button. but it's a blog. So I can bore you as much as I damned well please. HAHAHAH. sucker.)

So, to fill you in, I was in Budapest in the summer, interning at Leo Burnett, under the creative God, Milos. See, he's like Madonna. He only needs one name. Only less likely to publish a book titled Sex, being a family guy and all. But Madonna's turned into a family woman, save for the new music video she released in her nasty pink leotard. yick. So I guess the comparrison doesn't work at all. Sorry Milos, you're not quite scandleous enough to be Madonna caliber, but please don't take it as an insult by any means.

Hey, check it out! It's another year. This doesn't matter much, or doesn't seem to, especially when the New Year gets the celebrating kudos of a jet-lagged crash on the most perfect pillow in the entire world at 20:00 Greenwich Mean Time. Hey, I'm at the hub of time! Does that make me important? no. ::sigh:: Other things could though. depending on what you personally deem important.

Alright enough bullshit. It's the first of the year, I've trapsed across spilled british ice cream somewhere on high street in Islington, London, England. I'm feeling exceptionally happy about being in London right now, and should therefore share some photos of my very British flat, and my very British roommates, (they're posers, really, just don't tell, k?) in very British Islington. There's rumor we really live in Huxley, or some other non-charming sounding neighborhood, but that's beside the point. I'll do my grocery shopping in Islington, and catch the tube there too, so for all practical purposes that is the neighborhood of residence, happy snoozing, and the ever popular all-nighter, if that should ever cross my path.

A man at the grocery store tonight got all giddy cause he got the chic with the accent. ha! I have an accent. I told him i was from Miami Beach in Florida, and he seemed very pleased with that answer. I like being the novelty :)