You didn't really think I'd constantly update, did you... Well you're dumb.
I hate:
Women who are way passed their prime wearing clothes as if they were twenty. And I don't mean any small portion, but the vast majority of older women in this country.
I mean, If I ever get that terrible, I'll wear vests and white pants as a warning to all those who might approach.
Reconsidering:
Brown Pidgeons- they really do add to the ambience
My prime minister had a meeting with Tony Blair today. Sadly, I was not invited. However, now there is clearly only 1 degree of seperation between Tony Blair and I. Also, I was able to watch House Questions today from in house- think Prime Minister's questions but JV. It was quite amusing, I was slightly envious at that governmental quirk.
A quick addition to my last report. When I wrote my days 4-7 entry, I was under the impression it was approximately 8 hours early than it was. This was not, however due to jet lag over a prolongued time. Rather, it was my iPod randomly changing its default time so that not ONE of its world clocks is functioning properly. In fact, they are all 8 hours behind. Needless to say, it explains why I thought I woke up on 5:30 A.M. on a Sunday. Not Cool.
In anycase, today I was given my first interesting singular assignment; I am to represent my MP at a formal reception. Alas, that reception is for the development to fight Bowel Cancer. But it is a start. Also, I got my first piece of mail at my parliamentary account. I still am not sure how long it will take for me to get used to the title "Mr. Huntington." Though, if all goes according to plan, I'll have a master's degree in a relatively short period time allowing me to say, "I didn't spend one year getting my Master2s degree just to be called 'mister.'"
Oh yes, I will demand to be called master.
And how sweet it will be...
Wednesday, Bowel Cancer; later... THE WORLD
Hmm, that came out wrong. I don't mean I'm going to get bowel cancer... Nevermind
Women who are way passed their prime wearing clothes as if they were twenty. And I don't mean any small portion, but the vast majority of older women in this country.
I mean, If I ever get that terrible, I'll wear vests and white pants as a warning to all those who might approach.
Reconsidering:
Brown Pidgeons- they really do add to the ambience
My prime minister had a meeting with Tony Blair today. Sadly, I was not invited. However, now there is clearly only 1 degree of seperation between Tony Blair and I. Also, I was able to watch House Questions today from in house- think Prime Minister's questions but JV. It was quite amusing, I was slightly envious at that governmental quirk.
A quick addition to my last report. When I wrote my days 4-7 entry, I was under the impression it was approximately 8 hours early than it was. This was not, however due to jet lag over a prolongued time. Rather, it was my iPod randomly changing its default time so that not ONE of its world clocks is functioning properly. In fact, they are all 8 hours behind. Needless to say, it explains why I thought I woke up on 5:30 A.M. on a Sunday. Not Cool.
In anycase, today I was given my first interesting singular assignment; I am to represent my MP at a formal reception. Alas, that reception is for the development to fight Bowel Cancer. But it is a start. Also, I got my first piece of mail at my parliamentary account. I still am not sure how long it will take for me to get used to the title "Mr. Huntington." Though, if all goes according to plan, I'll have a master's degree in a relatively short period time allowing me to say, "I didn't spend one year getting my Master2s degree just to be called 'mister.'"
Oh yes, I will demand to be called master.
And how sweet it will be...
Wednesday, Bowel Cancer; later... THE WORLD
Hmm, that came out wrong. I don't mean I'm going to get bowel cancer... Nevermind