And you know why? Because I met Jonathan Groff today! And he was so sweet and so nice! <3 I love living here! Seeing Wicked and meeting The Groff? BEST. WEEK. EVER!


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Five weeks and five days. That's how long I've been in London now. Two. That's how many bad days I had. Zero. That's how many anxiety attacks I had.

Before I got here, those numbers would have been a lot higher. In more than 40 days, only twice I seriously thought about going back. The other ones, even when I was slightly desperate, thinking about ( Read more... )

"Can you remember any great error that you committed in your early days, Duchess?" he asked, looking at her across the table.

"A great many, I fear," she cried.

"Then commit them over again," he said, gravely. "To get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies."

"A delightful theory!" she exclaimed. "I must put it into practice."

"Yes," ( Read more... )

London Pride was probably the best day I had since I got here. And I've had A LOT of great days, so the fact that this was the best says a lot. I took pictures, I met people... so when I got home, it makes sense that the first thing I would want to do is share it all with my friends and publish the pictures and comment and be happy, right? Wrong, ( Read more... )

Ok so I took KT Tunstall's 'Change' and, well, changed the lyrics! =D Because that is what a 30 minute tube ride to and from work will do to you! :P ( Read more... )

Alright, so here's the thing. Now that I'm in a different city, different country, different language and different culture (and different water, too, the water here kinda sucks!), I decided to come here and write about it from time to time. Maybe help someone who's going through the same, if anyone even reads this ( Read more... )

I haven't been sleeping as well as I used to. A couple of nights ago, I woke up and my feet were cold, so I went to my drawer to get some socks. God knows why I wanted my striped ones, it just seemed to make sense and I was tired and barely awake. So I went, took the socks and when I went back to bed and put them on, I realized they weren't the ( Read more... )

First of all, Silvia's dead! She's freaking dead, what the fuck is that about? For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about (not that anyone except my awesome roomie actually reads this thing - love u sistah! -, but I'll just pretend someone else does), I'm talking about the Spanish show Los Hombres de Paco. I loved it, I loved the couple ( Read more... )

1. First name: Luciana. Didn’t find anything too deep and meaningful to describe me there, but this picture pretty much does the trick: a mess! In every sense. My room looked just like that until a few days ago, and now my head’s not any better, considering I’m done with classes and I’m about to graduate and I have no idea what to do with my life ( Read more... )

 Life is a funny little thing. Funny, because it tricks us into thinking we're always moving forward, ahead, when most of the time, really, we're just moving in circles. Each feeling, each thought... It happened before, it will happen again. Sometimes it's comforting, but sometimes it can be just plain frustrating.