Not much glamour about the English weather
I am such a procrastinator all the time. What's with that? I have tons of shit to do but here I am online updating my LJ that no one ever reads anyway. I like to look back and re-read my old entries though. I can read them and remember what was *really* going on. I suppose that is the point of keeping a journal. To see how you've grown (or not) .
I just got back from London again. I liked this trip, it was a little more low-key than my last one, no whiplash or anything. I went to this restaurant called Ye Olde Six Bells. It's over 500 years old and it's nestled in next to an ancient church. In order to get there I had to cut through the ancient cemetery that belongs to the church. There is nothing more creepy than walking through a 500 year old English cemetery at 10 o'clock at night on a cold March evening. I wasn't so much worried about the living dead grabbing my ankles (Although that did cross my mind) as I was about some madman jumping out from behind a tomb and dragging me off by my hair to have his way with me behind the church. Although for one hot minute I had the combined fear of a Zombie grabbing my ankles, having his way with me and then eating my brains... Cemeteries always have the same smell to me. I think it's Creosite? Someone suggested that to me once I I'm sticking to it. It's a wood preservative I believe. This one was no exception. I don't think they still bury people there anymore though. Anyway, it was neat. The restaurant itself is pretty neat too. It's an old Monestary and apparently the Monks are entombed in the walls there. Imagine how different this entry could have been if Zombie Monks had busted out of the walls and attacked everyone in the restaurant? Well, they didn't. I had a nice bowl of soup, a cheese and pear tart and a pint of Cider Black which is something you can only get in the UK apparently. It's just cider with blackberry added to it I think. It's a lovely refreshing drink.
In London I bought my dad and my brother their England 2006 jerserys and the girl at the store informed me that if England win, then I get my money back. That'd be nice seeing as though the shirts were 45pounds a piece. It's a nice shirt this year, my brother was well chuffed when he saw it. My dad is still in Cuba and he doesn't know I got him one yet. I won't tell them about the money back thing though.. then they'll just think I'm super thoughtful. Hah. I also bought a ton of CD's. I got Graham Coxon- Love Travels at Illegal Speeds, The Rakes -All Too Human (Single), and the Mystery Jets. I went into a million and one little stores including but not limited to Ann Summers. If you don't know, Ann Summers is a lingerie/Sex toy shop. I had a good time in there and ended up buying a little 'pillow book' called Sexercise. It is a good time. It basically details what positions are best for toning your body whilst getting it on. It also has some pretty hot full colour photos. On the flight home I read it aloud to the crew in the back galley, a good time was had by all. I'm looking forward to trying out the "Mexican Wave". I think I spent wayyyyyy too much money this time but, what can you do? The UK is mad expensive. I ate a lot too, they have the most amazing Orange Blossom Yogurt, Champagne Rhubarb Yogurt and even Lemon Curd Yogurt (I forgot that one in my room) It was so fucking good I couldn't believe it. Then I looked at the label and the first ingredient was Whipping Cream! WTF! That's not yogurt, that's dessert. 14grams of fat PER SERVING and I think I had like... 3 of them.
This trip was actually the first time the Jet Lag has truly kicked my ass. I was awake at 4am, starving and then dead beat by 12noon. It sucked in that respect. I drank a lot of coffee though. On my final day there I was up and at em' at around 7 am (jet lag again) but my pick up wasn't until 10:15am. At 9:15am I got a call saying our flight was delayed six hours and pick up was now to be at 15:30, That sucked because I was already made up and packed up. I didn't want to unpack my jeans and stuff and traipse about London again, but I also didn't want to go back to sleep since I had all my maquillage on. I ended up watching BBC news for a few hours and then passing out until 14:30. I woke up and one side of my face was looking pretty manky. Ah well, the boys on the flight didn't seem to mind. The British boys traveling to Vancouver are always smokin' hot. It's a good flight to work.
When I arrived in Vancouver my friend Maddie called me , she was also in Vancouver on her way downtown. She came back and we hung out in my room until about 2am. She was all wide awake as she hadn't worked her flight yet, I on the other hand had been up since 7am UK Time and it was now 2am in Vancouver. That's the thing about this job. We leave London on Thursday at 13:30 and arrive in Vancouver on Thursday at 14:30. A ten hour flight has elapsed but only an hour in time... how old am I? I don't know. No wonder the jet lag is kicking my ass.
So at 2am I had to kick that bitch out of my bed but, for the record I would never even kick her out for eating crackers, I love her to bits. I was so tired! I deadheaded home the next day and sat next to my friend Ailsa whom Iove also. I just met her last week, she was part of our crew. It was only her second flight, we got along great and she was really funny. On the bus in London she waited until it was super packed - standing room only and then started telling us all scandalously dirty jokes at top note. Sounds like something Brown would have done. She is a funny girl and I can't wait to work with her again.
This was the first time I could NOT wait to get back to Toronto. Usually I'm not bothered but this time I couldn't wait. Why? because I am absolutely 100% smitten with a boy here. It's pretty scary and I didn't even want to write about it because it is so new but I can't help it. I like him so much it's freaking me out. I've never felt this way about anyone ever and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me. Whenever I'm around him I just want to touch him and be near him. I don't notice anyone else or anything else that is going in the room, I realized one night when we were talking that I hadn't broken eye contact with him for a good 4 hours. I have to say that he could be the one to break my heart. God, I hope he doesn't. I think about him all the time and when I think about him I get butterflies! It's so strange to feel this way, it's all so new. I finally get it now, *this* is what people are talking about! HA, I'm a real loser right now,,,,, how can I be nearly 27 and only experiencing this for the first time??? My friends are all shocked because they've never heard me talk this way about anyone before... even my mom is surprised! She's very happy to hear it though, my Nana is beside herself but she wishes I could find someone my own age. Pffft, he's 33. She would never tell me that but she did mention to my mom. My mom inadvertently met him last Sunday when he came to pick me up from her place to drive me to the airport, she called me almost immediately to tell me how cute she thought he was. Fuck, listen to me. I better soak it up. Soak it up.
Alright, gotta go do laundry and get my shit together.... A la prochaine.
xxoxo me.
I just got back from London again. I liked this trip, it was a little more low-key than my last one, no whiplash or anything. I went to this restaurant called Ye Olde Six Bells. It's over 500 years old and it's nestled in next to an ancient church. In order to get there I had to cut through the ancient cemetery that belongs to the church. There is nothing more creepy than walking through a 500 year old English cemetery at 10 o'clock at night on a cold March evening. I wasn't so much worried about the living dead grabbing my ankles (Although that did cross my mind) as I was about some madman jumping out from behind a tomb and dragging me off by my hair to have his way with me behind the church. Although for one hot minute I had the combined fear of a Zombie grabbing my ankles, having his way with me and then eating my brains... Cemeteries always have the same smell to me. I think it's Creosite? Someone suggested that to me once I I'm sticking to it. It's a wood preservative I believe. This one was no exception. I don't think they still bury people there anymore though. Anyway, it was neat. The restaurant itself is pretty neat too. It's an old Monestary and apparently the Monks are entombed in the walls there. Imagine how different this entry could have been if Zombie Monks had busted out of the walls and attacked everyone in the restaurant? Well, they didn't. I had a nice bowl of soup, a cheese and pear tart and a pint of Cider Black which is something you can only get in the UK apparently. It's just cider with blackberry added to it I think. It's a lovely refreshing drink.
In London I bought my dad and my brother their England 2006 jerserys and the girl at the store informed me that if England win, then I get my money back. That'd be nice seeing as though the shirts were 45pounds a piece. It's a nice shirt this year, my brother was well chuffed when he saw it. My dad is still in Cuba and he doesn't know I got him one yet. I won't tell them about the money back thing though.. then they'll just think I'm super thoughtful. Hah. I also bought a ton of CD's. I got Graham Coxon- Love Travels at Illegal Speeds, The Rakes -All Too Human (Single), and the Mystery Jets. I went into a million and one little stores including but not limited to Ann Summers. If you don't know, Ann Summers is a lingerie/Sex toy shop. I had a good time in there and ended up buying a little 'pillow book' called Sexercise. It is a good time. It basically details what positions are best for toning your body whilst getting it on. It also has some pretty hot full colour photos. On the flight home I read it aloud to the crew in the back galley, a good time was had by all. I'm looking forward to trying out the "Mexican Wave". I think I spent wayyyyyy too much money this time but, what can you do? The UK is mad expensive. I ate a lot too, they have the most amazing Orange Blossom Yogurt, Champagne Rhubarb Yogurt and even Lemon Curd Yogurt (I forgot that one in my room) It was so fucking good I couldn't believe it. Then I looked at the label and the first ingredient was Whipping Cream! WTF! That's not yogurt, that's dessert. 14grams of fat PER SERVING and I think I had like... 3 of them.
This trip was actually the first time the Jet Lag has truly kicked my ass. I was awake at 4am, starving and then dead beat by 12noon. It sucked in that respect. I drank a lot of coffee though. On my final day there I was up and at em' at around 7 am (jet lag again) but my pick up wasn't until 10:15am. At 9:15am I got a call saying our flight was delayed six hours and pick up was now to be at 15:30, That sucked because I was already made up and packed up. I didn't want to unpack my jeans and stuff and traipse about London again, but I also didn't want to go back to sleep since I had all my maquillage on. I ended up watching BBC news for a few hours and then passing out until 14:30. I woke up and one side of my face was looking pretty manky. Ah well, the boys on the flight didn't seem to mind. The British boys traveling to Vancouver are always smokin' hot. It's a good flight to work.
When I arrived in Vancouver my friend Maddie called me , she was also in Vancouver on her way downtown. She came back and we hung out in my room until about 2am. She was all wide awake as she hadn't worked her flight yet, I on the other hand had been up since 7am UK Time and it was now 2am in Vancouver. That's the thing about this job. We leave London on Thursday at 13:30 and arrive in Vancouver on Thursday at 14:30. A ten hour flight has elapsed but only an hour in time... how old am I? I don't know. No wonder the jet lag is kicking my ass.
So at 2am I had to kick that bitch out of my bed but, for the record I would never even kick her out for eating crackers, I love her to bits. I was so tired! I deadheaded home the next day and sat next to my friend Ailsa whom Iove also. I just met her last week, she was part of our crew. It was only her second flight, we got along great and she was really funny. On the bus in London she waited until it was super packed - standing room only and then started telling us all scandalously dirty jokes at top note. Sounds like something Brown would have done. She is a funny girl and I can't wait to work with her again.
This was the first time I could NOT wait to get back to Toronto. Usually I'm not bothered but this time I couldn't wait. Why? because I am absolutely 100% smitten with a boy here. It's pretty scary and I didn't even want to write about it because it is so new but I can't help it. I like him so much it's freaking me out. I've never felt this way about anyone ever and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me. Whenever I'm around him I just want to touch him and be near him. I don't notice anyone else or anything else that is going in the room, I realized one night when we were talking that I hadn't broken eye contact with him for a good 4 hours. I have to say that he could be the one to break my heart. God, I hope he doesn't. I think about him all the time and when I think about him I get butterflies! It's so strange to feel this way, it's all so new. I finally get it now, *this* is what people are talking about! HA, I'm a real loser right now,,,,, how can I be nearly 27 and only experiencing this for the first time??? My friends are all shocked because they've never heard me talk this way about anyone before... even my mom is surprised! She's very happy to hear it though, my Nana is beside herself but she wishes I could find someone my own age. Pffft, he's 33. She would never tell me that but she did mention to my mom. My mom inadvertently met him last Sunday when he came to pick me up from her place to drive me to the airport, she called me almost immediately to tell me how cute she thought he was. Fuck, listen to me. I better soak it up. Soak it up.
Alright, gotta go do laundry and get my shit together.... A la prochaine.
xxoxo me.