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oh my god, it's like, Elizabeth goes home from school and live journal dies!!! I actually forgot I had this thing! I got back from England last week. When I have more time I'll update the shit out of this thing and describe every little detail. As for now, let me leave you hanging with these two notes:
Stonehenge at sunset almost made me cry
My sister and I got hit on by British men in their forties at a pub (EW!)and all the bartenders were flirting with us, which was ok cause they were all in their 20s and cute.
I have three weeks left of work. Awesome. I move back to school (human rights house!) on sept. 3rd and I'll FINALLY have my car at school, which will be good for all those taco bell/barnes and noble runs!
I miss so many people right now. My sister moved to Philly last month, so things are quiet at home. I now have 90 PAGES of my story.. I swear, I'm meant to be a writer.
O yeah, and I'm thinkin of attending grad school in England which means I'd move there either next year or the year after. All I want to do is have a nice English farmhouse, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but rolling hills so that I can write non-stop and not be interrupted by traffic or loud noises or pollution or anything. Jersey, I love you, but you just wear me out sometimes.
That's all for now, Kids! It's good to be back.
Stonehenge at sunset almost made me cry
My sister and I got hit on by British men in their forties at a pub (EW!)and all the bartenders were flirting with us, which was ok cause they were all in their 20s and cute.
I have three weeks left of work. Awesome. I move back to school (human rights house!) on sept. 3rd and I'll FINALLY have my car at school, which will be good for all those taco bell/barnes and noble runs!
I miss so many people right now. My sister moved to Philly last month, so things are quiet at home. I now have 90 PAGES of my story.. I swear, I'm meant to be a writer.
O yeah, and I'm thinkin of attending grad school in England which means I'd move there either next year or the year after. All I want to do is have a nice English farmhouse, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but rolling hills so that I can write non-stop and not be interrupted by traffic or loud noises or pollution or anything. Jersey, I love you, but you just wear me out sometimes.
That's all for now, Kids! It's good to be back.