I'm looking for some hope and happy inspiration.
Please share. Thank you.

I am missing the sun......and the dray......and Christmas with my family.

I leave for Portugal in a week and I am going to spend Christmas with Diogo's family. I am very excited to spend time with a family this year, but there is an ache of homesick about not seeing my own family on Christmas. Especially now that my brother will be having a baby soon. Though both kids don't live at home and haven't for several years, there is something sentimental that stirs in me about this Christmas being the last Christmas the my nuclear family is just four.

Life moving forward, welcoming and reminiscent.

Merry Christmas 2007

A Touch of home....www.thishome.org.

Sex and the City...an end/beginning.

A few moments ago I watched the last episode of Sex and the City. I wept, I laughed, I mourned, and I smiled....widely. Throughout the last two episodes, and now I can't help but feel like my life is on a path. You see, I started watching Sarah Jessica Parker's show when I was 21. I was between my sophmore and junior year of College, crazy and mixed up, planning my career path in advertising, addicted to video games and diet pills, running between 4-6 miles a day. It was just after my first really emotional and hard break up with my first long term live-in boyfriend. The show was like honey to my wounded, independent, female-rebirthing soul. And it was good. OH sooooooo good. But I stopped watching the show at the end of the third season. I have no good reason why and I can't really remember anything besides maybe I got a life again or at least decided to reemerge in the world.

Now, since I quit my job and school hasn't started back up, I've had the time to watch the last three seasons. And it feels like I was meant to wait six years to finish off this gem of HBO goodness. The first three seasons are all about empowerment and loving yourself and loving all the trouble we girls put ourselves through for love, sex, and excitement. The independent girl establishing herself in the crazy world.

The last three seasons are about settling into yourself, commiting to love, and finding a path to stick to. I am now 27, in my last year of grad school, in love with a wonderful stable and great guy, and thinking about what my path to settling down would look like. The Independent yet collaborative woman choosing/commiting to a path within an option-filled existence.

Now, I'll admit that I am making a mountain out of a television show, but it's my mountain. I'm standing at the top of the snow peak waving happily, saying.....I've grown up. Oh goodie. And look, I really like this show because I watch it and feel simile. Catharsis. Cyclical Catharsis.

Hoorah!!!

We have returned!! Diogo and I arrived back from our trip on Tuesday after a much mixed up return flight. We lost our luggage but luckily it was found and returned to us yesterday. PHEW!

We had a wonderful time. To all those whom I was able to see, much love, it was wonderful to see you for the brief time that we did. To those who I missed, :(

I have put a bunch of picture from our trip on my facebook page, but if you don't have facebook, I should get some up here or on my flickr page soon enough. (Photo montage!!!)

Our trip followed the path from New York (ANNIE! It was fabulous to see you.), Portland (Sabra, Alex, Brooke, Sarah, Molly, Bruce - SOOOOO good to see you! hannah, I'll catch you in London.), Ashland (Erin and Jones we must make a longer road trip after we graduate!), the Oregon Coast, Klamath Falls (Jessie and Josh, congrats!!), and finally ending in San Francisco where we took a spontaneous trip to a theme park and Diogo took his first thrill ride on several roller coasters.

Seeing my parents, family, and friends was a wonderful recharge and by the end we were looking forward to being home. Now that we are home. It's reallly lovely. I'm very happy.

Oregon State motto: Alis Volat Propriis, Latin for “She Flies With Her Own Wings”

(since 1987; This was the original motto of Oregon, but had been changed to “The Union” in 1957.)

I am going home for three weeks with Diogo. We are going to New York for a couple days, then arriving in Portland on the 16th of August and then spending a big amount of time with my family in Klamath Falls and finally ending and returning from San Francisco. I am looking forward to it with great anticipation. I never thought I would be missing my homeland, but I do a bit. Living away from my native country makes me miss it, for all it's blessings and curses.

Also, falling in love, thinking about getting married and wanting to have children makes me long to be around my parents for a bit and touch upon their wisdom and love. I'm missing my mother and father more than I expected to. Despite all our loving disagreements, they know me more than anyone else in the world. Their love for me is part of the foundations of who I am. I really want to come back to my foundations for a time. I hope to have this connection with my own children. Boy, my parents did a good job. This respectful, loving bond I have with them is the epitome of parenthood.

The woman that left Portland a year ago is very different. I feel I've grown up so much in only one year. My feet feel rooted deeply within myself, but I don't feel grounded at all...yet. I knew when I decided this path for my life I was going to be different afterwards, I just didn't think I would be so aware of it. I remember just before I left Portland I had freak out about whether this was the "right path" for my life and I asked many friends whom I respected for advice. The best advice I received was from my friend Dani, who said, ultimately, that there was no such thing as a right path. Which ever path I chose, going to London or not, was the path I would live my life by. Labeling it right or wrong was just a way of worrying and avoidance.

The greatest lessons that I own now is the understanding that everything moves forward, whether it be viewed good or bad, it all moves forward into something else. And ultimately, nothing is good or bad because it all leads on. My worst times in the past are an integral part to my current happiness, had I not had them I would not be where I am right now. And I love where I am right now, even completely lost, emotional, and ungrounded, I wouldn't change anything.

I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale. - Marie Curie

The same is true of art and artists, no?

I'm often completely in awe of the similarity between artistic and scientific discovery and innovation. The artistic and scientific minds often function on very same levels.

Spacelab 2006-7

Here is my answer to one of the questions my school asked me.

The value and survival of theater as a performing art is constantly in question. What value do you ascribe to live theater? Is this value related to its “market value”? In what ways, if any, is theater a “service” rather than a “product”?

I value theater's life. In our current culture of speed, immediate satisfaction, technological isolation, and submissive consumption, theater slows down, unites, and demands active participation of the community it occurs within. Anne Bogart in And Then You Act says, "In the United States, we are the targets of mass distraction. We are the objects of constant flattery and manufactured desire. I believe that the only possible resistance to a culture of banality is quality." Quality theatre is the antidote for my culture. Quality theatre is not a consumption, it is a participation. It is something created between the audience and the performers. It is alive. I believe live performance is an antidote to the opiates of our culture (i.e. television, movies, internet, media, etc). Theatre creates physical metaphors and poetry that the audience must participate in.

Theater is a service instead of a product when its intention is to serve instead of sell.

Ladybird

Here is a video created in my backyard by two of my lovely classmates. Its a simple beauty. Just like Agnese and Martha.

Attitude.

This last week has been about my attitude. And how I needed to adjust it.

I've just finished this book by Anne Bogart about making art in unpredictable times. She breaks up the book into eight tools for action: context, articulation, intention, attention, magnetism, attitude, content and time. Attitude is the section that spoke to my dilemma this week.

The attitude with which you bring to a situation, is what the situation will be. If you consider a person to be a difficult person, they will be because they may sense your attitude towards them and react accordingly. So, I choose the have an attitude adjustment. I have been seeing school, classmates, relationships, well...life in general in a specific attitude. A worried attitude. It's an attitude I get when I'm......well, it's just a shitty attitude that I'd like to overcome.

Last night I rolled my ankle while walking home from a party and bruised my foot pretty bad. Therefore, today, sunday, I spent writing a paper for school, doing laundry, chatting with visitors and meditating....the majority of the time being the meditating stuff. It was the first sunny day that we have had in London in a long time and so taking the day to myself to reflect was beneficial. Usually I meditate while in motion (i.e. running, walking dancing) but due to my foot being out of commission I meditate in a stationery sitting position.

I need to meditate more. especially when I feel out of joint, as I have been feeling the last few weeks.

Needless to say, my head did a spin, I reconnected my mind and body...which for some reason were fighting with each other, and now I believe I have found resolve for the next coming weeks. My attitude is a choice and I take responsibility for it.

1. I respect my classmates and believe that school is continuously moving me as an artist and as a person.
2. If something is going well, trust it. If something is going bad, trust it.
3. Lastly, from Anne Bogart, "Art is an act of the spirit. It asks you to be a conduit for something larger than yourself. You listen to voices from the past in service of the common culture you share with those around you. With an understanding of why, then Heaven and Earth will move in response to your action. I believe this to be the fundamental grace that allows for action in our difficult times."

I am currently reading an amazing book.

And then you act: Making art in an unpredictable world. By Anne Bogart.

It is the sequel to her first book, A Director Prepares. It is coming to me at a time when I really need the inspiration and I also have to write a book report for school.

Please if you are an artist or even if you are not...read this book. It talks about our culture very candidly and addresses creating art and change within unpredicatable times.

If you need some inspiration or if you want a good non-fiction to read. Pick it up.

Much Love.

Erin's Murder Mystery Birthday Party!!

DO NOT BE ASHAMED
by Wendell Berry

You will be walking some night

in the comfortable dark of your yard

and suddenly a great light will shine

round about you, and behind you

will be a wall you never saw before.

It will be clear to you suddenly

that you were about to escape,

and that you are guilty: you misread

the complex instructions, you are not

a member, you lost your card

or never had one. And you will know

that they have been there all along,

their eyes on your letters and books,

their hands in your pockets,

their ears wired to your bed.

Though you have done nothing shameful,

they will want you to be ashamed.

They will want you to kneel and weep

and say you should have been like them.

And once you say you are ashamed,

reading the page they hold out to you,

then such light as you have made

in your history will leave you.

They will no longer need to pursue you.

You will pursue them, begging forgiveness.

They will not forgive you.

There is no power against them.

It is only candor that is aloof from them,

only an inward clarity, unashamed,

that they cannot reach. Be ready.

When their light has picked you out

and their questions are asked, say to them:

"I am not ashamed." A sure horizon

will come around you. The heron will begin

his evening flight from the hilltop.

Exciting new Development.
Diogo and I will be visiting the states in the end of August!!!!

We are going to go to New York first and then end up in Klamath falls for another wedding. Phew, people getting married!!!

Anyways, I'm not sure as yet whether I will be able to make it P-town, but if I do I may be asking for accomodation just for a couple of days. Let me know if you are up for it!

I miss and love you all!!

"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained." -Mark Twain

LISPA 2006

Photo montage of LISPA's afternoon initiation class of 2006-7

"Why should anybody be interested in an old man who was a failure?"
-Ernest Hemingway

Alright so I'm a real crap blogger.
I only get the chance to blog on breaks from school or when I am utterly bored at work. Right now it's both! Forgive me.

I'm at the end of my final break before the end of the term. The next term is 10 weeks long and we are venturing into the realms of characters. I'm completely excited. We are ending this year with several projects including a solo piece that is the accumulation of what we have been moved by in the year. I am very blessed by this program, even when I am frustrated I have trust and respect for the faculty.
I'll admit at the end of this term was the first time that I felt that I really needed a break from school. I was having frustrations with everything from school, classmates, and London to my own identity.
I am happy to say that I have righted myself (well, as "right" as I am happy) at the end of these two weeks (helped out by four days spent in Portugal with Diogo and running till I vomited one morning *good for the soul*). I'm ready to remount school with renewed anticipation, inspiration, and joy.

Now I am ready for school to start again and, of course, the anticipation is maddening. *Breath*

I am so impatient.

P.S. I'll be in the states for my brother's wedding. June 2. But it will only be for two days and I'll be in Kfalls. Sorry to my Portland Friends!

view from condo

view from condo
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Foggy morning in Esmoriz.

men hugging

men hugging
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Portuguese Men sharing a little love. Diogo's friend's Gonzalo and Freddie.

church on the beach

church on the beach
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

A small church on the beach of Espinho.

yawn...

yawn...
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Big Yawn on the train home from Porto

Porto Bridge

Porto Bridge
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Photo from the train of Porto bridges

cross on the beach

cross on the beach
Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

a cross outside a church near the beach in Espinho

Here are pics from my trip in europe with my parents.....aren't they cute?

The Body to the Soul
by Eva Gore-Booth

You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways,
You have given me toil and scanty rest,
I have seen the light of ten thousand days
Grow dim and sink and fade in the West.

Once you bore me forth from the dusty gloom,
Weeping and helpless and naked and blind,
Now you would hide me deep down in the tomb,
And wander away on the moonlit wind.

You would bury me like a thing of shame,
Silently into the darkness thrust,
You would mix my heart that was once a flame
With the mouldering clay and the wandering dust.

The eyes that wept for your sorrowful will
Shall be laid among evil and unclean things,
The heart that was faithful through good and ill
You scorn for a flutter of tawdry wings.

You were the moonlight, I lived in the sun;
Could there ever be peace between us twain?
I sought the Many, you seek the One,
You are the slayer, I am the slain.

Oh soul, when you mount to your flame-built throne
Will you dream no dream of the broken clay?
Will you breathe o’er the stars in your pathway strown,
No sigh for the daisies of yesterday?

As you wander the shining corridors,
A lonely wave in the ocean of light,
Have you never a thought of the lake’s lost shores,
Or the fire-lit cottage dim and white?

Shall not the dear smell of the rain-wet soil
Through the windless spheres and the silence float?
Shall not my hands that are brown with toil
Take your dreams and high desires by the throat?

Behold, I reach forth from beyond the years,
I will cry to you from beneath the sod,
I will drag you back from the starry spheres,
Yea, down from the very bosom of God.

You cannot hide from the sun and the wind,
Or the whispered song of the April rain,
The proud earth that moulds all things to her mind,
Shall gather you out of the deeps again.

You shall follow once more a wandering fire,
You shall gaze again on the starlit sea,
You shall gather roses out of the mire:
Alas, but you shall not remember me.

More photos of friends: 1. Kamili, 2. Ana Mirtha, Natali and Carla, 3. Jed and Pablo,

Ruben and Jillian Face off

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Marta could care less...

ARAM

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

That is Aram's DJ face, I think.

natali and me

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

I think that we are on the floor....

Deep Conversation

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

Jed, Aram and Pablo deep in discussion at my house last term

Jonas and I

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

This is my friend Jonas and I at a party at our house.

Miss Carrie B

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

This is one of my dear friends....Miss Brown.

me ruben and marta

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Originally uploaded by Jillianlynn.

This is part of my family in London. Natali is taking the picture. Me, Ruben, and Marta on top!

Freewill Astrology

Cancer
When Emperor Joseph II heard Mozart's opera Abduction from the Seraglio in 1782, he remarked, "Too many notes, my dear Mozart, too many notes!" Sound familiar? I suspect you are exuding so much complex beauty and mysterious intelligence that, like Mozart, you may elicit responses akin to the emperor's. Don't take it personally. Though it is possible you'll get a bit excessive, what's more likely is that you'll be as deep and rich and concentrated and emotive and vivid as you need to be in order to express what's true for you right now. Will that make some people feel nervous or overwhelmed? Probably.

Ready, Set, Go......

This last week was the LISPA week of head shaving.

Ruben

Diogo

Here is a tiny photo of cabaret Night!

Johnson & Langenfeld, Ukulele duo

One of the best nights I've had in London yet!! Oh and this was the first time we had performed this act in front of an audience. Good times....

Much Love, Jillian

Cancer Horoscope for week of February 1, 2007

You're being compelled to get reacquainted with forbidden dreams and buried secrets and hidden truths. Be honest: It's not so bad; it's probably even a bit thrilling. Though it may generate some pungent and poignant dramas, you've got to admit that the dramas are pretty entertaining. And besides, if you can find a way to feel amused as you cooperate with these forbidden dreams and buried secrets and hidden truths, they will ultimately dissolve obstacles that have been postponing your future.

feliz cumple de lispa

This is a video my friend Pablo did for his mom's birthday. It teeters between sweet, creepy, weird and silly. It's wonderful.

A friend sent me a link to this site that gives you your past life. It's silly, but fun.

Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Australia around the year 1375. Your profession was that of a sailor or shoemaker.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life:Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:There is an invisible connection between the material and the spiritual world. Your lesson is to search, find and use this magical bridge.

Pictures, Pictures, Pictures......Here are some photos of my lovely classmates. Oh goodness how I love them....

At the top and going to the left: Natali (my beautiful flatmate, que linda!), Karim displaying the lispa/Naropa placard, Rebecca at Christmas!, uhm..that one with the monocle is me, Diogo and Carrie, Pablo and Baerbel (rebecca is in the background).

Much more to come. Love.

I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier

and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did
to Tom Sawyer
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

Her Kind
by Anne Sexton

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.



The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator
by Anne Sexton

The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night alone, I marry the bed.

I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

She took you the way a woman takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today’s paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

This last week was a little raw for me. I don't know if it was due to hormones, lack of sleep or just because of the moon. But I was feeling really closed. I was emotionally roller coastering and not really paying much attention to the quiet part of my personality. I was externally striving all week instead of taking stock with my personal energy, space, and needs. This morning I woke and meditated. Then I went downstairs and cooked a proper healthy and delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs with onions, garlic, red pepper, and broccoli. Simply chopping vegetable, putting oil in the pan felt like just what my mind needed. My incestant thoughts about pointless information quieted and I focused for the first time in a week. Watching the onion grow soft, the garlic brown, and then I put the scrambled eggs into the pan and watched it turn white and yellow and then seep into the broccoli and cover all of the vegetables until the egg gets solid and the whole mixture became a beautiful garden scramble. When I was done I cut up a Mango, which has become one of my favorite activities. I love slicing the peel of and eating the mango meat off of the peel. Then when I have cut the skin off, I thoroughly enjoy slicing the oval mango into weird obblong slices. I allow my hands to drip with mango juice and lick it off my fingers. After eating off the seed, I then slurp the big chunks into my mouth. The flavor of mango is delicious.

So, now that cooking has righted my mind and put me back on a more open track. The sun is shining today in London and you can see blue sky for the first time in a week or so. It's going to be a good day, a good month, and a good rest of the year.
I can feel it.

Much Love.

Cancer Horoscope for week of January 11, 2007
If you're not rejected or refused at least once in early 2007, you're probably not trying hard enough. Life is dying to teach you a thing or two about not giving up no matter what. The gods of success won't hand you your purple heart, let alone your intelligence upgrade, until you prove that you can fight ferociously for your dreams even when you're a bit puzzled. Here's a formula that will serve you well during your heroic (but amusing!) ordeal: Find a way to coordinate your spiritual longing with your creative rage. Here's another tip: Learn to identify and capitalize on the fertile chaos that's all mixed up with the plain old ordinary chaos.

Cancer Horoscope for week of January 4, 2007

I predict that you won't punch out Paris Hilton in a bar in 2007. Nor will you buy your own Lear jet, train to be a Shaolin Kung Fu monk, or get a clip-on nose ring. Leather chaps? I bet you won't wear them even once, nor will you sneak into your old high school at night and spray-paint obscenities on the walls. In the coming year, you might, on the other hand, get a tattoo of the glyph for infinity. You may obtain a ceremonial sword and use it in a ritual to symbolically cut away a certain dead-end fantasy you've been clinging to even though it's no damn good for you. You could also go on a quest to satisfy your oldest curiosity, and learn a lot about how to control your emotions without repressing them.

Happy New Years

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 2007!

I had a crazy new year night. It started at a classmates house and then we got on the tube to go to Central London to watch fireworks as the year turned, but the tube was slow so the year turned while we were riding the tube. But that is okay because in our underground car there were a bunch of Polish people on their way to Central London as well. They were singing and dancing and so we joined in! It was a blast. Then when we got to central london the streets were packed. And I mean really packed, shoulder to shoulder, and people were climbing on to of phone booths and screaming happy new year! Everyone was happy, there was no violence or danger. So, I of course got up on a phone booth as well, so did my friends Ruben and Jonas. Amazing view....sadly no video or photos, but then we decided to go towards the river! So we made our way down to the river, there were people everywhere and police on horses. I think i may have peed in the street (this is a right of passage in London, you must pee in the streets at least once). Finally we all got home and it was a good night.

Here is some video of the earlier parts of the evening because I forgot about my camera the drunker I got. Much Love!!!