F.M.L

Ello Ello.

I'm writing to you today not as the healthy/active girl that you both know and love, but as a gimp. Cripple. Fool, perhaps. What ever you'd like to call it, I've been hurt. Hurt bad.

How did this happen, you ask? Well, it's not like I was running really slow or anything in darkness. And it's not like a bike chain managed to wrap itself around both of my ankles, forcing me down within a matter of mili-seconds, and leaving me curled in the fetal position for a bit longer than necessary. In the middle of the road.

...Or was it...?

Yes folks, this traumatic event I've just described is, in fact, what happened to me last night, and to be perfectly blunt, I was stunned, confused, and p.o'd to the max-so much so, in fact, that I was tempted to yell "PORQUEEEEE" at the top of my lungs. I held back though, which is a good thing b/c had I actually gone ahead with it, I'd probably have to re-think my life a bit.

Anywho, I had to limp around London for 40 minutes afterwards (whilst silently damning the wrath of God) in an attempt to get back home, and hide my face in shame. And maybe cry a little... Don't judge me.

While my left knee's in pretty bad shape, you should have seen what I did to the bus lane...not. Aside from leaving a trail of blood/embarrassment, there's really not much that I could have done since the bus lane=concrete and my knee=flesh+bones. Ouchies.

But whatever, I'm coping. No need to send flowers or chocolates or pizza or anything...that would just be crazy and completely over the top...and appreciated...

As inconvenient as it may be, I've found that this "injury" has been a blessing in disguise. I was supposed to go out tonight/spend money that I don't have on bad, bad things, and now that I've been limping around/can't wear heels, I won't be doing that, meaning the money that I would have spent in a matter of minutes will manage to see the light of day for at least another 24hours. I thank you for that lord, and while your lessons may be painful and incomprehendible at first, I always manage to benefit from them. Today, I've learned to prioritize, b/c if I don't, I fear I'll get hit by a bus next time around. You've also made me symmetrical once again, as now the scars from this spill will match the scars from my last big spill (cough kindergarden) on my right knee. I salute you.

Jessica

London Calling

Hello out there in cyber land. A special hello to Matt Sundby, who's most likely the only one reading this.

Ok SO a ton to talk about since my big leap across the pond. First off, my apartment (or flat) is just adorable...I wuv it. I'll upload some pics once I have the chance since I don't feel like explaining it in written word...too complex to describe really...which is code for me just not wanting to. The area I'm in is really great as well...apparently it's "posh", something that Jonna and I realized only yesterday after exploring the town of Hampstead (which is right next door). I basically want to live in Hampstead, end of conversation.

Secondly, I got a job! Woot woot. At Anthropologie too, which is an obsession of mine (it's THREE stories here...cwazy). Hopefully they like me. And hopefully I get free stuff...just kidding. But seriously. Somewhat of a funny story though, during the interview, which was a group interview as the store is only just opening in the UK, we were all asked what our proudest moment was. Every one else dubbed a moment at work (something like, "one day I sold a shirt to a bitchy customer") as their proudest moment. Not me. No. I decided to talk about how surviving my mom's death was/is my proudest achievement, since it shaped who I am today. And then I almost cried/got choked up/had that quivery voice. And everyone was silent. How embarrassing. I wonder, though, if saying I'm most proud of myself is cocky in some way...

Anywho, I start work on the 3rd, only I don't know my schedule since I have NO IDEA WHAT MY CLASS SCHEDULE IS LIKE. Effing A man.

I don't start school for another two weeks...I think. That place (cough Chelsea College of Art & Design) is driving me crazy...it's nearly impossible to get a hold of any faculty/find an answer to a question. I have no idea what classes I'm taking, when I start, etc. etc., and in all honesty, it makes me want to hurt someone. Specifically someone who works for the school. Maybe I shouldn't write that down, on a public blog of all places. I take it back...I guess...

Anywho, I think that's it for now...I'll get those pics up of my flat asap.

Besos,

Jessica