oh what a night!

"Late December back in '63...."

Or every night in London. I was showing my padre the Jersey Boys version of "December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)" and I miss everybody! And Palace Court.

jiggety jig

Home again, home again.

It is 6 a.m.

I have been awake for 2 hours.

Weird.

I am listening to "Oliver!" right now and talking to Ririe. Ririe has been up since 2:30, poor thing.

I was not happy to be home yesterday. I just wanted to go back and it was the worst. 

But today will be better I'm sure. I have to go to P-town to get a transcript so if you're in the area you may be getting a ring from me later. Sit by your phones. :]

I'd do anything for you, dear, anything for you mean everything to me

I know that I'd go anywhere for your smile, anywhere for your smile everywhere I see.

I'd risk everything for one kiss, everything, yes I'd do anything anything for you.

very last

I am probably a little bit nuts because I have not been to sleep all night and it is 7:07 AM here. But it was our last night in London. More than half the house is already gone. Kate leaving made me cry (can you believe it??) and now I'm sitting here not wanting to believe that I have to go back and that this isn't my home anymore.
I have loved Hyde Park. I have loved Thorntons (half the time). I have loved Pizza Hut (especially when they make chocolate pazooki's for us). I have loved the National Gallery. I have loved the coach. I have loved breakfast - when everyone asks what you did last night and what are your plans for today. I have loved Portabello. I have loved these people. I am a different person thanks to them.
So, now that my sob-story is over (for now) I will figure out how to get to Heathrow (Bayswater to Glouster to Terminal 4 I do believe). And I will maybe just shut my eyes for an hour before I get up, clean up, and get lost.
I am pretty tired right now. I love the Center but I realize that I don't want to stay here now; not when the people who made it what it was are MIA. See you in Provo this fall, minus Kate and Chels and Kathryn. The rest of you - be there or be square.
Adios, with love, from London.

coming home

Since the list of reasons I don't want to come home and things that I will miss is WAY too long, here is a list of reasons I am excited to come home:

• My bed (it is so wonderful and huge and cushy)
• My shower (I always miss my shower. This is because it is the best shower in the world)
• These:

• The Bachelorette (I am so excited. And I can watch just the good parts, minus stupid commercials pretty much)
• Glee (So sue me. I blame Kate and "You're Having My Baby")
• Hawaii
• No more school! Huzzah!
• American sized portions and prices
• The cheapy dollar
• A closet full of clothes
• To chuck my shoes that I have just worn totally out
• Summertime

Except... how about I just stay here? I really think that's the best option. Family, just come on over. We'll be set.

Thank goodness we're all in Provo (minus Chelsea and Kate) in the fall. Thank-Good-ness.

Apparently

I am really bad at blogging. Soorry! I will post something sometime soon.

Would you like me to be more vague than that? :]

I'm still loving, not wanting to leave London. We'll see. I might just move over here. I'll keep you posted.