Yeah I have a DiviantART page and have been uploading some of my favorite pictures there. I hoping to be able to scan some of my pictures that I have taken to show everyone. We'll see ( Read more... )

So yeah I wrote this a few days ago and sent it out to people's e-mails, but I was missing a few e-mails *cough**cough* Hannah ( Read more... )

Dallas/Fort Worth airport sucks. I'm rather board. If you want to see pictures go to http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/herbal_tee/album?.dir=/1793

I leave in the morning. I'm not too excited about having to walk to the Tube (the subway in London) with my backpack and a rolley and my messenger bag and. Blah!
Other than that it will be nice to see the other part of my family especially my cousin David.

I guess for the most part I'm ready to get settled in, in my dorm room in Norwich.

Hey all...I write this five days from my departure to another land and another world. It is odd to think that I will be a stranger once again in a strange land. This adventure is one that I think I will take in stride as I meet people that I would never imagine meeting and going places I have only dreamed of as I lie awake in bed at night. As I ( Read more... )

I just talked to a real life English woman and I do believe their accents are funny. It made me giddy.
And yes I admit that I am excited to that extent about their accents.

And update on my life ( Read more... )

Hey I'm at camp. Sorry I haven't been updating on my exciting life.

Send me a letter and I'll write you. I promise. I already wrote me friend Kate in Cali!

Herbal Tee
10300 SE Camp Namanu Rd
Sandy Oregon 97055

So I'm back home and of course sitting in front of my computer. Its been an interesting couple of days being back home. But don't fret I haven't left the drama of Eugene in my wake. This is mainly due to Cameron hating Dan and Dan (which in my opinion isn't unwarrented). Yeah the whole thing that went down is pretty much summed up in the action or ( Read more... )

Its 2:36 at night as I sit and stare into my computer. I listen to my Brazilian melodies, wonding what anguish they might be talking about. Or maybe in stressing the verb, it is happiness they are conveying. I don't want to leave this place that I am now calling home, yet I long to somewhere else, somewhere distant somewhere far. The place of my ( Read more... )