My Life in Bullet Points

Since coming back from Europe, I have been in major UK-withdrawal. Therefore, I am a bit against rambling away my life in lots of well-thought out and honestly way too long thought processes, and will now merely sum up my life in bullet points:

• Best sixteenth birthday a girl could ever ask for.

Yes, it was this awesome.

• Moving to Cardiff forever.

I'll never let go, Jack!

• Got a new German Shepherd puppy. 

Her name is Nala. But I call her Psycho Fuzzball.

•  AP English Literature summer assignment. 
• Phineas and Ferb.
• Nutella
• Ritz crackers
• Newsies
• My Newsies shirt

Headlines don't sell papes, Newsies sell papes.

• Writing new book.
• Co-writing new play.
• Editing old book.
• Still awaiting agents.
• Spoof projects on a roll--86 page spoof screenplay? Check. 
• Passed AP exam (but not with the score I wanted =/)
• Still slacking off on doing Driver's Ed
• Singing "Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated" incessantly. 
• Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
• Neil Patrick Harris's existence in general
• Hospital procedure on Wednesday
• Greatly improved fake British accent
• Reading The Poisonwood Bible.
• Recommends The Mermaid Chair.
• Inception. 
• Inception.
• Inception.
• Lots of journaling.
• Lots of dream recording.
• Because of Inception.

My life, in bullet points. Tally ho! 

Breathing Reality

Here I am. Best friend by my side. Nine days until my sixteenth birthday. In what is undoubtedly the most amazing city in the world. Without my luggage. And with a 100th blog post to write.

So, without my luggage? Doesn't sound ideal. But in all honesty, when we found out our bags were checked to New York (where we connected flights and picked up Alyson) but not to London, I really didn't care. I had made it here--my trip was real. I'm getting my luggage tomorrow, it's not the end of the world.

So with my new sonic screwdriver and a journal of impossible things, I'm sitting in the most adorable London hotel after a day of trying not to fall asleep so I don't mess up my jetlag, and I am nothing but happy. I've been planning this trip for a year, and therefore had a year to worry about how many things could go wrong.

And while it may have been true nine months ago, I did not walk into this trip expecting everything to be perfect. Things went wrong--but little things, little hitches that honestly made everything more exciting. Little things that could have easily made me flip my cap and go insane, but things that I instead began laughing about and still managed to sit in the car staring out at London for the first time with eyes wide open.

This year has been wonderful in change for me--where I can take many more things in stride than before I could not. While I might still worry over every possible hitch that could go off, I no longer worry about them into the point where I literally breathe them into reality, or where I get myself sick fearing it. Its a rough change, but not bad for an almost sixteen year old with severe crazy issues, am I right?

Anyway.

I couldn't be happier that my 100th blog post takes place in London. I couldn't be happier that I have successfully breathed reality into my dream of taking a friend to Europe and staying in a castle in Scotland. I couldn't be happier that I have a sonic screwdriver that I can pretend opens my hotel door when I shove my room key against the door in good timing. I couldn't be happier that I am happier.

London is great. It truly is, and the trip hasn't fully started yet.

Thanks for the reads, whoever you are. It's been wonderful having this place to talk.

My Internet connection here is slow, but I'll try and post updates anyway. 'Til next time, then, allons-y!

Mini-Blog: Spelunking goes international

Well, tomorrow's the day. I'll be traveling to London, and I'll be back in eleven days. I don't know what the Internet situation is going to be like there--probably Internet in London, but probably not in Scotland--and even still, how much I'm going to be online. If I can, I will blog, but if not, you know where I am.


So, for reals this time, allons-y!

Tally ho works, too. Oh, what the heck, let's make this a shmorgasborg: Geronimo!


-disappears-

What a crazy, random, happenstance!

Please understand that reference. If not, go here. Now. Do it. Do it now. Or it's curtains for you! Lacy, gently wafting curtains.

Freeze ray. Tell your friends.

Anyway, yesterday I was at Scripps hospital for an appointment, and I ran into not one, but two random people in separate groups who recognized me from one of my high school's numerous productions. I was wearing my Taming of the Shrew shirt, which obviously helps with that, but seriously, I wasn't expecting to get recognized on the street this soon.

Heh, kidding, but you get my point. I was befuddled, though, because I'm not sure they'd be able to recognize me from Leading Ladies without my gray hair and otherwise terrifying(ly awesome) demeanor, and I was an extra in the other plays so I have no idea why I'd stand out like that.

Maybe it was just the shirt. It's always the shirt.

It was cool, anyway. Pretty good feeling.

Approximately five more days before I leave California behind and jet off to Europe for my sixteenth birthday, with Alyson (I have got to stop plugging her blog on my blog.), for eleven days of PURE AWESOMENESS.

I'm not sure if I've blogged in detail about the trip before, but now that its very much a reality (uh... no pun intended, there), I'll give a little detail:

First, my parents + me + Alyson will arrive in London, where we will stay for six days, save one day where we will take the train out to Cardiff, Wales. In Cardiff, we will embark like the faithful companions we are to the Doctor Who museum, which will be undoubtedly one of the nerdiest and most awesome things I've ever done. We'll also try and see if the Christmas special is being filmed anywhere around there, and if we can get a sneaky-peek of Matt Smith and Karen Gillan.

Okay... not that sneaky.

We'll also be seeing Phantom of the Opera, probably my favorite show there is, which I'm REALLY looking forward to. And then, of course, doing all the other touristy things--museums, sight-seeing, fish n' chips, and all that. Then, for the remaining five days (minus travel), we will be staying at Culzean Castle, in Scotland, which I'm extremely excited for. It will be there that I celebrate my sixteenth birthday (July 18th, what up!) and spend my days frolicking amongst the gardens, horseback riding on the beach, writing and writing and writing and writing... 

Oh, and David Tennant filming a movie in some of the neighboring castles might also have a bit of an impact in my activities. 

Just five more days. I've been planning this trip for over a year. SO LET'S DO THIS. 

Sorry, I'm clearly very excited.

If I have Internet, I'll be sure to post some updates about what's what and who's who (uh... no pun intended, again). 'Til then, peace! ...But not literally. (Again, references)

Tally ho!