faces.

Can you imagine having your head lacerated by this face?

Shoot. Can you imagine having your head lacerated at all?

I can't. Bless the souls of all those that fell under that fate. Whether they were truly guilty of treason or just a helpless pawn in the game of politics, like Lady Jane Grey. No one deserves such cruelty.

I mean, this face is cruel and creepy enough.

Like....what is that? An elephant trunk for a nose AND a cleft lip/palate?

toooiiilllleetttt.

If you literally want to LOL/LMAO, you have got to read this.

Her name is Jamie and she's my bunkmate on this here study abroad. The told tale is classic.

you [can't] call me Di.

Have you ever been to afternoon (herbal) tea?

Well I have. It was quite the event. I got all dressed up in my fancies for my inauguration at Kensington Palace (that's Princess Diana's old abode for you non-familiars). I was on my best behavior so I wouldn't disappoint her in the spirit world.



I mean, I really tried to bring on my inner Di. I even did the raised pinky (not shown, obviously), which is kind of a big deal for me since I have a thing about hands. Don't ask. But I totally do.

Anyways, it turns out there is a glitch with the little finger shananigans (I knew I didn't like it) when trying to balance a full cup of tea....it defies the laws of gravity. I quite honestly spilled my tea everywhere and had to use the plates from my scone and lovely pastries, the jam dish, and sugar packets to create an artistic pattern of sorts to disguise the wet mess.....then I got out of there real fast. I'm sorry Di, I really am.

Double Dream Hands.

Musically I like a little bit of everything. I don't confine myself to one genre....so don't judge me for this all of you musical sophisticates. I'm feeling a little vulnerable about this one.

This band has been on my list for awhile now. I have a massive crush on Will, the lead singer. I've done Wikipedia on him and the works....and I follow their youtube channel, where I anxiously await their new post every Wednesday. I'm probably a step below a stalker, if I'm being honest.

Anyways, this week's episode definitely did not disappoint. I'm one hundred and fifty-four times more sure I need to be best friends with them.

(They are the boys....minus the old goof. Duh.)



Shoulder, chin, shoulder shoulder, shoulder...Pat. Pat. Pat. The true dance of champions.

Inns of Court

Spring and I were rather drawn to the regal-ness of this walk's name. (Okay, and the fact that it is also estimated to be the fastest may have something to do with it too....just maybe. Though if this was the case, Mother Nature sure had her way of bestowing justice upon us--it was freezing this day.) Doesn't the name just seem grandeur and historically significant? Well that's because it is, in London's purest form. This walk celebrates the four Inns in London, one to which every lawyer (or "barrister" as the Brits call it) must be a member to. In days long past, let's say like 14th century, they use to house, school, dine, and ecclesiastically uplift all their members--now they act mainly as professional law offices. I wish I had known this while walking, but the textbook seems to think I am some sort of historical protege....which I clearly am not. Instead we were left to make up our own tid-bits of information to suffice our curious minds and avert thoughts regarding the cold.




It was quite a ball for the two of us.

This street was named after Milford, or "Aunt Millie" as the barristers of the late 19th century used to call her. She and her husband owned a bakery in this exact spot and provided special pastries and pies for the young, budding scholars close by. There is good evidence that she frequently rewarded the boys at Lincoln's Inn with a few free extras (they are my own personal preference too).



This is the elaborately decorated light post that Aunt Millie magically enchanted to provide cups of hot cocoa to Lincoln advocates (like us!) on the day she was executed by the uprising barristers of other Inns who caught onto her favoritism. Did I mention yet that she was a rather gifted witch? Well, she was.



I wish I had more pictorial documentation of the other fabulous tales we told; there was a rather clever one regarding a unicorn trapped inside a trinket unknown in the Old Curiosity Shop, where Aunt Millie derived her power. (It's also the place where Charles Dickens was inspired for his novel. I don't think he has ever skipped a beat.)

And this is a more serious picture of me by the Royal Court of Justice. There is no room to embelish details here; I was afraid of being accused of libel and being sentenced to death....I think British historical literature may or may not be influencing these darker thoughts.



Anyhow, I'm sorry this walk AND this post are so weird. We just thought we'd mix it up a little. I was really impressed with the Inns of Court, even causing this once law school-minded student to rethink her decision (for a moment, at least).

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Spring did manage to get her magic cup of hot cocoa in the end. She was quite a happy girl.



Fin.

show me the color.

Why is it that the foods that go through the least amount of artificial processes, (which you would think would require less labor and funds for supplemental ingredients), and aren't nearly as tasty, cost the most money?!

It's the anomaly of my ages.

I need to be more healthy all you cranky market price-deciding people.

....I kind of have the American reputation at stake.

Here's the gossip.

I was instructed to look at the November issue of my church's magazine the Ensign. President Monson's talk from the October General Conference to be exact.

Lo and behold who do I see smiling at me as the representation of all missionaries across the world right now?

THIS boy. And THAT boy. Who's also HERE boy. (forgive my adolescent freshmen giddiness) ....basically the companion of my entire first semester at school.

So funny. You would be the handsome, dapper young man they chose to appear alongside the president of the church, Elder Jorgensen.

And I'm honored to say I dated you.