We did it! We found poetry! And Mahogany Browne was featuring! And she was AMAZING! The slam was WEIRD, though. 
I had to go first, and my score of 23 was the HIGHEST of the night until the last two poets read. Yeah - a 23. Out of 30. Freaking crazy. It gets weirder - one guy read 3 short poems instead of one 3-minute, another guy passed out brochures with his poem and promotional material for himself before he read, and the last poet was introduced by the very impartial host as "by far the best poet living in london." It was a zoo. I got candy, though, which was pretty cool, and a publishing fellow talked to me after the slam about doing a feature sometime while I'm here, so we'll see how that goes. I should probably start memorizing some poems. Mahogany is doing a couple more features this week, so I think we're gonna just follow her around and look for some more poetry connections in the city.
In other news, I hiked over seven miles on Friday, and my legs almost fell off. No, seriously. I almost needed peg legs. Yes, both of them - don't question it.
I had to go first, and my score of 23 was the HIGHEST of the night until the last two poets read. Yeah - a 23. Out of 30. Freaking crazy. It gets weirder - one guy read 3 short poems instead of one 3-minute, another guy passed out brochures with his poem and promotional material for himself before he read, and the last poet was introduced by the very impartial host as "by far the best poet living in london." It was a zoo. I got candy, though, which was pretty cool, and a publishing fellow talked to me after the slam about doing a feature sometime while I'm here, so we'll see how that goes. I should probably start memorizing some poems. Mahogany is doing a couple more features this week, so I think we're gonna just follow her around and look for some more poetry connections in the city.
In other news, I hiked over seven miles on Friday, and my legs almost fell off. No, seriously. I almost needed peg legs. Yes, both of them - don't question it. It was beautiful. We hiked somewhere around Surrey, by Boxhill to Leatherhead (small towns about 30 minutes outside of London.) Apparently there is something in Jane Austen's Emma about Boxhill (any idea, Sarah?) This was one of the paths we took - a little stepping-stone bridge.
I started my new job at HMV on Saturday, and I LOVE it. I had no idea how hard it apparently was to get the job, but one of my managers told me he gets 400-500 CVs (british resumes) a WEEK. Yeah, that means I'm amazing. Or lucky.... we'll go with amazing. Apparently it's also the 2nd largest music store in Europe. (The largest is HMV's Oxford Circus location, just a few blocks away.) I work in "back of store" which is the rock/pop, metal, vinyl, dance and urban section. It's been tough to remember to say "pounds" instead of dollars when I'm working the till (that's what they call the cash register...silly, isn't it?) I messed it up once, and the guy I was helping was a real dick about it, so I punched him in the throat. Ok, that's not true, but I gave him a less-than-cordial "thank you" when I was done. Take that, man.
Let's see...what else.....umm.... I decided that I'm starting to get just a little home-sick, but not necessarily for home. I think I'm starting to miss familiarity in general. I'm having a really great time here, and I still love it, but I have been wanting nothing more than to play zombies with the roommates, sit in my hammock, or have a Wednesday night at the Coffee House. These things are all very regular and familiar to me, and though I'm building my own familiarities here, I still feel like a visitor. And I miss people. You should all come visit me. Get on that. You can take turns sleeping on my couch.
Wait a minute! Have I posted pictures of my room yet?! 
I don't remember. Here you go.... aww....it's small! Well, look at it on facebook, then.
I don't remember. Here you go.... aww....it's small! Well, look at it on facebook, then. I am going home. To my small room. Goodnight, moon.
stacy
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