Seeing movies alone...

Well, sadly this was not a first. I mean, I've seen movies in theaters by myself. Lame, I know. It's even lamer that my first movie I ever saw by myself was LOTR (Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship) because none of my friends wanted to see it with me. Yep, I'll admit it, I love LOTR. I love Star Wars, but I loathe Star Trek, now that's just for total dorks. I know you're thinking, wow she loves LOTR and Star Wars, but she thinks Star Trek is lame. Well, it's really just how I feel. But, I'm a geek at heart. What can I say? I remember having slumber parties (in Middle School) where we would try our very best to watch all 3 Star Wars movies, this was before the new, CG, slightly decent Star Wars movies came out. In Middle School we never made it past The Empire Strikes Back, but I digress. So I went to see a non-nerdy movie by myself: "The Proposal". Chick-flick. Cute. I'm a sucker for romantic comedies. I have been since I was little. So I went to see this movie because both of my parents left me in London to head back home to LA. It's okay because I can do whatever I want here. Drink, smoke have massive orgies....j/k. I just drink and smoke by myself while my two lovely dogs watch. They are my heart and if they weren't here to accompany me while I cook, drink and smoke, my friends would have a international suicide case on their hands.

After the movie, which I loved, because I've loved Ryan Reynolds was staring in it, and I've loved him since he first came onto the movie scene in one of the greatest movies ever made....National Lampoon's: Van Wilder. I mean I've seen that movie at least 40 times. I would watch it and re-watch it with my high school friends until we could recite each and every line to each other....you know, back when that was cool. After the movie I went to Sainsbury (a grocery store here in London) to shop for my dinner tonight. I made Creamy Lemon Chicken with Roasted Potatoes & Artichokes. It was good. That's what I have filled my days with here in London...cooking. It's awesome because I'm getting the experience that I've never had time for before, so this is now the highlight of my day.

So now, I've made dinner, which was decent, but I roasted the potatoes too long and honestly I'm full on Strongbow and cigarettes. And now I'm blogging, just like I promised....only after drinking. You're welcome!

Once I finished preparing dinner (and drinking 4 Strongbows, which are in larger portions then the regular canned beer in the US, because England is awesome!) I decided I needed to drink more. I'm here alone with nothing else to do, so I do what I usually do when I'm bored....I drink. I'm on my 5th Stongbow and feeling great! But one thing that did annoy me on my trip to Tesco (another grocery store here, come on people, get with it) was that I sobered up a bit on my walk there. Not freakin' cool. And then, when I went to check out with my 4 pack of Strongbow and 1 litre of Strongbow and ciggs the check-out lady asked me if I was having a party. No! I'm not having a party. I just want some cider! Lord! Are we in North Korea?! I would get this question in America as well. I'm just trying to buy my weeks/nights worth of booze and I get the derogatory question of "are you having a party?". No lady, I just wanna booze. And if that boozing is by myself, then so be it! Damn it, I can't escape that shit, even here in the land of drinking....now that shit is just messed up! I will close tonight with...the road goes on forever and the party never ends....sorry, I was listening to Robert Earl Keen while cooking. You know what, I'm not fucking sorry. He's awesome.

The Beginning

First of all, I can't spell. It took me 6 tries to spell "beginning", no fucking joke! How sad is that?! I actually had to go into Microsoft fucking Word to get the right spelling. I mean, I graduated from SMU as an English major and I can barely spell....that really shows you what money can buy you....not fucking much! Well, except friends. 

Secondly, I've picked up where my glorious predecessor (KH) stopped, quite shortly, might I add. I will be blogging after drinking (her super original idea). I'm like the Vince Vaughn character in Wedding Crashers, taking after his truly genius antecedent, Will Ferrell. But this is the the only way I can think to do things best. My mind will be in the right place, I will be more truthful and just things will be greater, for you and for me!

Thirdly, I'm an American living in London. That was my blog title, but like 30 people already had that title, and it's too generic, so I went with "I'm with Ed" much more fitting for me. This was all with the help of my bff R. 

Just as I said, this blog is named "I'm with Ed" this refers to my (temporary) glorious countrymen Ed Westwick. Famed as Chuck from Gossip Girl. If you didn't know that, then you probably shouldn't be reading this blog. It's just that simple. I will talk about simple things, but important in my life. If you don't get it, please don't ask questions, just Google it. It will be easier for all of us, and by that I mean me.

Now that was the just the intro, to start my first blog post I need to lay down this info: I've always loved London. I've been an anglophile since I can remember. Watching Pride & Prejudice with Colin Firth time and time again, loving England from the first time I stepped foot on this magnificent land and wishing and failing horribly to have my very own British accent. (I tried this once in England and an American told me I sounded stupid, so ya.) I spend a summer semester at Oxford and it was possibly the best few months of my life. Really, best ever. I couldn't really tell you what I did, but I could tell you where I drank at. The classes started at 8am and the nights went well after 2am filled with massive, and I mean massive amounts of alcohol. We were champions, living, drinking gods. Well, some of us. Of course, my peeps were all champs, but that's a different story which includes snorting spicy British mustard, but again, a different story and I don't honestly think I would consider snorting spicy mustard would rank at the level of champion anymore, but those were the days. But now, back to present day...

My 2 weeks here in London have consisted of walking around, lunching and shopping. Ya, ya, ya it's sounds amazing, and it's actually been pretty cool, but throw in living with your parents, missing the shit out of your friends in America and not being able to smoke, life gets a bit rough! The past few nights have been me staying up late watching horribly old American tv re-runs and talking to my friends over gchat. And when I say talking to friends over gchat, I mean annoying the hell out of them while they are at work. The time difference blows a big one. Usually they just ignore me, take 10 minutes to respond or I'll just keep talking until they throw me a frickin' bone of a resonse of "haha ya". Each day I see myself missing home more and hating my life in London just a little bit more. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love London, but without friends, endless drinking sessions and smoke filled pubs, this place feels like prison....and a total fucking sham of what I remember as London!

To end on a happier note, my dad leaves for America tomorrow (my mom's already there), so I'll be back to filling my lungs with carcinogens, namely tobacco ladened products. Sweet! Sounds good to me.