Time is running out...

I am actually writing this blog to pass the time until my laundry is done, so sorry if this ends up being scatterbrained. I miss my mother's washing machines sooooooooooooo much. High efficiency, fast, blue...maybe blue isn't that important but it is pretty nifty! Mainly I miss the dryer, my clothes have been in the dryer for almost 2 hours, we'll see if they're done soon.

So my time in London (supposed to be till 2012, but I guess life had other ideas) is quickly coming to an end. School will be out Dec. 10th and my flight back to the US is on Jan. 5th. Trying to get everything I wanted to do...uh...done.

I am packing again. If there was one thing in life that I could go without doing ever again it probably wouldn't be packing, but it'd, y'know, be up there. Maybe paying for shipping would be higher...

It has definitely turned to winter in London town. Wellies and umbrellas are recommended for any time outside. And OH MY GOSH!!! It is soooo freaking cold...and I've lived through blizzards while in a house with no electricity. And with all this rain my skylight (the one I fell in love with when I first moved into this flat) is leaking double time. Walking under it is like Chinese water torture.

Well, I think it's time to put the wellies back on and walk to the laundry room. Oh yeah, forgot to mention the laundry room is in another building, another fact I took for granted with the washer and dryer my parents own and keep inside the house, geniuses they are!

Every Woman Has A Coby.

Aaaalllll my life I have fantasized about marrying a charming Scotsman, but if that plan should fail a nice Englishman was second on the list. I had plans of living in London with him in a posh flat over looking Regents, or Hyde, something of that ilk. And we'd have adorably UK children with names like Callum and Eloise.

Well, now that I am here, all I can dream about are American men. They talk about football(pig skin, mind you!), laugh at fart jokes, and generally don't dress nicer than me(which makes me feel better about myself :-p). Most American girls are probably saying "eewww" right now, but honestly, (hate me if you like) American boys>UK boys. It's just the way it is. I'll say to each his own, but in my mind my statement rings truth. I have found most Englishman to be stuck up and rude. Prove me wrong boys?

Are you wondering who Coby is? Ha, well, he's my current "dream man" though I think it's only because I really like his band and the freaking cute lead singer is married(but I am so happy for you, Max and Sherri!!). I'm obviously straying from the original meaning of "Every Man Has A Molly" but I know we've all had that ideal person who we will most likely never meet and, in truth, we've no idea if they are even someone we could stand to have a proper chat with. Since I am met with douchers and jerks whilst on the rainy island, I will dream about a nice drummer boy from America. Until I meet my actual man (or if you're up for a date, call me, Coby ;-D) I'll just wistfully sigh and play "Mara and Me" once again.