The Housemates

Let me take the time to introduce you to my housemates.

Fi is always changing her hair color.

Fi is a girl I met when I studied in Brighton in fall 2008. We had a course together and quickly became friends. She and I enjoy the same type of music and bands, and we have similar senses of humor. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be quoted in this blog quite a bit. I really appreciate her letting me live in her room for a month.

Max is sings and plays guitar.

This is Max, and Max is the future rock star that is going to, and probably already does, make all the girls swoon but won’t let it go to his head. He is in a band and is very talented. Max is one of the politest people who I’ve met in the UK and literally offered me a sweater to wear my first night here. Check out his band “The Vaudeville.” As soon as I get the proper disk, I will post some videos of them on here.

This is James Goding. Everyone calls him Goding, but because of my accent, I need to stick with James. He is the “posh” one in the group. James is going to school for math and is quite philosophical. I’ve had a lot of interesting conversations with him and am learning a lot, especially while we watch American Dad and Family Guy.

James (Left) Jon (Right) watch TV in the morning together.

Jon is an interesting character who’s hard to tie down with words. His mannerisms remind me of Hunter S. Thompson, but he’s a little gentler than that persona. If I could go with one descriptor that I know would fit, it would be the “starving artist.” He is quite the clever one, and we are going to his art show on Tuesday.

Finally there is Chris. I don’t see much of him, but from what I’ve gathered he’s a very chill individual like the Santa Cruz type.

Chris plays guitar and is very responsible.

He is also in a band, and Fi and I will be going to see his show on Wednesday in London.

And this is me at 3 a.m. in the kitchen after waking up to an alarm reminding me of the career fair.

I'm rocking my Sierra Nevada hoodie.

I freaked out and thought the fair was Tuesday and not Wednesday. It’s Wednesday.

So this is the house. It is a lot of fun, and I’m sorry that I didn’t arrive in Brighton sooner.

It is hard to imagine that I would not have met any of these people if I had not e-mailed Fi that day asking if she wanted to hang out after class. One action can determine so much.

I wonder how long it will take for me to pick up their terminology or how long my terminology will be funny to them. I learned “the tea thing” is actually called a kettle. Who knew?

Cheers.

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If Marcia Miller had to pick up everything and leave, then she'd make sure to grab a few things before she left. First, the duffel bag is a must, followed by her laptop and iPod. She grabs her journal next, along with every CD she owns - just in case. Miller pulls off the pictures and concert tickets that adorn her walls. A towel is going to be handy too - this she learned from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Finally, she grabs a handful of pens and her trusty AP Stylebook, throws her duffel back over her back and picks up her purse. Closing the door behind her, she leaves her apartment, heads down the stairs and... Well, Miller heads to your office because she's ready to do a job. She is ready to move at a moment's notice, write what needs to be written, edit what needs to be edited, promote what you think the world needs to know about. Miller's got the personality, the skills and the spunk to succeed in any situation. She's not afraid of trying new things or getting her feet wet. Her moto: If an opportunity doesn't present itself, then create one.
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