Power Hour
Last evening I participating in my first power hour ever. I'm not sure how many I actually did or if we even finished, but I did it nonetheless, and I survived. You would be so proud, Dad (that's what you get for reading this.) After we went to O Bar which this three level bar in Soho. Somehow some of us got into the VIP section upstairs, but it wasn't that special cuz it just had leather couches and candles and I can't say that it made me feel like a "very important person." When we went back downstairs with everyone else the usual dancing and singing with each other ensued, and then we got home without getting into toooo much trouble before we left. Only three more weekends left in London. I'm gonna miss the bright lights of Picadilly and taking the night bus. I should be writing a paper today but after being here for three months I'm still convinced I'm on vacation and essays on Puritanism or Jeremy Bentham do not exist in this fantasy world. I wish the weather would make up it's mind cuz I would really like some sunshine right about now and less hail and wetness. Is it really April?