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H'ok. Time for an update. It's been awhile since I've even thought about getting on a computer. Things have been particularly hectic with my birthday, moving into the apartment, becoming acquainted with London, figuring out schedules, planning my internship, site-seeing, etc.
I'm officially in the flat, and I love it. Lesley and I share a big room with green walls, purple curtains, and a view of rooftops that I have yet to take pictures of. (I love rooftops). I'll take some pictures of things and update them as soon as I get my camera cable and Internet in the flat. I have only a couple complaints about the living situation. 1)Emily, the psycho flatmate. She spent this morning screaming at her roommates for dividing the drawers and bureaus in their room evenly. I think my favorite quote was, "You guys KNOW I didn't want to live with you, and now you're doing this without taking to me? It's unfair." It was at that point that Marissa, Lesley, Chelsea and I ran out the door. Also, since we found the flat last Monday and moved in on Thursday, they didn't have time to clean it. There is a lot of dust all over the place, but according to the agency, it'll be cleaned on Monday. I'm thankful I don't have allergies.
My birthday was a quick one. A common misconception about England/Europe is that alcohol is ALWAYS available. Untrue. The pubs close at 11 PM. Oh well. We used our hour and a half at the pub down the road to make friends with the Australian barman while Lesley hit on/was hit on by some Frenchies. We returned to said pub last night and met up with the Frenchies again. Surprisingly, they're not creepy and they said I was "very beautiful" and Chelsea and Marissa are "sexy" so I approve. Also, we discovered a new drink...Snake Bite. It's half hard cider, half beer, with a shot of currant liqueur. We also made better friends with the barman and bought him a shot. It's good to be in stumbling distance of a place like that.
I learned some creepy things the other day about staying safe in London. Apparently lots of fake cabs roam around and sit outside pubs at closing time. If a driver offers you a ride, don't take it. Real cabbies just sit and read the paper and wait for you to come to them. Also, I guess there are lots of fake ATMs around. Not fun.
On Thursday I meet Lord Foulkes (pronounced Fooks). We'll see how that goes. For now, I must leave this Internet cafe/hookah bar and go meandering.
Chao.
Nah
I'm officially in the flat, and I love it. Lesley and I share a big room with green walls, purple curtains, and a view of rooftops that I have yet to take pictures of. (I love rooftops). I'll take some pictures of things and update them as soon as I get my camera cable and Internet in the flat. I have only a couple complaints about the living situation. 1)Emily, the psycho flatmate. She spent this morning screaming at her roommates for dividing the drawers and bureaus in their room evenly. I think my favorite quote was, "You guys KNOW I didn't want to live with you, and now you're doing this without taking to me? It's unfair." It was at that point that Marissa, Lesley, Chelsea and I ran out the door. Also, since we found the flat last Monday and moved in on Thursday, they didn't have time to clean it. There is a lot of dust all over the place, but according to the agency, it'll be cleaned on Monday. I'm thankful I don't have allergies.
My birthday was a quick one. A common misconception about England/Europe is that alcohol is ALWAYS available. Untrue. The pubs close at 11 PM. Oh well. We used our hour and a half at the pub down the road to make friends with the Australian barman while Lesley hit on/was hit on by some Frenchies. We returned to said pub last night and met up with the Frenchies again. Surprisingly, they're not creepy and they said I was "very beautiful" and Chelsea and Marissa are "sexy" so I approve. Also, we discovered a new drink...Snake Bite. It's half hard cider, half beer, with a shot of currant liqueur. We also made better friends with the barman and bought him a shot. It's good to be in stumbling distance of a place like that.
I learned some creepy things the other day about staying safe in London. Apparently lots of fake cabs roam around and sit outside pubs at closing time. If a driver offers you a ride, don't take it. Real cabbies just sit and read the paper and wait for you to come to them. Also, I guess there are lots of fake ATMs around. Not fun.
On Thursday I meet Lord Foulkes (pronounced Fooks). We'll see how that goes. For now, I must leave this Internet cafe/hookah bar and go meandering.
Chao.
Nah