Have I mentioned how much I love London?
Seriously, I love London. Today the high was 45. Tomorrow: 43. It will dip later in the week, though, with the atrociously low temperature of... 38.
*ducks rotten fruit and pointy objects*
Sorry. I don't mean to rub it in or anything, but this is precisely one of the reasons why I came here. Two dollars for broccoli? No problem. Six for a tiny, little tv dinner? Sure, why not? As long as I don't have the skin peeled off my face as soon as I step outside and my fingers freeze into slender ice cubes and my legs don't stiffen into poles so that I'm ambling down the street like someone who had knee surgery instead of walking properly. So tonally do not want to do that ever again. as much as you complain about the cold here, it's nothing. Locals are shocked when I convert -10 (the lowest high I've been in) Fahrenheit into Celsius (-23, much more impressive sounding).
In other not so amazing news, apparently my classes don't start until the 10th. My flight leaves PR on the 3rd because I thought I started the 5th. *head desk* So I don't know if I have enough miles to change the flight to a later date without paying or if I'd have to pay anyway or if I should do it at all since I have two essays due the 12th, but my grandparents/ aunt/uncle are going there the 3rd, too, and they'll find out that my classes start the 10th because it will inevitably come up and I think people are going to insist that I stay and I do want to, but the essay is worrying me because the house is really distracting. Argh. Seriously, what is it with me and run on sentences?
I'm dreading seeing my two (ex) friends again, though one of them I can avoid completely. I really don't want to see her now. She's too much of hypocrite. She loves to give suggestions (which sometimes are no more than veiled orders) on how to rearrange your life, but she admits that it pisses her off to be citied. I really don't feel like dealing with that.
*ducks rotten fruit and pointy objects*
Sorry. I don't mean to rub it in or anything, but this is precisely one of the reasons why I came here. Two dollars for broccoli? No problem. Six for a tiny, little tv dinner? Sure, why not? As long as I don't have the skin peeled off my face as soon as I step outside and my fingers freeze into slender ice cubes and my legs don't stiffen into poles so that I'm ambling down the street like someone who had knee surgery instead of walking properly. So tonally do not want to do that ever again. as much as you complain about the cold here, it's nothing. Locals are shocked when I convert -10 (the lowest high I've been in) Fahrenheit into Celsius (-23, much more impressive sounding).
In other not so amazing news, apparently my classes don't start until the 10th. My flight leaves PR on the 3rd because I thought I started the 5th. *head desk* So I don't know if I have enough miles to change the flight to a later date without paying or if I'd have to pay anyway or if I should do it at all since I have two essays due the 12th, but my grandparents/ aunt/uncle are going there the 3rd, too, and they'll find out that my classes start the 10th because it will inevitably come up and I think people are going to insist that I stay and I do want to, but the essay is worrying me because the house is really distracting. Argh. Seriously, what is it with me and run on sentences?
I'm dreading seeing my two (ex) friends again, though one of them I can avoid completely. I really don't want to see her now. She's too much of hypocrite. She loves to give suggestions (which sometimes are no more than veiled orders) on how to rearrange your life, but she admits that it pisses her off to be citied. I really don't feel like dealing with that.