i'm sitting in the computer lab writing half-ass answers to shitty questions on antony and cleopatra and thinking about how delicious chipotle sounds right now. mom is sending me american peanut butter because eating british peanut butter straight out of the jar just isn't as satisfying. i need to stop eating so much.
still not completely satisfied with my floater status here in london, but it could be a whole lot worse. a second attempt at roller disco is going down thursday night with some fun locals. attempt #1 failed after one of the girls nearly got mugged (so shady), then i got lost with said girl (who was high the entire time?) in a sketchy and terrifying north london district. tonight is £1 drink night, but i'd rather not subject myself to one particular sorority bitch clique again, so i may pass on that.
time passes quickly. i have been in london for one month and two days. i'm beginning to understand why people never want to come back.
also:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/megan4/mostly boring tourist pictures so far, updates coming soon.