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So London is pretty amazing. Its freezing, constantly raining, and the first day I went half-catatonic with jet lag. However, everyone is speaking with a British accent which justifies my suffering about ten times over.
So I'm staying in this amazingly posh little flat in the rich section of town (God knows how my broke ass ended up here... guess my tuition is going to good use) and I'm on the sixth floor and there's no elevator (lift, rather, they don't call it an elevator here. Whichever you call it, there wasn't one). So I hauled my two suitcases, carry-on and my purse (which was of course heavier than all of the previous three combined) up six flights of very narrow stairs. I also broke the railing on the stairs when my suitcase fell around a corner and smashed into it, but that's completely beside the point. Anyway, there's eight girls in the flat total and so far I haven't gotten annoyed with a single one of them. They're actually pretty awesome. They're all really different and of course none of them measures up to you guys, but at least I won't be miserable all week.
Seriously, though, this place is AWESOME. EVERYTHING is history... you walk down the street and there's a building that's been there for hundreds of years and locals are walking past it like its nothing. And everything is such a novelty. On the roads, for example, there are painted words on the pavement telling pedestrians to "look left" or "look right" before they cross the road. And of course the cars are on the left side... a source of endless confusion and near death experiences for silly can't-get-it-through-her-head-oops-there-goes-another-angry-car Lindsay. And everyone's speaking in a British accent of course. Our cabby from the airport (actually from the Tube station that we got of at even though it was the wrong stop coming home from the airport) was just such a stereotypical charming British gentleman and for that reason alone I could not stop smiling the entire cab ride. And speaking of gentlemen, the guys here are BEAUTIFUL. And I don't think its just because of the accent... I seriously have not seen a single UGLY british guy yet... they're just all so gorgeous.
SPEAKING OF GORGEOUS (here it comes Chrissy) I saw Rupert Grint today. In person. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. We went on one of our class field trips to the National Gallery, an art museum in London. The museum was cool, yeah yeah art and all that but WHEN WE CAME OUT we passed right by where everyone was lining up to see the celebrities arrive for the celebrity premiere of the Harry Potter movie in Leister Square. So OF COURSE me and a few other girls lined up right along with them and waited for the stars to arrive. After a little bit of wandering secured a good spot: good meaning we couldn't see anyone but Rupert, who was on a balcony literally right above us and waving and catering to his adoring fans the entire time. And by catering I mean waving occasionally when people started chanting his name and just looking amazingly and charmingly awkward and cute for the rest of the time. So cute. I was squealing like a little love struck girl and hoping, JUST HOPING, that he would look my way and we'd meet eyes and he'd see the artificial red tint to my hair and smile his little smile and know beyond a doubt that we were meant to be together.
Yeah, not so much. But I got loads of pictures and dedicated a facebook album entirely to him and I'm totally happy with my first day awake in London.
I miss you all and I wish you were here with me! London wouldn't know what hit it if everyone was here... its bad enough with just me here breaking the banisters and all. Ta for now but rest assured,I'm not done with you yet.
So I'm staying in this amazingly posh little flat in the rich section of town (God knows how my broke ass ended up here... guess my tuition is going to good use) and I'm on the sixth floor and there's no elevator (lift, rather, they don't call it an elevator here. Whichever you call it, there wasn't one). So I hauled my two suitcases, carry-on and my purse (which was of course heavier than all of the previous three combined) up six flights of very narrow stairs. I also broke the railing on the stairs when my suitcase fell around a corner and smashed into it, but that's completely beside the point. Anyway, there's eight girls in the flat total and so far I haven't gotten annoyed with a single one of them. They're actually pretty awesome. They're all really different and of course none of them measures up to you guys, but at least I won't be miserable all week.
Seriously, though, this place is AWESOME. EVERYTHING is history... you walk down the street and there's a building that's been there for hundreds of years and locals are walking past it like its nothing. And everything is such a novelty. On the roads, for example, there are painted words on the pavement telling pedestrians to "look left" or "look right" before they cross the road. And of course the cars are on the left side... a source of endless confusion and near death experiences for silly can't-get-it-through-her-head-oops-there-goes-another-angry-car Lindsay. And everyone's speaking in a British accent of course. Our cabby from the airport (actually from the Tube station that we got of at even though it was the wrong stop coming home from the airport) was just such a stereotypical charming British gentleman and for that reason alone I could not stop smiling the entire cab ride. And speaking of gentlemen, the guys here are BEAUTIFUL. And I don't think its just because of the accent... I seriously have not seen a single UGLY british guy yet... they're just all so gorgeous.
SPEAKING OF GORGEOUS (here it comes Chrissy) I saw Rupert Grint today. In person. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. We went on one of our class field trips to the National Gallery, an art museum in London. The museum was cool, yeah yeah art and all that but WHEN WE CAME OUT we passed right by where everyone was lining up to see the celebrities arrive for the celebrity premiere of the Harry Potter movie in Leister Square. So OF COURSE me and a few other girls lined up right along with them and waited for the stars to arrive. After a little bit of wandering secured a good spot: good meaning we couldn't see anyone but Rupert, who was on a balcony literally right above us and waving and catering to his adoring fans the entire time. And by catering I mean waving occasionally when people started chanting his name and just looking amazingly and charmingly awkward and cute for the rest of the time. So cute. I was squealing like a little love struck girl and hoping, JUST HOPING, that he would look my way and we'd meet eyes and he'd see the artificial red tint to my hair and smile his little smile and know beyond a doubt that we were meant to be together.
Yeah, not so much. But I got loads of pictures and dedicated a facebook album entirely to him and I'm totally happy with my first day awake in London.
I miss you all and I wish you were here with me! London wouldn't know what hit it if everyone was here... its bad enough with just me here breaking the banisters and all. Ta for now but rest assured,I'm not done with you yet.