(you knew it was coming, eventually.)

I'll try to keep this short but eloquent. And maybe even go for funny, although I might be too mad about it.

After many, many seasons (what are they up to now -- 12?) of The Real World, we're all highly aware of what happens when you stick seven (or nine) people between the ages of 18 and 22 in a house for a ( Read more... )

London was excellent. We got the bad part out of the way early -- wandering around a 1-block radius at Victoria Station for 90 minutes, trying to find kmmatero and kakloss -- and it was all up-hill from there. Spent lots of time wandering around the West End, over both days. Saturday night's activity was the musical Blood Brothers -- one of those ( Read more... )

Hi! This is Emily's stream-of-consciousness, slightly-drunk-still, last post from Oxford ( Read more... )

Our fabulous, but far too short, week in Oxford is drawing to a close. The last big event is a 'formal dinner' with the tutors and ASE staff tonight, and then we're back on a bus to Bath tomorrow morning by 9:30, when only a brief stop at Blenheim Castle and a two-hour bus ride will stand between me and my clean clothes ( Read more... )

Exactly one week, and I'm exhausted. This is one tiring country. And yeah, there's a lot to catch up on. I'll try to fit the good parts in.

( The journey over )

I'm going to England! *does happy dance* I've got guaranteed finaid. Whee!

Of course, now I need to like apply to the program and stuff. But that's cool.

Yay!