That being said, school is going quite well. My classes are for the most part great as I’m taking almost all international relations and politics courses and surprisingly I haven’t heard much America-bashing since the first day of class, if any at all. In fact, they absolutely love Obama over here in the most absurdly obsessive way. I had a high school girl come up to me the other day…no let me rephrase that… the other day a high school girl heard my American accent and nearly knocked me sideways she was so excited. She called over her posse so they could fawn over my friend and I like we were Prince Harry in his knickers. They ranted about Obama for a while and I’m just going to take a wild guess at the fact that they probably know little to nothing about American politics, especially considering that the next thing they nearly crapped themselves about was the fact that I’m in a sorority. They literally started screaming at the top of their lungs in a pitch I didn’t know even existed and (of course) said “Like, OMG it’s like Legally Blonde!” “Yes, it totally is and we, like, wear matching pink all the time too, just like the movie!” I replied. Ok, I lied but it was too fun and easy to mess with them. I couldn’t resist. This little run in was at Guy Fawkes day, which is celebrating the failed attempt to blow up the British House of Parliament and is also known as bonfire day where they have…guess? BONFIRES! Wow you’re sharp. One massive bonfire, some rubbish fireworks and a waste of six quid later it was over and for the record 4th of July completely kicks Guy Fawkes’ arse (they literally spell ass, arse here…hilarious!)
Backtracking a bit, Halloween weekend was put on by my study abroad program and they brought all of the students from the universities outside of London into the city for a massive celebration…AND it was Houston’s 21st birthday so it was quite the adventure. Friday they rented out a fancy shmancy Mexican restaurant where we decided to buy rounds of margarita pitchers between the three of us. This was the first mistake. The second mistake was when Jessica decided to switch her round to a pitcher of margarita on the rocks where I’m certain they chose some top of the line tequila because it cost us about 50 pounds. For those of you who lack at mathematics, that would be around $80. Ya… my hair is standing on end just thinking about it, at the very least it was one heck of a margarita! We topped the night off by meeting up with some more friends and going to O’neills (always a guaranteed good time). Saturday we wandered through Portobello Market, which was absolutely massive. Just when you thought you had reached the end, there was more, and more and MORE. My proud purchase was found in a random antique store and the second I set eyes on it, I fell in love. Gazing up I saw this turquoise and gold 1970’s vintage dress with a jeweled broach on the waist belt hanging on the doorframe. 30 pounds. STEAL. Fits like a glove. Now I just need a posh occasion to rock this little beauty. Later that night the program threw a Halloween party on the top of Tower Bridge. Not a big deal or anything… It was amazing to wine, dine and dance our pants off with that view. Afterwards Jessica, Houston and I went to Fabric, which is this massive club in London to celebrate Houston’s 21st, and she did. Plenty. We somehow managed to get into the VIP room, which was a completely separate bar with a balcony that overlooked one of the main dance floors where you could look down as scoff at all the VIP rejects. Kidding! No, but really... The next morning we were given a lovely buffet breakfast at the Hilton compliments of our program and after I had the chance to meet up with my Chapman friend, Matt, for a drink as he was visiting London from Florence where he’s studying! 
Then (WHEW, it’s not over yet!) we took the train to Bath to have a girl’s getaway with a cozy stay at a B&B, posh birthday dinner and tours of the Roman Baths and shops the next day. It was quite the weekend and took a few days to recover, but well worth it indeed. [Mom and Dad please read this paragraph and skip the last one]
Other than that I’ve been studying away…ALL the time, I never go out ever- not even drinks on the weekends. But don’t even worry Dad, the money spent is paying off and my brain is just immersed with SO much knowledge. Fun just spoils that, so I won’t be having any of it. Ever. The library is going to start charging me rent pretty soon from what I’ve been told.
Other than doing homework when I absolutely have to, I don’t study too much. A lot of the work here is independent and the reading they give us is SO extensive and DRY! It’s a shame because the subject matter is very interesting in my opinion. This means that I have plenty of time to go out with my friends. It’s typical to go have a pint or two on a frequent basis with friends for a chat, it’s a very relaxed atmosphere here. Between what’s offered on campus and the pubs in town (The Cuban is a fun one we just discovered, they have salsa dancing!) I keep myself very entertained. Assuming that Mom and Dad continued reading when I said not to, I truthfully am not wasting my life away, I promise! My life is not as crazy as it appears! I’m now writing a novel (all the more reason I should blog more frequently) so I’ll end it on that note.
TTFN,
V
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