GREETANGZ FROM LONDONNNNN!!!
It's like New York but dirtier. I will be here for the next five months, learning and making friends with accents from my pea-sized room in a somewhat sketchy area near London Bridge. Don't worry, I'm already BFFs with the owner of the nearest deli (my one-stop shop for toilet paper, hand soap, tube cards, and local flavor).
I'm finally getting settled, but the journey here was not the smoothest of sailings. To give you the long story short, I fainted and blacked out for a good five minutes in the airplane bathroom (Cause still unknown. Probably had something to do with subconsciously wanting to escape my large seat neighbors). Another passenger found me and promptly fled the scene. Two burly flight attendants with British accents rescued me and administered oxygen. While lying there, groggily coming to, I was greatly comforted by the fact that I was wearing my "THIS IS WHAT AWESOME LOOKS LIKE" t-shirt because, frankly the people who pulled me up from an airplane bathroom floor needed to know that. They also needed to know that I wouldn't sue British Airways and made me fill out a lot of forms to guarantee my woozy promises. I took this opportunity to inquire just how many germs are potentially located on the floor of an airplane bathroom and if there was possibly a free opening in the first class cabin.
|You never know when you'll need to reassure people|
But now I am safely tucked away in my college residence flat, with a nice view of my sketchy neighborhood, and a myriad of useless questions regarding the stupidity of world nations for neglecting to coordinate currency, electrical outlets, and shared ownership of Kate Middleton.
I wanted to bring my dogs, but instead I settled for my wedge sneaks. They are everything I need and more. Also, their walking schedule is not bladder-dependent.
King's College was kind enough to welcome me in style--with a care package. In it, you'll find all of the essentials. There's nothing like white chocolate brownie flavored cereal when you're craving America, Old Spice anti-persperant when you're missing the smell of all your boyz, and HARIBO gummies when you give up on the notion of proper dentistry while abroad.
The care package also included this crucial door hanger, THANK GOD.
So what will happen to the blog? EVERYTHING. Seriously, keep reading, for I will continue posting. My wardrobe is limited, but that only means more creativity and more of me making a fool of myself. Soooo sneakers everyday? Skirts over pants? Raiding my flat mates' closets? OPTIONS. They're what I'm all about. Also making you laugh and/or cry and/or break out (in acne not giggles).
So stay tuned, stay fly, and stay awake.