Okay well I figured after being here more than a week it was time to actually start blogging again. Let me tell you, this is a fabulous place. The accent is great, the history is great, the fashion is great, the dancing...well as illustrated by the club we were at, not so great, but everyone needs a weakness right? So last night was spent at a club that actually very closely mimicked a high school dance--throw backs including Scrubs by TLC and strangely enough girls dancing barefoot included. I left the club convinced I will now be adding a part to the blog with muploads of ridiculous things I see people wearing when I go out that they couldn't have possibly looked in the mirror or they just have very mean friends, and title it "Oh no she didn't."
It's in the works.
Anyway this trip has been jam packed with activities so far. I've taken an ice cold boat cruise on the Thames, a tour of the Tate Modern, 2 visits to Bourrogh Food Market (let's just say I now have my frequent shopper card from the little pesto stand, which they say lasts 6 weeks, but let's be honest, is gone by the time the market opens the next week), a lovely stroll around the Somerset House to see the 20 years of Dazed and Confused and Journalism in Conflict exhibits (I will hopefully be having my internship interview at Dazed Digital within the next few weeks--it's a very edgy British magazine that I absolutely love, but I can say otherwise for one of the shocked travel companions I brought to the exhibit who was very alarmed by the nudity and extremity of some of the shoots--which actually made the trip even more entertaining). I've casually stopped to get a cider on a docked boat turned bar, gone grocery shopping about a million times, joined a gym and have actually used my membership regularly (shock and awe que), enjoyed high tea sans curdled cream at Harrods, ripped my pants during a dance off at the student union bar at Imperial College (right up the road from us, and when I say ripped, I mean very very torn) and become, sadly, a teenager when it comes to my sleep cycle due to the fact that I live in the basement of the building with a window that instead of looking outside, stairs straight into our shared kitchen, which is good for spying but bad for natural light.
I think that is a rather complete general update for now. More regular posts to come soon!
love and no caffeine,
Michelle
