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| Cute, ain't it? 'Tis where my heart will always lie. |
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| BEST BOOTS I'VE EVER OWNED. I lit'rally don't feel any coldness through them when I plow through the snow. They're 9% (?) off at L.L. Bean right now. GETCHU SOME. |
Ahhh, so I’ve been here for five snowy, snowy days now and
it is just INCREDIBLE. Y’all. It’s lovely. (Everything is “lovely” here. Oh, my
hair? Yes, it’s lovely. You like my backpack? It’s lovely isn’t it? That bitter
cold? Yes, it too, is quite lovely, love.” Oh, Brits. Back to my dramatic
description of the painful cold. It is just that. PAINFUL. My insides start
convulsing at just the thought of an open door. But thankfully, the heater in
my bedroom is super bad. Bad, as in good. Like, bad to the bone or whatever.
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| Here she is. Britney, that is. Also pictured are our friends Beca (she's from Wales... so she's Wale-ish, right?) and Emma. They don't know this blahg exists yet. Hey Y'ALL! |
Me and my directional guide have done some serious exploring
of this town and have made our own as well as mutual friends. One includes the
coolest Aussie ever who is Britney Spears in another life. She recognized us as
foreigners one night at a pub (IN THE STUDENT UNION. More info to come on the
coolest student union ever.) when she was looking to meet up with some other
exchange student strangers she had talked to online, then sat down with us
instead, and shabam! The rest is history. I’ve gotten to know some Canadians
(the French kind), Singaporians (if that’s a thing), lots of UK kids (obvi),
tons of Aussies, a Malaysian studying Dentistry, a couple other Americans, and yeah… Other people, too, but
none are my friends. Yet. We like to just doss around (Brit slang for hanging
out) wherever the wind may blow us. And the wind is pretty serious up in hurr.
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| This is our fight song... catchy, ain't it? |
The student union has three bars, a grocery store (that
sells alcohol…), a charity store (which I haven’t been to yet, but I think it’s
like Goodwill—gotta hit that up), Starbucks, a café, classrooms, etc. It’s
ridiculous. So when people get all hot and spicy at night… it’s likely they’re
going to the union. Isn’t that crazy? Imagine if Ole Miss’s union was like
that. O.M.G. The hipsters would be having a hay day. And so would everyone else. Tonight, there was a tea party in the union. You better believe I was there.
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| Buddies with new £6 mobiles (pronounced with a long "i") to chat with our UK posse. Impossible to text on, but cheap and fabulous. |
Skype is the best invention since sliced bread. Or since the
bread slicer, rather. I’ve been able to chat with all kinds of folks back home
fo FREE. Hellur. We are living in the future. Also, class started today. I seem
to have forgotten I was here to go to school… sorta. The one "module" I had was taught by the cutest and most fun little British
speaking Indian and it went from 9:30 a.m. until 3 p.m. with an hour lunch
break in the middle. Me and this girl from Canada was called out along with me by the teacher as
being the “exchange students.” Then we had to introduce ourselves. We became best friends by association. Good news is that I only have to go to it twice a week, and I get done
with it in early March… right before our four-week-long Spring break! HEYO!
More classes to come for the rest of the week, with the exception of Wednesday
when I have none. And on Saturday, I’m going to LIVERPOOL! Here comes the sun…
doo doo doo doo.
Also, does anyone know the correct protocol for the situation in which you're the new foreign kid who just used the last of the community bathroom toilet paper on your floor? **tiptoes back to bedroom*
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| The world's best engineer designed this sink. If you're one of those people who likes to wash your face in WARM water, this is not the sink for you. |
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| Here's me straight off the plane in my coordinated bedroom courtesy of some Englishman who came before me. |
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