Can we really find all that in London?

Note to self:
Spell check entries before posting.

Well, yesterday was London calling.
Oh ho, I'm so clever, using the name of a song by The Clash to describe my adventure. That's never been done before.
Ben, Janel and I got separated from the group, so we clung together for the day, and I had a very enjoyable time with the two of them. Even though I love everyone here, it was nice to be away from them. Sorry if that sounds terrible; it isn't meant to be insulting.
London consisted of the National Art Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, Trafalgar Square and Westminster Abbey. Oh, and partying with David Beckham and the Spice Girls.
Okay, mayyyybe that last part didn't happen. But I can dream, can't I?
Oh, and chocolate everyday? Check!

P.S. If you can tell me what movie the title of this blog is from, I'll share my chocolate with you.

As usual, here are pictures:

Janel and I.






Bino and Ben being Big Ben, har har.



My housemates. Or as we like to call ourselves, Sausage and Meesh.
(L-R: Bino, me, Ryan, Ben, Zach, Daniel)


All the girls!


Westminster Abbey


My fave.



London ninja.


London Eye(s).


Trio.




Duo.



Cliche, but necessary.



Trafalgar Square.



Medium John?


In Trafalgar Square.


Westminster Abbey at night (with a bus going by).

Again in Trafalgar Square.


Fountains?

My life in pictures.

It's been a while since the last post, sorry (mom).
So far, so good:
My modern art tutor is nice, knows his stuff, and is passionate about it. After some brief reading, I decided I want to learn more about Surrealism. You should check it out-- it's pretty sweet.
My British journalism tutor is wonderful. He worked for the BBC for about 30 year, has taught in India, and traveled all over the world. He's retired now and gives tours of Oxford, and is going to take me and two other girls he's tutoring on a tour sometime.
I've been at the Bodleian library a lot, mostly doing pleasure reading, which is what I've been doing a lot of since I've been here. I think I've polished off 5 books now. I'm currently reading The Waves by Virginia Woolf, How We Are Hungry by Dave Eggers, and I have about 7 more on reserve in the library. It's so fantastic, I can't even tell you. I could just live the rest of my life devouring books.
I'm still absolutely enamored with my housemates. Yes, enamored. I love my little family of five brothers. We keep staying up watching movies together or looking up weird youtube videos called "Pickle Surprise" that make us afraid to shut our eyes at night or sitting in the stairwell of the second floor talking about snuff films and what scary movie character we'd be in a horror film (I, naturally, am scary possessed exorcist girl).
The construction going on at the side of our house keeps waking me up every morning at 8 and keeps me restless until I actually have to get up. I don't think there is any getting used to it: am I going to be in a perpetual state of tiredness?
Thank goodness for caffeinated tea.
Would you like some pictures? Okay!

It was freezing outside (me, Janel, Ryan).



Christchurch College



Nighttime romp in the streets with roomies.
(L-R: Rye, me, Zach, Bino)



At Daniel and Amanda's engagement dinner!
(L-R: Sam, Kyle, Steph, me, Courtney)



And the engagement after party with Meg and Bino



Janel and I: English pirates?



Outside the library I'm always reading at.




Ben, me and Ryan. Before watching "The Gauntlet," the reason I now hate Clint Eastwood. And that movie. And my roommates for wanting to watch it.



Just being as cool as we are.



Outside St. Mary's church

Cheerio, mates.

Fear not, my fellow Americans: I have arrived.

As promised, I am now writing to you from Oxford,England.
It's quite chilly here and I'm learning to wear mittens all the time. My poor fingers weren't prepared.
Everything is expensive here, so ignorance is bliss when it comes to looking at prices.
Ah, and everything comes in pie form.
We all know how much I love the word pie, right? Right.

I live in a house with 5 other boys. Don't feel bad for me-- it is magnificent. I get my own room (which, of course, is at the very top of the stairs on the third floor. Thanks, Oxford. Are you saying I need exercise?)
Our house is, as Bino so aptly coined earlier, called "Sausage and Meesh."
(Get it? Sausage and Mash? But I'm Meesh? Got it? It's clever.)

We have a sweet dungeon basement straight out of The Cask of Amontillado. I think the jester is still walled in down there, but I'm afraid to look.

Classes don't start until next week, I think. My tutor for History of Modern Art just emailed me, so now I am partially in the know of what's going on. We are sitting through a lot of lectures right now, though. Which is my favorite thing to do. I'm not ancy. I can sit still for hours on end.
Right?

I'm starving right now. I could really go for some chicken pie or something similarly grossly-named.

Pictures will be up soon.

Good night, England, and good luck.