So, life in London is continuing as usual. I still haven't completely unpacked (typical), school has yet to start (atypical), and I've started to make some lovely new friends!

I never thought I'd say this: but I'm actually really, really looking forward to the start of classes, which is the day after tomorrow. I think this is due slightly to the fact that I only have classes on Wednesdays and Thursdays (SCORE) so this means that I don't think I'll be falling into a pattern of monotonous lecture, seminar, homework routine to which I have been so unfortunately accustomed for the majority of my semi-adult life. I have trips semi-planned to Morocco, France, Norway, Denmark, Scotland, Germany...er, the list goes on. However, it's incredibly nice to completely create my own responsibilities and answer only to myself. I have, however, begun to answer to the calls of my consumerist ways and have amassed many new, beautiful, totally (un)necessary additions to my wardrobe. At the unfortunate expense of my ever-diminishing bank account. Fuck the exchange rate. Fuck the fucking economy. Fuck fiscal responsibility, dammit! Anyway, excuse my less-than lady-like thoughts on that whole ordeal.

On a more positive note, here are some more of the many things I love about England:

-Vacuuming. Yes. Really. When you clean with something as adorable as Henry, how could  you not? Every time I'm hooverin' around a dusty corner, no matter what my mood, loyal  little Henry is right on my heels, smiling away, inhaling all the dirt off the floor through his gargantuan stretchy nose. His schnozz has a fiendish habit for dust and floor debris  analogous to  that of a coke fiend, except instead of having a clenched jaw and crazy eyes, his expression is just marvelously innocent and charming.

-Laundry. Those who know me know about my wildly passionate love for the intoxicating, warm and wafting odours that are emitted from clothes drying out of the dryer vent,

especially when it's the smell of Bounce dryer sheets. My love for this smell is borderline obsessive, and here there exists the even MORE magical Fairy laundry soap. It is even  fresher, crispier, cleaner, happier and more addictive to my helpless nostrils than  Bounce. After washing my clothes in it, my nose is suctioned to their fabrics much like  Henry's is to the carpet while I'm vacuuming with him.

-Tea. Tea and McVities. Tea and toast. 

-Tesco's Vodka. As cheap as Cossack, or Dubra, or Liquor Locker, or Ruble, or any other plastic-handled, super high class (I kid) drink of choice for college students, except it tastes almost like nothing! And is about 50% less caustic and toxic tasting than its American counterparts! Huzzah!

-Camden. It's a big, terrifying, wonderful party. All the time, 24 hours a day. And the music! The music! I'll be seeing  Noah and the Whale and Bat for Lashes within the next week...then Girls, the Flaming Lips and Cymbals Eat Guitars at the end of October/early November. Huzzah!  My cousin Paul is playing in  Dresden on the 10th. So I'm SO there, too. He's super cool, super talented, super awesome. Check him out here. Also on the note of my super awesome and talented kin, Paul's sister, my cousin Sarah, was just played on the BBC1, which is fantastic! She's amazing, soulfully singing and playing piano, check her out here, too!

-Greenwich Park, right near where I live.

It's gorgeous.