Do You Like to Party?

Because this drink likes to party:

"I actually make you MORE thirsty AND destroy the lining of your stomach walls!"

Innocent looking enough, maybe, after all, it's nothing more than a fizzy fruit drink.  Drinking it is another story.  It was like drinking pure melted sugar that was carbonated, burning the inside of your throat and dilating your pupils giving you an energy high that couldn't be achieved with eight Monsters.  Last time I try an English fruit drink.  It's no wonder why all of these children need to have nannies.  Their parents probably just don't want to deal with the aftermath of Vimto drinks.

I recently came into some party clothes myself during a trip to town on Sunday.  British fashion is very hipstery (for definition of a hipster, see below) and weather inappropriate.

And don't forget about Hipster Indy:

I also saw The Sun for the first time this weekend.  I managed to get out and snap as many pictures as I could before England decided to be gloomy and rain again.

Now, it's on to Week 2!  And with the way I'm enjoying classes, especially Creative Writing 203, I'm certain that the semester will fly by.  I was pleased today after receiving surprisingly positive feedback on my first piece as well.  Except for the comment about my enormously humongous issues with hyperboles.  I don't have problems with hyperboles!  I mean, I can quit any time I want..
This weekend will be backpacking, hopefully, and perhaps another day trip if I can squeeze it in, potentially a trip that involved dead-author-stalking.  Yeah, I know, I have a problem.  That, and candy bars have proved to be a great but terribly consuming addiction (pun intended, deal with it).

Cheers!