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!

Exxtreme Traveling

Yesterday, I did my laundry for the first time here.  Now, that may seem like a relatively uninteresting topic of discussion but I can tell you the following facts to make it a much more fascinating post:

1. The laundry room for Furness College is located down the little pathway and down the stairs, next to the student radio station room.  I wouldn't have found it if my friend hadn't pointed it out offhandedly.
2.  There was no way I was about to invest in a real laundry bag for a 10-week term.  Uh uh.  I was using my the bag my bedding pack came in (thanks Dad for raising me as a pence-and-penny-pincher).

Well, if you haven't guessed it...  It was the day that the students I passed to and from the laundry probably now know what my delicates look like.

But was it worth saving the money?  Oh, yeah.  I'm never going to see these people again and besides, all of my clothes are freaking adorable, including the delicates, thanksverymuch.
(Okay, parents, tell me all you want that I'm allowed to splurge on a laundry bag, I'm not going to listen!  I'm saving that money to get a sleeping bag so I can go hang out with the cool backpacking kids and you can't stop me!!)

In more exciting news...  Boyfriend booked his ticket!  He will be arriving, probably looking helpless and confused, at my giant University on the 22nd of November!  We are attempting to cram everything we could possibly do into his eight day visit, including an All-American Drunk Chicken Thanksgiving, which I'm sure will confuse the daylights out of my Chinese flatmates.

Exhibit A: Map decorated by Boyfriend

He's also got a fancy camera (that he's pretty nifty with) so he wants to get a picture of Stonehenge.  Then we gallivant around London and Lancaster, while making Ireland our top priority.

Exhibit B: He's humoring my author-stalking problems

Regardless of how much caffeine I will have to drink to keep up with him, it will be a fun visit.

Before that, is my weekend trip to Scotland with Arcadia, where I have Tour Guide Barbie for a whole two days!

Cheers!

P.S. My blog is lacking some Kate Middleton Fashion Sense (credit to the fashionable Kate in my life)