Fun.

For those avid followers out there: My condolences for my lack of commitment to updates. There is never a dull moment here in the UK.

I've decided because it's been so long since my last post, I would dedicate this entry to fun things and stuff. "Things" can be food and events and music and night life and other "things". Or "things" can be "things" like life and things. Things.

.....things.



SPOILER ALERT: There is no coherent order to this post, because honestly I am too lazy to think back to 10+ days into my past. Sorry for those list-makers out there.

Let's get going then, shall we?

Before I dive into too many details, I would like to share a short clip that's been brought to my attention via interwebs:



Ladies and Gentlemen: It's Britain's very own Jersey Shore spin-off. I still have yet to see a full episode of JS, but I've watched multiple episodes of Essex. Entertainment, British style. (note the disclaimer at the beginning).

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Now onto my own bit of entertainment. A gang of us headed to a local pub after work last week, to celebrate the very last day of one of the students on the unit, Allison.


Apparently now, you could also "New York Me". :)


I've been gone for a little over a month, now. Here's some love I got from the one and only Shane Armstrong back home.


Yeap, I miss my bike. I never thought it would come to that. I've dreamed about riding and the wind in my hair and the shenanigans of the nighttime booze cruises. But I think above all, I miss all my cycling derps.



So what have I been doing to pass the time? Too much. We have so much fun here, we sometimes feel guilty as we're doing them. "Aren't we supposed to be big kids now?" "Shouldn't we be doing school work/ internship reflection?" Well, when a 65% is an A for my British Politics course, it's extremely difficult to make yourself stay in at night to skim through readings (sorry Paul).

Fun Things.

Food.
There.. The food here.... I can't find the words. Help. Look at these photos and try to imagine consuming some of this delicious-ness.













Now go eat.






Leisurely Activities.
We've seen plenty of notable things over the past 10 days. This includes (but it not limited to):



-Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum

-Portobello and Camden Street Markets
-Regents Park and Gardens
-Sheesha Bar Camden (Hookah)
-The inside of a London Tattoo Parlor
-The hole in Devin King's ceiling.

-The Greenwich (Gren-itch) Festival Performances.
-The Prime Meridian.
Get some.
-The outside of Wimbledon, as we would have been in the cue for 9 hours before getting in.
-A Mexican Restaurant outside of North America.
-A cyclist hit by a van.
-People sleeping all over the city.
-What a day of heat will do to the London natives.
-What an hour-long commute in both directions on the underground does to my friends/my life.


Which brings me to my featured soul of this post: Michael Harshman.


"Farting on the tube should be illegal. Think about it: It's like a world crime. Somebody could die." #shitmichaelsays


Other than all of that, we've been enjoying it all. Even the hot parts. And the rainy parts. And the unavoidable staring. And the bouts of racism. And the bad teeth. And the undeniably good fashion living in the Chelsea area.


One last note: When you're having a bad day at work, *just play with Play Dough.*









Everyone should have some on their desk at work. It really does help to pretend your 8 years old again. Clarity. Refreshment.
And honestly, it's just really effing fun.

Thank you, Sam, for reminding me of all these things. This is what I learned from Sam:








A picture is sometimes worth much more than just 1,000 words. It's all about your perspective.