Not Dead Yet

Apologies on being a super lame blogger.  And human being.  Changing locations means finding new and interesting hoops to have to jump through in order to contact the outside world.

Okay, so here's my life since last I posted (Wednesday):

Thursday - classes/beginning to study/realizing that WE ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE EXAMS

Friday - studying for exams/watching people freak out in a really big and gross way.  

Saturday - EXAMS.  Four straight hours of exams are awful!!!  Was done by 1 though, which was nice.  Packed up my stuff (amazing how much your stuff can expand in two weeks), said goodbye to Luz and Caitlin, and headed off with the five boys to London.  I basically had an army of bodyguards, which was cool because they'd lift my bag for me and they were actually capable of reading the craptastic map they'd given us. (Okay, fine, I'm being negative, who really needs to read a map of a town they don't really know to get to a place they've never been to).

So, after a very arduous journey, getting lost several times and more than a few moments of seriously considering just leaving all my stuff on a street corner and getting new stuff, we arrived.  Our dorm is about as far from the ones at Cambridge as they could possibly be.  The building looks like a big, ugly asylum and it's impossible to get to dorms not on your cellblock.  Which is fine, unless EVERY PERSON YOU TRAVELLED WITH is on a different one.  Then you feel tragically alone.  Despite the weird isolation from your classmates, the flat situation is nice.  We get a kickass kitchen.  It almost makes up for the scary, camp style showers we have (seriously, worst thing ever, I took off my showerhead, it was safer).

The following is a transcript of what happened once I got in my dorm.

Anna looks up and down her hall confused.  Yells: Colby?!?!

Door is flung open.  Enter Zombie-Jetlag Colby.  Incoherent mumbles, perhaps something about brains.

Anna: Colby, get dressed.  We're in London.  Let's do something.

Colby: mumble, mumble, brains.

So, anyway, I found Colby.  We then went walking around and had a couple of pints and fish and chips at a pub called Mabel's Tavern.  The beer was disgusting, but we got to watch Brits watching a football match, which is high comedy.  Oh, we've picked a football organization to support (yes, it was completely random decision).  We're now picking favourite players and finding out who our new rivals are.  We're assimilating.

We also found two guys from our program and went walking around.  We got moderately accosted by two drunken teenagers who warned us that if we rode around in a luggage cage, the doorman of a hotel would yell at us (shocker).  Then, we passed out.

Sunday - Wake up.  Wake Colby up.  Go to Oxford Circus with the two guys in our program, spend the day dodging tourists and spending for freaking ever in Harrods.  Have our law school orientation, we have a bigger group here, but they seem like cool kids.  I already am acting out the school rivalry with the kid from Ole Miss (he responds to my entering a room by yelling "Geaux Tigers") and everyone else seems like good people.  Having orientation in a pub is not conducive to paying attention, but this was not my decision.  The Cambridge people and newbies are getting along nicely, but we all know we're cooler.

Today - Classes!  Deja vu all over again.  Classes seem good; one of our professors gave us a book that makes the Bible look short.  I'm assuming we won't have to read all of that.  We have a lunch break, which sounds like a good idea until your stomach is full of goodness and you're trying to stay awake.  Then, less good.  We went exploring and found our hostel, unfortunately, in my excitement to point it out, I almost gave Colby a heart attack.  We found an AMAZING Indian place a block away.  We're in a neighborhood (burb? hamlet? shire?) called Bloombury, so it's rather nicely insulated from the whole hustle and bustle, tourists everywhere thing (I say like I'm not a tourist, but I do not have a fannypack and mow over locals.

So, to summarize: London = awesome, accommodations = less awesome, but good, tourists = obnoxious, classes = necessary, not having porters = sad.

Cheers!  (I'm bringing this back to the states, get ready, it'll be way obnoxious).