Lies.

They told me that London had much nicer weather than New York. True, there is, like, NO sunshine, "but at least it's warmer here," they would say.

Lies. Today, I was so freezing that my nipples GOT UP and WALKED AWAY. And not only that, but it's FREAKING SNOWING, and STICKING. It's not even Halloween yet!

"Oh, it's just a little sleet," said my god-dad, as I screamed after looking out the kitchen's sliding doors.

"Are you joking?" The Brits were not going to pull wool over my eyes this time, though wool would have been warmer and cozier than the five layers I'm already wearing. "There are snowflakes the size of my thighs! And it's covering the ground...and accumulating!"

The god-dad puttered into the kitchen. "Oh, right. Well, I guess we are having a bit of snow. Fancy that!" And he walked away, in his tee-shirt.

Fancy That. Wow.

Camden Town/Camden Market

Checked it out this week, when I went to meet a new person. I don't like it. The vibe does not agree with me. For that reason, there are no pictures. Just imagine pierced body parts, gloominess and Satan-worship. Pass.

Russell Square: Pictures

Can I Live?

When I got to London, I had a fresh Opi mani/pedi, and beautifully waxed eyebrows. It's been 3 weeks. The situation is serious.

I also take offense over the UK's insistence upon roll-on deoderant and boat-sized sanitary napkins (Clearly, We keep it real in here). What's really good, London? You sell healthy food at McDonalds, but you don't know about Always ultrathin overnights with flexi-wings? A wha really a gwaan?


My IMMEDIATE goal for life in London is finding a great salon, where I won't have to pay $80 USD (40 pounds, approximately) just to avoid looking like a grizzly bear. If I could find a black salon where I could get my color touched up, that would just be icing on a necessary cake.




before.



after.

London is Cold/ Pictures!

The sun is out, and it's still bloody freezing (yes, I'm learning the lingo). This is my last free weekend before class begins, so I think I'm going to go exploring today...even though I technically have other important things that I SHOULD be doing.

In other news, I think I've found two lovelies who will travel to Portugal with me...but I'm still looking for traveling buddies for Amsterdam, Monaco/Nice, and Ibiza. I'm also contemplating a trip to Switzerland. I'm saving the trip to Morocco for when Bestie comes to visit (!!!)

Below are some pics from my trip to the National Theatre, to see to very weird Harold Pinter plays, with my wonderful godparents and their friends. Basically, they are pictures of the view from the Waterloo Bridge, of Central London in the evening. Enjoy!







The London Eye



The God-Dad!



A view of the famous "Gherkin" skyscraper





The Eye again, and the top of Big Ben



The National Theatre



Some posh award show, happening next to the Theatre, red carpet and all. Random!