Londontown

Maybe it's the Lily Allen I blasted non-stop yesterday morning, or the London-inspired necklace KA surprised me with this afternoon, or the fact that I wake up to a poster of Big Benji himself, but lately, I just can't get the thought of a six hour flight to London off my mind. I crave the pleasant burn of a Snake Bite; I miss the haute couture of Oxford St. fashionistas; I daydream of mindless double-decker bus rides across the River Thames. This time last fall, I was deep into my "study" abroad experience, and this fall just doesn't compare. I love being at Stonehill, don't get me wrong, but I miss the freedom to jetset to Paris, Amsterdam, Galway, or Rome at the drop of a nova plaid hat. My only current connection with the Brits is a critical analysis of marriage performance in the Taming of the Shrew that's looming over my day. Ugh. Shakespeare, oh how you thrill me...

I apologize for the recent lack of blogging. My life was far more fabulous when I had frequent run-ins with F-list reality stars on the streets of NYC. However, the roomie, JT, has a Brit visiting for the next few days, which I'm sure will allow some stories to ensue...