How you gonna tag my style when I am so superior?

Man oh man, do the Brits like a party. Apparently during the first week of school, "freshers' week", everyone goes out and parties every night. Everyone. Every night. It's only Tuesday, and I'm exhausted from Sunday and Monday. Not that I haven't had fun (I have) but I usually require recovery time after a night out (or, I don't go out) so two nights in a row while getting over jet lag/general tiredness and sleep deprivation is draining. I've met some really nice people, though. Getting ridiculously wasted in a foreign city is an excellent way to bond with the other international students, and being a clueless foreigner who doesn't know her way around the city is an equally effective way to bond with Londoners. So all in all, good times!

I am pretty excited for classes to start. Especially since I have no class on Friday! I don't think I have ever not had class on Friday, which I always been a bit bitter about. Mostly, this makes it easier to take weekend trips to various fantastic places, as I am in Europe and can do such things.

This week will be really relaxed, or as much as it can be, considering I'm still getting accustomed to a foreign land. On Friday I have a registration appointment to finalize my schedule, which at the moment consists of the following: Psychobiology and Clinical Neuroscience, Literary Linguistics, Semantics, and Studies in Travel Writing; I'm hoping to change Semantics to one of the London Studies courses, though, Theatre in Performance. It's basically a class dedicated to going out and watching London theater. We'll also get backstage tours, lectures by actors/production staff, and other equally awesome things.

I'm so hungry. I still haven't bought any groceries, because I continually have no cash, and apparently most of Britain won't take my debit card. I've exhausted my snack stash, and now my belly is very sad. But tonight my friend Angela said she'd make me a grilled cheese. So, score!

I finally bought a UK phone, so now my calls aren't, like, a $1.80. Which means, now I can actually make some calls. The drawback is, not having a phone saved me from having to give my number to the random guys that I occasionally coerce into buying me drinks... I guess I can still lie.

Somebody outside my room just used the abbrev "convo" non-ironically. Consider her judged.

Food times! Later, friends!