I finally took a few pictures that don't involve me holding alcohol. I will post them shortly.

Today, I took a walk around the other, arguably more interesting end of our neighborhood, Highgate Village. It's beautiful and very homey, and full of fabulously wealthy people. I know, because every other car was a BMW or a Porsche. I wandered around Highgate Cemetary, where Karl Marx and a number of other people of note are buried. I took a picture with his enormous stone head. On my way back I cut through Waterlow Park, which is extremely pretty and full of tiny British children who say silly things in tiny British accents.

Last night we had a boat party on the Thames for the entire Study Abroad Programme (complete with British spelling), which means I got to get drunk with a bunch of other Americans and some Swedes. I swear to god, every other person is Scadinavian. Which means they're also all seven feet tall and impossibly blond. I have never felt so short or brown.

The boat party was quite nice, though. We started at the Tower of London and Tower Bridge, which are both quite impressive. Like a fool, though, I forgot my camera last night. The drawbacks were the rain, which meant we couldn't easily go out on deck to actually see the city, and the fact that they didn't feed us (who puts a bunch of kids on a boat at dinner time and gives them nothing but booze? Poor decision, Westminster).

I got into my theater class, which made me extremely happy. My schedule now looks like this: Monday: Literary Linguistics 2-4 PM; Tuesday: Stydies in Travel Writing 11-1; Wednesday: Psychobiology and Clinical Neuroscience 10-11 (seminar), 11:30-1 (lecture); Thursady: London Theatre in Performance 10-3. Fridays off!

So, I really want to send you all postcards and what not, but the postal workers are on strike and only work one day a week. I'll still send y'all things, but it will likely take much longer than it should.

Groceries now. Later!