I love....

Meeting new people. Love it, love it, love it. My favorite thing is learning how they make fun of Americans. We're continually squealing "Oh my God!" using the word "like" incredibly too often, and according to New Zealanders (aka, Kiwis), we don't know how to use the word "wicked".

I was at a pub last night that was playing the Italy v. Ireland football (soccer) game. Those Irish fans are craaaazy!! It was so packed, you could hardly get in the door. I was actually a little nervous to cross the room to get to the bar because that would mean I would have had to go between the fans and the TV. Luckily, I made sure there wasn't anything to great happening with the game and I scooted through as fast as I could. Once safely on the other side of the TV, I met said Kiwis. They're pretty wicked. <-- Yeah, that's how you use it. It's not "wicked good", "wicked cool", "wicked whatever". It's just "wicked", and yeah, that's pretty wicked.

Yesterday I went on a Beatles tour around London-- another fantastic experience. Most of the video from Hard Days Night was shot in Marylebone Station, right down the road. We saw Westminster Council House, where two of them were married, the Abbey Road crosswalk, Abbey Studios, what used to be the Apple Offices and is now Reed's Unemployment... But the best part: I TOUCHED JOHN LENNON'S DOORKNOB!

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The door to the flat at 34 Montague Square that John Lennon shared with Yoko Ono in 1968. "Eleonor Rigby" was written in the basement :-)

Me crossing Abbey Road!

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I've been busy uploading more pictures. I think there are three new albums up: "You won't live here again until you're a millionaire", "The Monument" and "Hampton Court". To get to them, scroll allllllllllllll the way down to the very, very bottom of the page, and click on where it says "Check out my London Albums!!" or something like that.
Today was a beautiful, beautiful day and I took advantage of it by doing very obnoxious touristy things. I went with my friend Kendra and climbed the Monument. It was built in 1671 to 1677 to commemorate the Great Fire, which burned most of the City. Fun fact: Everything fell into the river, so at low tide you can walk on the river banks and pick up tons of stuff-- including big bones of even bigger dead things. Anyway, the Monument is 202 feet high, which is exactly the length of the site of the Monument and where it started, on Pudding Lane. It was 311 steps up the spiral staircase, and man, were my calves burning!!
Last night I saw Billy Elliot at Victoria Palace Theatre. It was AMAZING. The seats were awfully small, and I'm luck I'm not any taller, but the dancing was beautiful and the music was great. Seeing live theatre is so much better than seeing movies all the time. We have to get a theatre company in the 'dale. It's probably one of my favorite things about being here. On Tuesday I'm seeing Mother Courage, which stars Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter movies.
I'm bummed that this weekend is UNH homecoming-- the fourth year in a row that I've missed. Oh well, I guess it's another excuse to be a super senior!

I remembered something important. I learned it at the Ain't Nothin' But (blues bar) last sunday. It goes a little something like this:

Everyone hates the US because of The World Series. The US is the ONLY COUNTRY that plays baseball, thus the rest of the world has nothing to do with it. So what gives the US the right to call it the world series?

Yeah, that's right. I've cracked it. Get rid of baseball and I won't feel the need to tell people that I'm from Canada when they ask where I'm from.

One of my friends overheard a Swede saying to her friend "I don't eat in the refectory. That's peasant food!" Yup, that's what I eat every day, so thanks EBS snobs. A friend told me last week that I'm jaded, which may be true. But I was also supposed to go out with said friend last night, but he bailed with some crappy, albeit legitimate excuse, so maybe he's the jaded one.

I haven't posted in a while. I haven't felt like it. I've been lazy.

I went to the theatre last week and saw "The Fastest Clock in the Universe". It was so good, but so, so bad. Imagine the screwiest, sickest, most perverted thing you've ever witnessed. Add an obsession with birds, the fear of growing up, animals skinned alive for fur coats, forced miscarriages, and the knowledge that we can all be who we want to be behind our masks, and there you have it: Two hours of my life last Monday night. The only thing I can say is "wow."

The weather here has been great-- we've been lucky. I think it's very odd in London to have a whole month of beautiful, sunny weather, aside from a few select days where it's been a little chilly.

Mmm.... I guess that's all I feel like