[Please note: this was posted yesterday, and I was very angry at blogger because it wasn't showing up. Imagine my embarassment when I realized I'd posted it on another blog]

I am back from the land of bland food and crazy drunks, otherwise known as England. I have learned a few things. Namely, I sound American, I dress like an American, I am a "mentalist," I don't ever want to set foot on the UEL campus again, I love Brunel, Loughborough and Coventry, and last but not least I don't get jet lag.
This was a lovely discovery for me to make. It means that if I wake up at 6 in the morning, pack a suitcase, take hours of mass transit to an airport, queue for security, queue for boarding passes, board a plane, spend 8 hours there, go through customs, spend 2 hours waiting for a delayed flight, get my lost luggage, spend another couple of hours trying to figure out where my next flight is, go through security again, check the bags (again), get on (another) plane, spend a(nother) hour there, spend another half hour waiting for luggage and finding a taxi, spend 45 minutes getting the cabbie to drive in the general direction of my home, and arrive at said home at 2 in the morning (8 in the morning, London time) I WILL NOT HAVE JETLAG THE NEXT DAY.
How cool is that? I stayed awake for 26 hours straight, went to sleep for 4 hours, got up at 6 this morning, and I feel fine. Although I have asked various people what day it was more than a couple of times, I'm told.

Anyway, I had a fabulous time there, even if no one would speak to me, some dining experiences I had were ::ahem:: less than satisfactory, and I now officially hate our school. But yeah, if you want me to tell you stories (cause I sure ain't typing them all up), you should talk to me.

In other news, I would like to extend a formal apology to Alex for various reasons, all of which I assume she knows.