i'm in london still

so...

i spent a full 45 minutes by the pond in hyde park today both doodling on a paper bag and crying because i have to come home on tuesday (and drinking an extremely strong coffee).

i LOVE london. i love everything about it. i love how they call wheat bread brown bread. i love that they have two types of bacon: back and streaky. i love how a little kid on the tube today was like "cockfosters!! yaaaaayyyy!!! that's where nana lives! cockfosters cockfosters!!! cornflakes cornflakes!!" I love that i know my way around, that I remember where everything is, that pubs are amazing, that we went to a super cool loft rooftop party last night with an open bar and i tasted vodka for the first time in 6 weeks, that we got late night panini in leicester square, that i can leave my purse places without it being snatched, that all the bathrooms have lovely white toilet paper and i don't have to hover squat anywhere, that the public transportation is incredible and the busses run all night, that most of the national museums are free, that it's COLD here (ugh, morocco nearly killed us the last day, heat, travel, and upset stomaches are NOT a good combination), and that it would be the best possible place in the entire world to study english literature.

therefore, mission when i (unfortunately) get home, as i started to do 3 years ago: applying for grad school in the UK.

we could barely handle our 2 nights in the fancy hotel. at breakfast all we could manage was a tiny bit of yogurt and tea. after 2 solid weeks of questionable meat and cous cous...ha. dear lord. i think that coming home and sleeping in the same place for more than 3 nights might throw me a little. and i don't even know what to do about my closet. i'm so excited for my frye boots that i might drool. ok i already may have.

anyway. we're off to a pub. somehow our stomachs don't seem to protest when we fill them with beer. weird.