January 13, 2011
Baby Britain feels the best.
Hello, Internet! This is my obligatory study abroad brag-blog. Here I will contribute to the horrific glut of information that grows like a cancer on the interwebs by detailing to you my fabulous adventures abroad!
As the inimitable Fergie Ferg once said, “London! London! London!” That is where I am. I arrived here on Sunday as a Virgin Atlantic plane sharted out a hundred university students ready for a semester of learning and book-reading and barfing out neon-colored spirits. I was jet-lagged and sleep-deprived and crusty. Since I’ve been here, I have reverted to elementary school-era cell phone technology, I blew a fuse with my hair dryer (with a dramatic pop and spark like a firecracker), I rode an old-timey boat down the Thames, straddled the Prime Meridian, and had intellectual conversations with Imperial College nerds. England: the funnest and sexiest of fun, sexy times.
