All that and a bag of chips (crisps) and a cold

Hi world!  I'm finally here...sorry it took so long to post, but I've been trying to get my life together, figure out the best way to conquer the world, and battle a slight cold i contracted from the germ oven (airplane).

London is AWESOME, although a bit chilly for my liking.  They seem to be quite afraid of snow here more afraid than a condemned woman getting the "witch" test.  They have received a light dusting of snow, and everything shuts down.  Luckily they have public servants clearing out the roadways via filling their pockets with sand and scattering it about on the sidewalks like they are feeding pigeons.  Not very effective....

My room is well...a room.  Some of the finer amenities include my burnt orange curtains and my airplane sized bathroom (see pictures below).  Although tiny it offers a time saving feature wherein I can crap, brush my teeth, and shower at the same time.  Can YOU do that?!?!

London facts:

• Did you know that the Liberty Bell was stuck here?

Yay! The "U" Crew!

I'm HERE???

Well I got here...I'm still trying to get my life in order, so the posts will be a bit slow for a while, but I promise that you'll have many juicy happenings in the future.  As promised, I created my first video, a mock tourism video for Chicago O'Hare Airport (the "best" place to spend 8.5 hours).  Hope you enjoy!

Too Much Luggage, Not Enough Arms

As now both my mother and the arctic hell-hole of Mentor, Ohio is determined to keep me here, I decided that it would be a good time to survey my luggage that is taking up the greater part of my living room, and that I wanted to take a Playboy style photo shoot with my new significant other, "my life in three bags."  However, trying to keep it classy, I decided that I wouldn't ask my father to take the shots of me, and I'd try and do it myself.  Given that my luggage is the size of Rhode Island, I was having a difficult time fitting my sexy body and three suitcases into the frame without looking like I was constipated.  I still wanted to keep Myspace classiness, you know?  Anyways...my flight leaves in 16 hours, and I'll be stuck in Chicago O'Hare all day.  I'll make an awesome tourist video there, I think.

Peace out, next time you hear from me, I'll be in London.  (Hopefully...I may be stuck facing the hairy arms and unpleasant demeanor of a TSA agent).

Welcome to My Adventure (Unless Mother has Something to Say About It)

T-Minus 1 Day
...until I, in the words of everyone but myself, "hop the pond."  I'm not sure how that little phrase weinered its way into our lingo because to the best of my knowledge, the Atlantic Ocean is a tad bigger than a pond.

Welcome to my blog...subscribe so I feel appreciated :)  I'll be updating this and making it look as good as I do over the next few days...I'll figure out to add video and whatnot, but for now you've got to read.

Anywho,
After stuffing my life into two suitcases, a carry-on suitcase, a bookbag, I seem to be ready to depart, although I'm not sure my mother is too pleased I'm going to be thousands of miles away from her comforting embrace.  Today she decided that she was the new UK immigration official and let me know EXACTLY what documentation I needed and what I didn't.  The conversation played out something like this...

Mom: "I was reading...blah blah blah...that it said...blah blah blah...and you don't need...blah blah blah (aka my receipt for tuition, and my financial papers stating that I'm not gonna mooch off of England)"

Me: "Mother if indeed it said that, which it did not, and I brought it, what would be the harm?"

My mom looked at me for a second, then looked like she was in deep thought, then gave a little deer in the headlights look, then declared, "I'm going to finish laundry." (Mothers: the most caring yet silly people ever)

Don't worry Mom, don't worry world: Traveling to Europe and Conquering the World is what I was meant to do.

Peace out world, talk to you tomorrow.