Last London Reminisce

so kunky showed me this a loong time ago but its been on my replay recently
maybe its bc this music video was shot in london?
or talk of the future/graduation keeps coming up?

…but i’m really identifying with this right now

Confusion girl never gives or takes
Tries to cover up all of her mistakes
Wanting to be someone else
Anything but herself…

now……

last one, promise.  cause i know you guys are sick of me whining about how much i miss europe hahahah (x

random outfit of the day (ok i threw the tie in there for fun.  i dont think i actually wore it out though)

So the other day I was reading my old saved and unpublished blog posts (either they are unfinished, deemed “too whiny,” or I forgot to post them) and came across the first blog I wrote in London in January. Here is an excerpt:

“Anyway I yelled at UCL Residences in person but to no avail.  I took a tour of the campus and it started snowing.  I nearly slipped on the ice and broke my neck four times, and I didn’t eat or make any friends at all until three hours ago (that is, only the former).

And to be honest, my chances of making friends right now are bleak.  I don’t live in a UCL residence hall and I wasn’t here for the beginning of orientation, so I’m behind in meeting new people.  I feel so awkward and lonely here, a feeling I haven’t had since high school.  There are so many things to see and do here, but I have nobody to do it with.  It’s Friday night and I want to have dinner and cocktails at a dimly lit bar and restaurant after hitting up chic boutiques and famous streets.  Then I want to laugh over drinks at a bar until 11 or 12AM, when I want to shed my coat and dance the night away at a disco in my little black dress.

Instead, I ate the buns my grandma packed and read the newspaper alone in my hotel.  And now after buying an adapter, a cup of 75 pence tea from Mickey D’s (where I actually couldn’t figure out the pound system so the cashier had to look at all the coins in my hand and pick out 75 pence) and walking around for an hour (or was it two?) in the freezing cold in attempt to find wifi, I’m back in the UCL main entrance on my computer attempting to connect to the internet and failing terribly.

Okay—literally twenty tries later I give up.  London officially hates me.  Freaking internet WTF.

NOW I WILL WALK ALL THE WAY BACK TO MY HOTEL IN THE FREEZING COLD.  I CAME HERE FOR NOTHING SINCE I CAN’T GET ONLINE!! YOU SUCK BRITAIN!!! AUUGHHHHHH.

I’m going to go back and go to bed now.  Even though it’s only 11:30.  I’m supposed to be dancing in my little black dress right now!  Worst Friday ever.

I’m homesick, weekendfunsick, goodfoodsick, dancingsick, friendsick, and Mohosick.

I’m not one to complain like this usually, but I just hope this isn’t the “amazing study abroad experience” I’m here for.”

Reading this made me smile.  I received prime university housing eventually, made amazing friends from all over the world, and danced nearly every weekend away after cocktails in my little black dress—and this all wasn’t even the least of it.

I stood on a cliff and yodeled into the Alps.  I ate midnight gelato by the Coliseum with a stranger-turned-friend.  I bought macarons in a McDonald’s in Versailles.  I spread prosciutto slices over fresh baguettes while watching the sun set over Florence.  I drank a liter of Hofbrauhaus brew in Munich by myself.  I danced to Katy Perry at a lesbian club in Brighton.  I bought a gram of cannabis from a coffee shop called 420 in Amsterdam (for someone else ok la).  I yelled at a man on an Athenian beach for making “chinky eyes” at me.  I got fined by a Parisian subway officer over a misunderstanding and subsequent argument.  I learned how pigeons mate in St. James Park.  I bought a bag off Champs-Élysées.  I tried Spritz out of a plastic cup during happy hour in Venice.  I got lost within Vatican City by myself.  I found true love in the form of a waffle in Belgium.  And I sipped champagne on the top of London Eye.

I would never have imagined all this would happen when I was writing that miserable blog in January.  These five months have been unpredictable and utterly amazing.  I will never forget (=

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