As lame and boring as Elk Mound and the surrounding areas are, I would give almost anything to be able to go home. I know I know, what am I thinking, blah blah, but really.. I've never appreciated my life more than being out of place of it. This is an opportunity of a lifetime I know, and not many people get to ever have the same experience, but I miss my life! I miss sunshine every day, and hanging out with my dog. The only even remotely close things that remind me of home here is the American music thats played in every club, the Subway a few blocks down, and the cows that live next door at the vet school-at least they still smell like cows!
Me and the flatmates spent the day wondering the fabric stores of Shepherd's Bush, and the luxuriousness of Oxford Street. Lots of good things at both places. In Shepherd's Bush I got some knit fabric, possibly will turn into a dress? TopShop of course.. got some cute jewelry. I have come to the conclusion that you can get away with wearing literrally ANYTHING here in London. I mean ANYTHING. Some of the strangest things have walked by, worn by some rather strange looking people. It's quite inspiring and somewhat admirable but something tells me that high waisted chiffon palazo pants, and a half shaved mohalk wouldn't fly on the campus of Menomonie, especially in the winter. I have also come to the conclusion that there is to much money flying around London. Jeez. Designer, designer, designer.
Apparently, soccer ("futboll") is HUGE here. The world cup is currently being kicked in South Africa and England is in their.. second round? I havent figured out who wins, or what the point system for each game is, but England is still in a pretty good running. We went to a local pub called World's End in hopes of catching the game, but there was so many people that we left before the first half even ended. I'm not much of a soccer fan anyway...
