
I shall allow myself a moment of silly girlishness, because I'm cool like that and can pull it off. Here it goes *ahem*:

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I'M IN LONDON YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm REALLY HERE!!!!!
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I can fill out pages and pages on this, but there really isn't much point on it. HUGE thanks to those of you who helped me get here. I'm in heaven XD
....though this heaven has a dreadfully slow internet -_____- had to go outside my room, down the hall to get a good signal. Ah well.
Warning, this is going to be veryvery long, so yeah, skim through it XD
Let's back up a bit in time, shall we?
Day1 (&2? Thursday & Friday)
I arrive to the airport wearing 5 days' worth of clothing (to lower the weight in the suitcase a tiny bit), including shorts, two sweatpants and jeans (I'm glad I brought Lorena's rather large jeans, otherwise this wouldn't have worked). Plus two jackets to layer on later :D I was dying lol nah jk, it wasn't
too bad. Carrying and rolling my things was a bit of a chore, but I managed; not without casualties, though. Unfortunately my plushie pillow was lost somewhere the way *moment of mourning*... ah well, it's not like I've needed it so far, and it would've only added to the bulk.
At the airport we're all a mess of suitcases, everyone checking out what the others brought, trying to determine whether we over or under-packed. With the information I have now, I know I could've done without my CHI (hair straightener) and the hair-dryer (since they tend to blow up, plus it's so wet there's really no use), but other than that I think I packed just right. [Stupid gloves ended up being both left handed. Baka... so I'll need to buy new ones. Pity, because I already own some and they're so comfy and practical. Waste of money.]
ANYWAY... as I was saying, I packed all right, the only problem being that my suitcase is too heavy by itself. A large duffel bag with wheels would've been perfect (te lo dije, papi =P nunca me haces caso). By some miracle it didn't go overweight.
The first plane took us to Houston... merely 35 minutes flying. We had a PMSing flying attendant and I pity those girls who had to directly deal with her moodiness. Even the gentleman sitting next to me thought it was a bit too much (she was making a huge deal out of the fact that one of the carry-ons didn't fit easily, as if it were the girl's fault that the plane was full and all the space taken before we boarded).
Once in Houston, we had a few hours to waste away... then we boarded (this time by seats and not as a group, so that we wouldn't be the last again and have to deal with insufficient compartment space). The flight was all right... I was a good girl and drank all the water (=P yuck) I could and walked around the plane =P people started to get annoyed at me, but I was not alone while roaming the plane lol In order to accomplish this, I had to stay awake for most of the flight >_____< (yes, very out-of-character for me. The world is ending) All hail the movies and music selection for making this tolerable (ok, fine, it wasn't bad at all). Spent my time watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', 'Bridget Jones' Diary' 1&2, and listening to practically all the rock, jazz and Luis Miguel sections. The girl next to me, Stefania, was nice enough to point out ways to save money in London and still attend good theatre productions and shows.
The flight was uneventful and so was the immigration process at the airport. We got out and it was drizzling, so I was very happy. It wasn't chilly enough for a jacket... but then again I was wearing far too many layers already XD Our guide was very nice and explained us what we were looking at on our way to Metrogate, but I was only half listening, mostly taking in the view.
We finally got to Metrogate...it was a nightmare to move our stuff into and around the reception, trying to get our keys and fit into the elevator (some daring individuals chose to got up the stairs with their luggage. I wasn't one of them.). Lucky as I am (haha) I got the last -or second last, not sure- floor, and the farthest room on that floor. Crappy internet and it's just a deterrent to use the stairs. I'm trying to use them at least twice a day...see if I can get in shape with that... or at least not get worse.

The room is nice and not as cramped as I thought it would be. Kimberly said that she liked to be on the bottom...so I had to take the top bunk bed. It's not so bad anymore.
>>>> This is the view out of our window. Not extremely panoramic, but much better than the brick wall others have to face. Look at that beautiful sky. No sun showing, cool wind blowing, light showers. That's my kind of day. It is at times like this when I wonder what the heck am I doing at San Antonio... or El Paso, for that matter, but that's not up to me lol. (Weather aside, I do like San Antonio and my people there, so don't feel bad :P)
It was at this point that I found my camera and my life was complete again (while I was in SA I was freaking out because I couldn't find it, even though I knew I'd packed it).

FIE gave us 5P to use for lunch... so Martha, Kim, Katrine and I headed out to seek for a place to eat at. Have I mentioned how beautiful South Kensington is? Well, it is. It screams out 'posh' left and right. The mixture of old buildings with new... I love it. And the museums! For the full series of pictures, visit my
photobucket accountI love it how they let us know where to look at for oncoming traffic XD Doesn't help much -yes, we suck-

We only found one reasonably priced restaurant in the direction we headed out to -Italian food-....and it was closed T______T If we'd gone the other way around, we would've found plenty more, but this way we found Sainsbury (supermarket) XD and got a look at the general prices to estimate what we would have to spend later on. I ended up buying frozen pizza and a drink... spent 3.50P, I think. When we went back, we decided to take a detour, try to see what was a the back of our street and get to know the place.
That was when what's-her-name started bugging us. Ah well. We made it in time to eat our meals and go to the first walking tour of the area. We went to the entrance of the University we're connected to: Imperial College... which turns out to be the MIT of the UK. Fancy that. I can't wait until classes start there and we can join the clubs... though I'll have to pick only one or two out of the 7 or so I want...
Area near our residence
Foundation House (where we'll take our classes). It's a couple of streets away from Metro, so we can easily get there in the mornings. I'm still going to head out early for class on Tuesday, because if I stay true to myself, I'm going to get lost anyway XD. Better do that with time.I'm missing a lot, but the internet is a pain... I'll update later...