Dear Becca,

I have been remiss. My first class is tomorrow. It's going to be quite traumatic since I haven't had to go to school in five months. I haven't actually gone outside London yet but there's tons of stuff to see here so I've kept busy. So basically we don't eat here cause it's too expensive. I'm so in need of a Costco hot dog right now. I've been living on tap water and these things called digestives (they're basically cookies).

I can't believe you let Niko walk. You were supposed to hinder any mental/physical/emotional progress until I got back. He's gotten too big. It's really hard for me to brainwash him when I'm abroad. I should've thought about that.

I'm kind of peeved I'm missing out on all my shows. Everyone here watches X-Factor which seems really lame. It's basically just American Idol. Well we don't have a TV in my flat anyway. I wonder what happens to my body when not in the presence of a television for an extended period of time. It may rebel against me.

Anyway here's the only picture I have with me in it. It's in front of the London Eye when I went on a boat cruise.

Postmarked: 1:00 a.m.

Dear Amanda,

I am quite upset that you haven't posted in so long, but I guess I haven't either so we both need to step up our game. I don't even know if you are alive. I'm hoping you are and you are just taking a really long time to post some pictures of London/Paris/wherever else you have been so far. As you can see in the following picture, your godson is now walking...all...over...the...place. He saw an open door today and RAN towards it and I literally had to run as fast as I could to keep him from going outside and falling on his face down the steps. It's quite scary, but you know how things go when you leave. This is what I get for you leaving. Hurry up and put some posts up. Now.

Postmarked 1:05 p.m.

Dear Amanda,

By the way, the new season of HOUSE is on right now. It's so good. You know you are jealous.

Postmarked 9:04 p.m.

Dear Amanda,

Take some pictures of the sights and put them up! Have you adjusted to London yet? The time change, the electrical outlets, the accents, the arrogance? Pizza Express sounds like Pizza Hut and Panda Express together, which are equally disgusting. Hopefully the food was much better. I have so much studying to do for Psychology so I will write a longer post later.

Here is a picture I took yesterday at work. Your name is in the OFFICIAL baptism book at Holy Family. You should feel honored.

Postmarked 8:58 p.m.

Dear Becca,

Sorry it's taken me forever to post. I've had a lot of British lingo to catch up on. Lesson of the day: medic = doctor. I still haven't unpacked so my room looks exactly like the picture I posted. My friend Lauren and I walked all around London today. We were looking for a place to buy a cell phone, but they were all closed. How dare people keep holy the Sabbath. It worked out though cause we inadvertently walked by like all the big sights. We saw Big Ben, the London Eye, Piccadilly Circus, St. Paul's Cathedral and probably a bunch of other stuff that I didn't recognize.

We went to dinner tonight with Megan and Sarah (my friends from NYU). We went to this place called Pizza Express which is a lot classier than it sounds. Then we went to this pub and it was Scrabble night. Well done, London (even though we didn't play cause that game makes me feel stupid). So apparently I have to go to orientation tomorrow but no one really knows for sure. Should be exciting.

Here's a pic of the little care package they gave us. It has gummy bears. Score!

Postmarked: 1:52 a.m.

Dear Amanda,

I would like you to know that your godson called 911 this morning. He found the phone on the couch and when I saw him playing with it I took it and put it back, but apparently it was too late because like 4 minutes later a police man came to the back door and was like, "Is everything alright here?" He said they had gotten a 911 call from our house. When he saw Niko he started laughing and he said, "Well at least you know it works." Thank god he was nice because I was totally mortified.

Postmarked 3:46 p.m.

Dear Becca,

I'm FINALLY about to go to sleep. I haven't slept since I woke up on Friday. I'll write a real post tomorrow when my brain is working better. For now here's a picture of my bags that refuse to unpack themselves.

Postmarked: 23:59