So I went back to that hospital from last time to hear the analysis of my blood test. If they get any worse, there will literally be a camera following Michael Scott around. I expected Eric Idle or John Cleese every time a new doctor walked out.
On a side note: Rose macaroons=Big-time loser. Ew. On the other hand, almond marshmallow was nice.
It's snowing, and for the first time ever, Tottenham is pretty (and I love getting all sassy and screaming "Cause that's how we DO it in Tottenham!").
So far I love my classes a lot.
Just reread Northanger Abbey: good insight for the super young/immature.
I want to take ribbon climbing classes.
I get to see Sarah (my sister) in Minnesota for half-term! Mexican food, here I come!
On a similar note, Qdoba: You may want to get the nacho cheese ready, cause I'm buying the tub.
