Okay call me Negative Nancy, but I found two things I don’t like. Pigeons and PDA: Go away, please? I realize neither of these things is unique to London, but they are everywhere here.
So neat! They have restored pretty much all of it to look like it would have in the 40s and 50s when it was still operating.
I'll try to get a better picture ASAP. :)
Here's the Mexican diamond mine owner's boat. This is the only pic I got before my camera died and it really doesn't do it justice. But I had to try to get a shot for my dad. Think it would work at Table Rock?
Going to do a little blogging before early bedtime. Tomorrow is my interview with CNBC! I’m so excited. This morning I took the tube to figure out exactly how to get there…and it took me an hour. Whoa. I went a different way home though and it only took 45 minutes. I really can’t complain because I get off at the St. Paul’s Cathedral station, so I get to walk by it every time I go to work and it’s absolutely gorgeous. (The church where Princess Di got married…yes, I’m slightly fascinated by her.) CNBC is on the sixth floor of 10 Fleet Place. The building is really neat and state-of-the-art. I can’t wait to work there!
My second post in 1 day! Too much? Maybe... I’ve been home a lot today because I’m soo tired. Naps have been hard for me here. I have a bad case of FOMO (fear of missing out) but I’m going to have to get over it. I’ve been sitting on the couch for a while trying to play with my website but I can’t keep my eyes open. The format of the site is not exactly what I want it to be but I don’t like the other ones any more so I guess I’ll stick with the sunset for now. And for the record, because I’ve gotten a lot of questions, journeys is spelled correctly. I know it seems like it should be –ies but it’s not. Just fyi. But other than that if anybody has thoughts about the website please let me know!
One of my favorite parts of the Harry Potter books is his adventure with the crazy night bus. Now that I live in London, I can relate. Harry meets a crazy bus driver and eventually flies away on the bus with his trunk in tow. My experience last night pretty much mirrored that…except the Slovakian character we met was definitely not the bus driver and I was more concerned about the well being of my flat mates rather than my personal belongings. Don’t worry Mom…we made it home perfectly fine.
Doing a little blogging before I go out to explore on this beautiful London afternoon…
So I live in London. As of now I still feel more like a tourist than a resident, and I’m kind of okay with never becoming just one or the other. Today was a great start at mixing the two…we started this morning a little bit less jetlagged but I was (am) still pretty out of it. I couldn’t get out of my bunk bed until 20 minutes until our meeting time. We got on a tour bus and headed off for a morning of sightseeing. It’s now 12:35am (6:35pm Missouri time) and looking back I cannot believe how much ground we’ve covered today. I want to add pictures—and I will as soon as I can figure it out—to chronicle everything just because there’s no way I can remember it all. The cutest British woman name Diana was our tour guide and she was just like Mary Poppins! I was about to say that she had an umbrella and everything but I realized how silly that sounds…only the dense Americans like me don’t have an umbrella handy at all times! Maybe I should have brought the ‘authentic’ Mary Poppins umbrella that my mom and I bought on Broadway over spring break…don’t laugh, we were on some kind of Broadway high.
First day in London!! Right now it’s 9:36 am in Missouri and 3:36 pm here. I’ve been up since 6am yesterday morning. Little sleepy. The last week has been absolutely crazy. This time yesterday I was sitting at Chicago O’Hare Airport looking out the window, watching the hum of activity that reminded me of a Lemmings colony. This time last week I was cramming for my American Constitution final which I didn’t do all that well on, but I’m okay with because the professor was the cutest old man alive and I won’t let anything tarnish my memory of the class. I actually wrote in my notebook “I <3 Dr. Casey.”
Since my first post last week, I've noticed how my blog's existence seems to creep into my thoughts and conversations, which is very unexpected. It's funny to see the different reactions to my new endeavor...especially how j.school kids react vs. everyone else. My older sister, for example gave a very interesting perspective. She's in her first year of grad school (studying day and night topics that are as far from journalism as you could possibly get) and she's dying to blog, but her worst nightmare would be anyone knowing that she blogs. Make sense? I didn't think so either. I asked her and she gave me this explanation, which had me rolling on the floor laughing...
This is my first official blog posting! Yay! I created this account in October of 2006...my freshman year of college, and here I am a junior--for a few more days. Wow, how time flies.