Hell on Earth

That title best describes the process of obtaining a Visa to enter the UK. After numerous phone calls, faxes, e-mails, and fruitless correspondence, I am to receive my passport tomorrow.

I was supposed to leave yesterday.

So I'm going to the airport on Saturday to beg British Airways to let me on a flight. If that doesn't work out, then I'm not going to arrive in London until the 17th, after the first week of classes. Luckily UCL people have been unconditionally nice to me.

I'm all packed and ready to get the hell out of here. I live near Buckingham Palace but I'm going to switch to housing closer to UCL in Central London. No complaints either way.

But first, a recap of 2008:
-roll 6 deep
-"THAT'S THE LIFE!!!" *honk* Lauren the suburban tourbus driver
-The suburbs are not blc-friendly
-"RANCH, PLEASE!" -Meghan @ Steak and Shake, I cried.
-Rachel's "list of the best things ever"
-future MILFs at Lauren's
-KSmith devirginized my mind with her pornographic prose

How fun is my life?