I should be in Florence right now...

Instead I'm sitting in my tiny, hot, overpriced room in London, trying to avoid my Iraqi flatmates (who are actually about 55). Yes, I share a student dorm with two 55 year old Iraqi men. Get me out of here!

Two weeks ago, I thought everything in my life was perfect. I kept pinching myself, thinking, IT'S REALLY HAPPENING! MY life is getting exciting! Now it's just exciting in some tragic way. Though, I suppose it's not THAT bad. It just sucks, a lot.

It sucks because:

I'm not in Italy.

I'm forever single.

I lost my passport.

I have to pay for a new visa.

I live with middle aged men.

I've realized I'm screwed with my dissertation and I have to spend most of tomorrow in the library starting it. And most of Saturday and m

ost of Sunday. Like I actually have to do a lot this time. Not just say I'm going to in my mind. Goals: figure out how to code data tomorrow, write intro and lit review on Saturday and Sunday. Oy.Vey.

Good things:

I'm going to Oxford tomorrow to have a slumba party with my friend Claire.

I bought some really nice new clothes to make up for me not going to Italy.

Including:

Cute on sale wedges from Clarks! Loving the wedges look!

A nice summer trench from Gap... heavily reduced in the UK!

So at least I'll look like a chic city worker. Wallow Wallow.