This is no playground fight, it's a battle to the death.

I am seriously considering becoming a hermit. I feel like it would be an ideal lifestyle for me.

Last night at the pub, I got into a very serious debate with a British boy about marriage. It was a weird experience.

Since I live on the third floor and the fridge is in the basement, I've just given up and started drinking my Diet Coke room temperature.

Recently my diet has consisted of three things, and three things only: cole slaw, nutella, and tuna melts. This is not an exaggeration.

I've noticed that British people don't laugh very loudly. This is a problem for me. I just can't control my obnoxious cackle. Every time I laugh people look at me like I've personally offended them in some horrendous fashion.

I miss my dogs.

I have been going into every secondhand bookshop I find just to look for one particular edition of The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides.

I don't really have anything to blog about. I haven't done much writing beyond my essays. Most of my time is spent watching old episodes of The West Wing, reading, and getting drunk.