And we're back! You're fortunate eyes have landed on the
trail-blazing,
stress razing,
mind-elating,
INVIGORATING,
promulgating,
fact-inflating,
never fading blog of yours truly. Coming at you from foggy town near London's mound--past the bus stop and through the door, up the stairs, on the second floor. Here you have it. Ladies and Gentlemen, THE RHUDABEGA!

You have missed out. How much happens in two months? Shoot. Trips to: Cardiff, Wales; Bath, Glatsonbury, and Stonehenge; the beautiful Scotland (Edinburgh, Inverness, Isle of Skye); Oxford; Windsor and Eton. Tours of Inns of Court and Parliament. Numerous pubs. The passage from poor homestay to great homestay. Five hour running photo-tour of London. Classes. And, of course, music to fit all the moods.

But, I'd like to express my gratitude for one invariable factor this semester. Though stress be high, a history paper below par, slug infestation, and our miscommunication, I have yet to clog the toilet. Couldn't tell you where the plunger is located. Heck, maybe there isn't one. Load up the red meats, fried foods, and biscuits! I'll sweat this one out in confidence.

A few goals of mine this November.
1) Grow the Novembeard. No shave November. Time to get grizzly.
2) Explore the nooks of London's music scene with aforementioned Novembeard.
3) Don't take for granted the little time left in London.

Any questions? Bueller? Bueller?