I just found out that it was April 4th, meaning I completely missed April Fool’s Day in the extreme rush of the last two weeks.

Two Fridays ago Lassie came into London to visit her fairy goddaughter (me) and treat me to some wonderful eating and drinking and fun. As with all great adventures, we ended up in the middle of a peaceful riot, which became violent after we left. I’d imagine that’s why it became violent, but it’s hard to say with any certainty. Lassie stayed right across the street from me, and in true horror film tradition she was able to see directly into my window from her hotel. This lead me to think that I should probably start to shut my blinds at the very least when I am crumping in my room to ABBA’s Dancing Queen. We also had Lassie playing the role of matchmaker at Leadenhall Market where we decided that she should be in charge of picking all the best boys based entirely on looks, facial hair and the color of one’s suit. I also have now tried just about every ethnic restaurant in Lambeth, and can choose a favorite appetizer, main dish and dessert without hesitation.

The day that Lassie left was 20 hours before my mother arrived with Patty and Vicka. That gave me 20 hours to spend in the library in write two 2000 word dissertations. The amazing thing is they both are now finished and turned in, one even two days early. While Mother was in town we managed to do Leadenhall, the OXO Tower, curry, a fantastically bizarre play starring Jack from Lost, a girl’s night, two runs and a big celebratory Momo dinner among other things. Unfortunately, I’d been sickish since Lassie left and rushing to finish my bibliographies, so I had to miss out on some of the fun.

But now that I have a month long spring break before my three exams thrown haphazardly in May, I plan on having very exciting Lizzie McGuire-esque adventures and dancing like Edie Sedgewick wearing A-line dresses and lots of eyeliner. I’ve also taken to riding the bus around until I find somewhere I like, getting off and drawing strangers or ducks. It’s incredible how nosy people are though, and an astonishing number of people watch me sketch. I mean I understand I cannot draw, but when people come up and stare at my doodles I want to hit them. I don’t follow them around and look at their photos and tell them they’re atrocious photographers. I just think it behind their back like a decent person.

But I’m officially beyond excited for traveling (with two l(s)) with Ms Caitlin! She’s actually my planning and executing savior, as if I were in charge we’d be sitting in St. Pancras for 10 days.

Finally-for anyone who wants to petition the Olympic Committee on mine and Ainsley’s behalf, I found a sport that I think we could take Gold in.

http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/world-of-sport/article/42061/

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