I actually had a good time last night. I had no idea I could (or would) dance, I’m not used to having four drinks in one night (usually, I just get one, two or none at all. I reckon I will get drunk very fast with my tiny body), and I’m definitely not used to random guys touching and kissing me and then wanting me to come home with them. Eww. Well, Chris, my brit house mate who lives across the door of my room, has promised to look after me (and remind me of embarrassing things, that bastard) for the rest of the events here. So don’t worry your sweet heads my dears, I’ll be perfectly fine.

Two fast facts I’ve taken notice to lately;

• Brits love saying “that’s fair enough” as a conclusion to an argument, and constantly asking “are you alright?” even if you are alright. I think. Perhaps I didn’t look quite alright. I dunno.
• Brits don’t know how to make coffee. I asked for a latte with vanilla, and I got something akin to hot milk (not properly steamed) with coffee poured on top.

We love our neighbour houses, we’re 8-9 people in each house here at Constable Terrace. I’m going to have a horrible time trying to recognize and remember all the names of the three-four houses. That devilishly handsome guy I twittered about, he’s from Australia (so many Australian people here!), and wasn’t as gentleman as I thought he’d be. Never judge a book by its cover, eh. Well, no matter, there’s another cute guy in the neighbour house!

I’m so happy I actually get up this early in the mornings on my own accord (I’ve seriously gotten up at around 8 every day since I arrived), it means I’ll have the time to blog and update you guys. Goodness knows I don’t have the time during the day!

I have a coffee date with Josh from the US, another house mate on the floor below me, in about one hour (it’s already 9:52!), so I have to go downstairs to the kitchen and fetch some breakfast. I’m starving. And no, it’s not a date as in I’m dating. Just a coffee morning meeting thing we’re attending. Lala. See you some other morning!