I'm Back

After taking a little summer vacation, I'm back to the blog. And I have to say, I really missed it. I am about to embark on my last year of college (eek!) so there should be a lot to share :)

Sweet Home Chicago

Well. I'm home. I'm doing laundry and missing London. If anyone is in the Chicagoland area and wants to hang out, please call me. The cell's back on.

Last Day in London

It's my last day in London. Wow. This is really weird.

Another four months of my life have sped past me and today I can't help but feeling like digging my heels in.

I would definitely say that I am ready to come home. I never thought I would miss my family and some very loyal friends so much. But the last few weeks here have been really great and there are a lot of people that I am afraid I met too late.

There is so much to say, and at the same time, nothing to say at all because I feel as though the ways in which I have changed speak for themselves. You'll all see, some in just a few short hours.

Alright, time to embrace the last day on this side of the pond (at least for a while). Cheers.

Last day at Drapers

Today is the last day of my internship and I have already finished all the work I am supposed to do today.

I just checked the weather in Western Springs also :)

Another one bites the dust

Sarah has just informed me that she killed another mouse last night. In her words:

i did. yeah, it was sad. i had just gotten into bed when i heard shannon scream. i walked out of the room and could hear the little mouse crying! his leg and the side of his body was stuck to the paper. he kept trying to pull his head up but he just made himself bleed. i felt so bad for him. i didn't know what to do, and i couldn't smash his head with anything, so i stuck in him the toilet and flushed it a couple times. he's in the happy mouse hunting ground now.

How traumatic. I have never been so thankful to be such a sound sleeper.

And, unfortunately, it was not the fatty that ran over my foot the other night, it was a little baby- probably the fatty's baby. Gross.

After drowning it, the girls placed him in a plastic bag and threw him out the window. Our neighbors are going to think it is raining mice- hell, maybe it is.

For those keeping track- the death toll in flat 5 has now reached 4.

Kristin

Not only is my name now synonymous with high class hooker (thanks to the woman at the center of the Eliot Spitzer prostitution scandal who used Kristen, spelled incorrectly of course, as her call girl name) but it is virtually impossible to pronounce correctly if you are British. While in London I have been called everything from Kirsten, Kiersten, Kristie, Kirstie, Kristina, and Christine- and that's after I pronounce it for people.

Fortunately, another American intern at Drapers whose name is Cara feels my pain. She continually gets called CAR-a.

Oh well, only 5 more days of this nonsense...

Last week at Drapers

Today is my last Monday at Drapers. I am losing my voice and that, coupled with my American accent, is making if very difficult for people to understand me. No one seems to know what I am saying when I ask if they are selling any flip flops. Oh well, only two more days of morning rush hour on the tube- now that is something to smile about.