Can I Still Be a Jetsetter if I Drive Everywhere?

A thousand miles and many many dollars in gas later, ta-da! I'm in Texas. And it's on fire.


Luckily none of my close family or friends have been directly impacted by the flames, but everyone's on guard and there is smoke in the air. A lot of it. Visible, scary, cough-inducing smoke.

Other than that, the trip so far has been fabulous, and I've been busy. Since heading to San Antonio a week ago, I've gotten to:

Eat at a Scottish pub with kilted waitstaff:

I was happy to see both sexes being treated as equal pieces of meat.

Be terrified by finding this in Jay and Kellie's hallway:

I once played a jester named Yorick. Should I be worried?

 Play video games! Ok, watch other people play video games:

"Fat Princess" is serious shit.

 Drink amazing homemade Sangria:

So good, Kellie didn't want any of it to go to waste. 

 Play with puppy!

Marty loves his balls. Well, the ones they let him keep. (Yes, I'm 12)

 And start missing the crap out of everyone in Des Moines!

Digital puppy kisses just aren't the same.

 And then I got to Houston, where I had to start doing semi-responsible tasks. Like going to the eye doctor. Surprise! I need glasses.

Now I'm that much closer to looking like Tina Fey. In my head.

Up to come while I'm still Stateside- coffee with friends, fun times with Mawmaw Ruby and some sun at the BEACH!

8 Days left in Des Moines?! 8???!!!

Where did all the time go?

Oh, yeah.


In other news, I finally have a place of residence in the UK! Hurray! In a somewhat surprising turn of events, I will be living in a Postgraduate Intercollegiate dorm in London- it's some 40 minutes away from the main campus of Royal Holloway, but much closer to...well, London.

Here I come!

A room for two was all that was available. Here's a look at my slightly-larger-than-expected prison cell:

It just needs some glitter.

In other other news, I got a reading list from University (British slang omgAHH!).

......
I should probably start reading some plays.

"Snatch" Sundays - 3 Weeks to Houston, 5 Weeks to London

I've been living up the summer- Des Moines style- pretty hardcore in preparation for the big move.


Some memories I've been accumulating:

Des Moines shirts from Raygun. 

Supernatural aka "Supernatch" aka "Snatch" Sundays with mah ladies. Kissy gets scared.

 But for some reason we can't keep our eyes off the screen.

I don't think it's just the mimosas.




And of course there's always band practice to keep me busy.

 

Since I know I'm going to miss it here, there's no way that during the next three weeks I'm going to miss out.