lancaster and york.

So I'm pretty sure I'm doing really badly in the class that I'm taking here, but I'm seeing castles and drinking tea and getting drunk alongside James Franco and making friends and eating paninis and not caring about it too much. The day after tomorrow, I will be in London and then it's all museums and artists and double-decker buses galore. I'm having a good time, which will transform into a great time in my memory, but hasn't quite yet. It just makes me angry how much studying everyone does here. I did NOT pay $5,000 to come over here and sit in my hotel room curled around A Midsummer Night's Dream. I came here to live it, in a not so fairy-centered and creepy way. As an act of defiance, it may be back to the pub on a schoolnight for me.