Numero UNO!

Hi!! Okay okay, so I kind of hate blogs, i think they are a little juvinile. Most people just write about their lives, how depressed they are at the time and their lastest with their significant other. Isnt that personal? Have we lost our privacy?? No, but I finally came to my senses, and just realized that I NEED TO MAKE ONE because, and this is why:

1) i'm in london and no one knows whats going on in my life besides me and my london friends...
2) i like to document and scrapbook things and this is kind of like that
3) it could be fun?
4) I LOVE EUROPE! and i want to scream it out to the world!

So. Okay, hi.

My name is jessie. This is me:


Okay, actually its a montage of pictures that my dad put together while i was leaving the cincinnati airport.





It was a long journey, that flight. Virgin Airways though, let me tell you, is great. I got to watch the inflight entertainment. There were 50 movies to pick from and 30 tv shows and then music and docucmentarys, ect. I watched Flight Plan and THE OFFICE, my FAVORITE SHOW, and a british show called "Little Britian" which I found to be quite marvelous. I tried to make myself fall asleep to some "relaxing meditation music" they had availiable. Didn't work. I think I got about an hour of sleep for the 13 hour flight. When I woke up from my 45 minute nap, i looked outside the plane window and saw this:

How beautiful!!! We were above the clouds. The sun was shining. Everything was happy. Ben Melchoirs and I ate a marvoulous breakfast that somehow came 2 1/2 hours after dinner came.














When we arrived, we looked like death. My eyes were puffy and my hair greasy (see picture) And after the chaos of finding our bags, the "coaches" (buses for you americans) came to pick us up off of our little feet, and take us to the one, the only- St. Giles Hotel.






St. Giles was rockin. It was right in Central London, next to Oxford Street and from there you could go basically anywhere. The rooms in St. Giles... haha, the rooms were tiny! Its this tiny room with two single beds connected to a tiny room with a table and two chairs, and then a funky bathroom. Its all crazy, but its kind of what I expected of london. There was this girl staying with me named Kristine. My hotel-mate. She goes to college at Colby-Sawyer and is friends with my cousin Greg! Small world huh??












Anyway, that night, was our first night at the pubs!! Even though we were exhausted, we decided to go out. Why not, you know?? I'm in london. We basically made a fool out of ourselves because we had no idea how to order a drink or how to ask for a drink or anything. It was pretty embarrassing. When I embarrassingly tried to order a drink, the bartender flat out said "you're new here"? Yeh yeah yeah. This was the first pub we attended: The Mortimer Arms. Kind of lame, lots of older people watching football. Not soccer. But it is soccer. But not football. Confused?

One thing that I would have wished that I had learned earlier, was that you think that if you wear another color, like red or pink or green, its not that bad... but then you actually go out on the town by yourself, and you see what all the locals are wearing. Black, brown, navy, blue.... dark colors. Well, one morning, my first morning there, when all the brits were going to work, i decided to put on my bright pink long sleeve shirt with my pink and gray puffy vest over top of it. Hmm. Lets just say that I stuck out... My friends, don't wear pink here.