The Fifth Week...again...for the first time...in London.

And so we've made it through yet another week, though this one is actually shorter than a week. Inconsistency is so fun. But I don't know if I can be consistently inconsistent. I feel that my attempts to be inconsistent could prove to be inconsistent leading to a consistent state of blah. It's a sad thought really. Don't ask me to explain what I've just said, just take the time to acknowledge that I said it. It's been a relatively exciting past few days, with some big news and small victories mixed in the midst of it all. I suppose I'll tell you about it. Since I assume that's why you read this. Unless it's just to look at the pictures.

WEDNESDAY: I had my last midterm of this period on Wednesday. I must say that it was one of the more not fun experiences I've had here thus far. The good thing was that once I finished it I had the rest of the day to relax and wind down knowing that I had survived the day. Sleeping was most certainly involved, but the true joy came in having an Even Stevens marathon with some other people in the house. There's no better way to mentally withdraw from society.

THURSDAY: It was on this day that I made an amazing discovery which will probably lead to many nights of unhealthy eating for me. There's a convenient store basically right in our backyard here. Two oven baked pizzas for four pounds. Score. Now I can have the unhealthy food without having to walk a mile to get it. I may actually gain weight now.

FRIDAY: This was my first experience geo-caching in London. It was quite fun actually. We went to the Natural History Museum and spent the day looking for clues to tell us where the magic box was. It wasn't actually magic, in fact it was hardly even a box, but it was still very exciting. Perhaps the more exciting part was when we saw the name above ours in the ledger of who had found the box. It was only later we found out the first name was actually Ben. Not Bear.

SATURDAY: I actually got a new job on Friday. Forgot to mention that (yet I clearly remembered here and was just to lazy to write this on that day). My new job basically just gives me a lot of added responsibility in the house and that kind of thing. That night my friends and I decided to go out and celebrate. We stayed up 'til ten at night doing shots of chocolate milk. We all felt so well nourished and enriched with the calcium that promotes healthy teeth and bones. Everyone thanked me for teaching them that we didn't need alcohol to have fun. I responded in the only way I could. "Oh, don't thank me. Thank my parents for teaching me good values."

SUNDAY: I went to Chipotle. It was a very good experience. I had really missed the taste of good salsa. The food I had there was absolutely amazing. It was even run by a guy from the States, which made me feel like it was much more authentic. I'm certain that I will go back there many times this semester, despite the fact that I know it will probably hurt me in the end. Maybe I shouldn't go. It's such a good experience having something for the first time in what seems like ages. I can't wait to have like a million experiences like that when I come home from London. But now the sun has set on this week of mine. When the sun rises I shall be in Greece (How's that for a cliffhanger?). Here's to the future that seems like it will never come.