Today I really did go to Oxford Street. I saw at least four H&Ms there. I went into one of them and bought a really cute dress. I think it's worth noting that Londoners pronounce the H differently than we do. It sounds like "haych and em" instead of "aych and em," if you see what I mean. I think that is pretty silly of them.

I also introduced myself to the glory that is Primark. Primark is the best place in the world. This is a list of things I purchased for 40 pounds: two pairs of flats, 3 pairs of brightly colored tights, a black coat, a duvet cover/sheet set, 5 tea towels, and long-sleeved t-shirt. Holy crap, I love you primark. My room looks about a million times more attractive without that disgusting early nineties motel room peach colored crap that was on my bed. And I am going to try to start keeping up with these brit girls and their absurd levels of unattainable cuteness. I swear I feel like I'm inside a fashion spread every time I go to stupid class. Jerks. The one essential London wardrobe item that I am still lacking is the boots. Everyone here wears boots. They are warm, but also cute. And you can wear them with jeans OR a dress. I must have boots.