There is so much to say....

So I have started class (Survey of British Museums) and my internship. I started the internship yesterday and my boss looks like a stereotypical music producer. But I'm telling you AIU (the university I am doing this program through) is not on top of their game, I have been running around like crazy for the last couple days trying to work out a reasonable schedule with an internship, an internship class and another credit class because I had to take one to enroll in the internship... ughh.
Anyway I've been exploring like mad and it's been great fun.
Here are the pictures I've collected so far and it's been really exciting just getting off the underground and walking with my map and my A-Z guidebook and talking to people. I've been mostly talking about politics because it's what I am most interested in, and music venues secondly. I have been to a jazz bar and saw the Afro-Celt Soundsystem with a friend at one of the gay bars in Piccadilly.
Also have I mentioned how STOKED I am for the World Cup? Because I am BEYOND excited. And if any of you think I am a traitor for rooting for England all I have to say is PUUUUHHHLEASE. MY heart is always with Sir Alex (MAN U coach) and my homeland players. But I love you all anyway. So the rest of this post will be pictures of various places and some people.
Have I mentioned I miss you all? Because I do. I have never been so thankful for people like you, my dearest friends who can carry great conversation and are terrific out-of-the-box thinkers and doers. So Thank you.
Without further ado:




Outside of the Wallace Museum, a beautiful private collection of mostly Rococo works, such as "The Swing" and a lot of furniture. Excellent Presentation but unfortunately we couldn't take pictures inside.



That being said I may have taken a sneaky picture of a beautiful clock pictured above.



Hey Paul, This made me think of you. Mainly because it's your name. Good coffee shop next to my work.



This looks boring but the next few pictures are of the Middle Temple Bar club (Barristers or Lawyers dens). And the pubs which I dragged my roommates too. I got free drinks from very off-putting barristers because I could talk politics. I know which pubs I'm going to now... ONLY with a friend. These men are not Foxes.... they are somewhat creepy to be honest.













This is one of my flatties (flatmates). Her name is Amy. She is lovely.



And me! (OH yeah for those of you who don't know, I got a hair cut. As Tyra Banks would say, I got a "Rosemary's Baby" haricut. I got called twiggy the other day by a random older gent.)



This is the back end of Fleet Street. Kaleigh my dear I have not had a meat pie on Fleet Street yet. It may be a project for tomorrow night.


These final photos are of St. Paul's Cathedral. It's a beautiful Church and I am planning on going to Mass there once and to Westminster Abbey once. I cried at Notre Dame. It's a good thing few classic literary works are set at either Westminster or St. Paul's.