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Your twenties are your selfish years. The time to do everything that you want to do and not care about the effect it might have later down the road. Last night Suruchi and I went to an American styled diner. We ate burgers (vegetarian), sweet potato fries, and had the best chocolate milkshakes. After singing My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and their like, its better than yours. . .  We realized that we are about half way through our program. It hit us that back home in Texas and Tennessee nothing has changed. All of our friends are doing the same things as last fall and the fall before, we aren’t missing anything. The best way to put it is we are in the UK looking back at who we are in the US; I noticed that even though it has only been two months, I have grown up and changed. Sitting in that red booth I realized that I don’t regret anything and I am so excited that hesitating is now something foreign to me.

We all came to London for different reasons, but I came for one reason - the music scene. For the last couple of years I have wondered where Sony Music Headquarters in London was located. When I was packing my bags I never thought that one day I would be trying to figure out an outfit to wear to a Live Stream for an up and coming artist named Ella Henderson. After coming sixth on the famous television show, X Factor, Ella was signed by the man himself; Simon Cowell. Her debut album, Chapter One, shot up to number one in the UK. Suruchi and I entered into the building and I could not keep my excitement controlled. The walls had the names of each act signed to the label, and seeing names like Michael Jackson, Leona Lewis, and One Direction painted in black, gave me chills.

After Ella stunned us with her vocals, we got the chance to meet the eighteen year old. When I entered the room, I pulled an “Audrey”, and tripped. Naturally I acted awkward, but she was such a lovely girl. So talented that I am going to predict that she will not only go far, but also smash America.

The National Football League, also known as the NFL is practically a definition for America. The NFL hosted a game this weekend at Wembly stadium, Detroit Lions versus Atlanta Falcons. To get the British public hyped for the game, there was a rally in Trafalgar Square on Saturday. Erin and I went and realized that any football jersey is appropriate for an NFL rally; I saw so many Seahawks jerseys. Being a proud Washingtonian I found myself saying “Go Hawks” whenever I saw a green and blue jersey. The entire event was like a British person trying to throw a football, not well. It was a bad interpretation of what Americans do at a football game, there was a Budweiser cart, but other than that everyone was on their best behavior. The Brits just stood there and politely watched the main event take place instead of being a rowdy, chest-painted, beer-drinking crowd that is a typical tailgate.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are the only days standing in my way until I am on Fall Break. During these next couple of weeks I am going to a soft opening for a fancy restaurant and have to figure out what to pack for a trip to GREECE. I am slightly freaking out over the fact that I will be traveling to another foreign country. Someone please don’t pinch me, but let me live in this twisted fantasy.