I had my first British person say Cheerio! to me yesterday. In real life.
I hadn't heard it yet, so I wasn't sure it was real current vocabulary. But I guess some people say it.
Unfortunately, the British person who said it to me was an older gentleman, who happened to be a doctor, and who also just happened to examine my lady parts.
I won't go into too much detail, because its mostly awkward and a little bit embarrassing. But just to keep you all at ease, I don't have an STD and the antibiotics are working just fine. Everything is dandy.
I may have just crossed too many blogging lines, but you should be glad I didn't post the original version of this post. A lot more gory details. You're welcome!
Other basic updates on my life:
-I saw The Artist. I know some people are giving this rave reviews and saying its super innovative and great and fantastic. It was enjoyable and I thought there were two or three really brilliant scenes, but I also think parts of it dragged a bit (at one point i checked the time, sure that the movie was almost over, but it had only been on for 30 mins). It currently has 97% on Rotten Tomatoes though, so don't listen to me. I don't know what I'm talking about.
-I ate an entire pizza
-I finally purchased real pillows. The ones I bought when I moved here were little guys. It feels weird sleeping with head and neck support.
Yeah, that's all.