cheerio, love.

I have just returned from my second trip to

London, England.

verdict: its love.

The trip began with a particularly beautiful flight.

I guess these were pretty nice too...

After we got into town, we ate at Pizza Express.

A restaurant that serves dough balls.

As in balls of dough with a cup of butter.

As in, ohmyfreakinggod.

Followed by some words of wisdom from my father.

I'm happy to say the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

So much awesome.

Then, it was the big event.

The reason we were in London in the first place.

The premiere of Harry Potter 7.

Which was, AMAZING. i was, well... spellbound. tehe.

We saw it in IMAX.

And we sat behind a group of American students who put my Harry Potter obsession to shame.

I believe I heard one girl say

"if I have to pee during the movie, I'm just going to be in my pants.

I brought napkins."

(Not to worry though. next movie, I'm bringing a wand. Maybe a cauldron.

Bitches think they can out fan-girl me... pshh.)

Love.of.my.Life.

And we walked around, checking out Big Ben, the London Eye, and Parliament.

Parliament

which was guarded by very intense, machine gun carrying cops.

Parliament, which I decided to throw a starburst at.

A starburst that hit a window and made a sound and made one of the intense machine gun carrying cops come out from his post and stare me down.

With his big machine gun.

I thought I was going to get arrested.

But an innocent smile does wonders and he lowered his weapon and walked away.

**Note to self: Do not throw candy at important buildings. Cops won't be amused.

We ended the evening buy people watching drunkies over hot chocolate before returning back to Victoria Station and back to the airport for our flight back to Aix.

Bloody Good Show Chaps.

lucky november.

it's november.

and november, pour moi, en general, c'est un tres bon mois.

translation: for some reason unknown to me, my novembers' are pretty awesome.

it's just one of those things, ya know?

i'm counting on ole lucky november to get me out of my homesick,

what the heck, france?!

slump.

i'm missing so many things.

1. My family. My friends. My dogs. Obviously. No need to elaborate.

2. The Holiday Cups at Starbucks. Peppermint White Mocha?! Guess not.

3. Big Gulps. Moreover, the concept of a freaking refill. You might think this is silly, but after you find yourself paying 3 euros for un Coca Light, and only getting one glass for the whole meal, you might rethink judging me.

4. The laundry machine in my house. That I don't have to get change to use.

BUT.

i'm in france this year.

and that's a definite something.

AND.

i'm going to London for Harry Potter 7 opening night.

AND AND.

it's my birthday in 28 days.

AND AND AND.

this is my christmas wonderland.

DONC.

i think it's going to be all good.

je peux le faire. je peux le faire. je peux le faire.