<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654</id><updated>2011-08-02T14:54:11.129-07:00</updated><category term='testing the blog'/><category term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>I dwell in Possibility-- A fairer House than Prose--</title><subtitle type='html'>I exist as I am—that is enough;  
If no other in the world be aware, I sit content;  
And if each and all be aware, I sit content.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-2577238045238674511</id><published>2010-03-09T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:30:29.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2010/03/05/burglar-fail-3/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/epic-fail-burglar-fail.jpg" alt="epic fail pictures" title="epic-fail-burglar-fail" class="mine_3242901248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Epic Fails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-2577238045238674511?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2577238045238674511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-more-epic-fails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2577238045238674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2577238045238674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-more-epic-fails.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8193822391217624493</id><published>2009-12-17T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:18:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Has Gone to the Dogs: A Letter From the Desk of Mr. Burbs and Ms. Bailey</title><content type='html'>Dear Humans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we’re sure many of you are aware (or at least we hope you are aware because if you are not, then there is most likely something seriously wrong with your head...) Christmas time is here. Yes, it is time for happiness and cheer, and oh, by gosh, by golly it's time for mistletoe and holly, tasty pheasants, Christmas presents, and countrysides covered with snow. Yes it is most definitely that time of year once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tasty pheasants and countrysides covered with snow may not be something you have hopes of encountering this Christmas, we would like to make you on offer that just may soothe those pangs of sadness you are sure to be experiencing due to the before mentioned lack of tasty pheasant and snow to enjoy right this second. Presents. Move over baby Jesus, we all know Christmas is not about you anymore. It’s all about the presents. There is actually a motion to change the name of Christmas to Presentmas, that way people can truly understand what they are celebrating each year.  But we digress. In keeping with the holiday spirit, it is customary to give gifts to people in your life. Yes, we know what you are thinking. For a holiday called Presentmas, why do I have to give gifts? Shouldn’t I simply sit back and graciously accept all the wonderful presents I am offered that I ever so deserve?! Yes, dear reader, we understand your pain, but it is a pain that is sadly unavoidable. We have been trying for years to find a way to receive gifts without actually having to give any so we can truly celebrate the day the way it is meant to be celebrated, but alas, it is not possible. Somehow, people have come to the conclusion that in order to receive presents one must give presents. We say bah humbug! to that. It pains us to admit, but this is the only way. We must swallow our grinchy pride. As we so dearly wish to receive many a bright colored package this year, we must give out many a gift in return. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the reason for our longwinded message. What would you like for Christmas? We would say Presentmas as it so rightly deserves to be called, but we have surmised that the way to receive maximum amounts of presents is to be as politically correct as possible, that way, people from all realms of society, even the ones who (gasp) do not celebrate Presentmas, will give us giftys. Therefore, with as much joy and love as we can manage to pretend to have without passing out from the effort of appearing oh so kind and generous and not at all our natural green grinchy selves, what would you like to receive under your holiday tree on one December 25th 2009? If someone were to sing to you, on the twelfth day of the holiday season, some person gave to meeee: (what would you put here?). For example, one might say: Bring us a figgy pudding and bring it right now or it’s Christmas and I want everything. But if you could be specific, as in leaning more towards the figgy pudding than everything, we would greatly appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright dear friend, this seems to be all we have to say at the moment. We do hope this letter of joy finds you well.  We have been working hard all day to make your holidays more enjoyable. Yes, after waking up at twelve, we lounged around and thought about what you wanted for Christmas/Presentmas/Grinchmas before it became too much for our fragile minds to handle. Now we are currently napping and writing this letter to you. We are multi-taskers, yes we are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lots of Licks,  &lt;br /&gt;Your Own Personal Grinchy Monsters,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Herbs and Demon Dog&lt;br /&gt;AKA Burbs and Bailey, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- We pooped in the refrigerator. Are you mad or are you amazed? We are inclined to think you are amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8193822391217624493?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8193822391217624493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-has-gone-to-dogs-letter-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8193822391217624493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8193822391217624493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-has-gone-to-dogs-letter-from.html' title='Christmas Has Gone to the Dogs: A Letter From the Desk of Mr. Burbs and Ms. Bailey'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-2802898549710634924</id><published>2009-11-11T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:52:43.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's why I'm always cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Svu-qShr4TI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vXWQx0ufabc/s1600-h/cold_385x185_body_428395a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Svu-qShr4TI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vXWQx0ufabc/s400/cold_385x185_body_428395a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403121811697951026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/health/article5106854.ece"&gt;Why do women always feel colder than men? - Times Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-2802898549710634924?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/health/article5106854.ece' title='So that&apos;s why I&apos;m always cold!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2802898549710634924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-thats-why-im-always-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2802898549710634924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2802898549710634924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-thats-why-im-always-cold.html' title='So that&apos;s why I&apos;m always cold!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Svu-qShr4TI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vXWQx0ufabc/s72-c/cold_385x185_body_428395a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8516090715655726993</id><published>2009-10-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:39:06.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Rain Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/StZJihVQKII/AAAAAAAAATo/m7tWkqgfeeY/s1600-h/toon_procrastinator.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/StZJihVQKII/AAAAAAAAATo/m7tWkqgfeeY/s400/toon_procrastinator.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578461234636930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I made an oath to myself to get as much work done as humanly possibly. Since making this oath at about, say, 10am this morning, I have done absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing productive that is. Actually, I would like to say that productivity is a relative term; it is quite duplicitous in its meaning. To some, what I did today was in fact very, very productive. I made my bed. I ate lunch. I did the dishes. I started watching season 1 of Dollhouse. I wrote out a to-do list. I created a sparknotes version of my to-do list, only including the very important to-dos.  I also, somehow, came across this fairly awesome blog called "Ethel the Frog". Read the list I have expertly cut-and-pasted below. Hilarity will ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;* I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;* There is a great need for a “sarcasm font”.&lt;br /&gt;* How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;* I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;* I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;* I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;* Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.&lt;br /&gt;* How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;* Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”&lt;br /&gt;* What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;* MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;* Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;* I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;* I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;* Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;* Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year?&lt;br /&gt;* Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….&lt;br /&gt;* You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;* Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;* There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;* I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;* “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;* I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;* I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;* Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…&lt;br /&gt;* It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;* I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;* Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;* Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my butt everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…&lt;br /&gt;* I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;* I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;* I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8516090715655726993?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8516090715655726993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-rain-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8516090715655726993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8516090715655726993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-rain-go.html' title='Where Did the Rain Go?'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/StZJihVQKII/AAAAAAAAATo/m7tWkqgfeeY/s72-c/toon_procrastinator.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1805964053150195865</id><published>2009-10-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:21:49.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Where's Herbie when you need him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Ss1ovJPqjLI/AAAAAAAAATg/xTCoglu2awI/s1600-h/homedog.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Ss1ovJPqjLI/AAAAAAAAATg/xTCoglu2awI/s400/homedog.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390079488177114290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1805964053150195865?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1805964053150195865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-herbie-when-you-need-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1805964053150195865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1805964053150195865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-herbie-when-you-need-him.html' title='Where&apos;s Herbie when you need him?'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/Ss1ovJPqjLI/AAAAAAAAATg/xTCoglu2awI/s72-c/homedog.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-9101597681171074468</id><published>2009-10-01T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:24:52.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Chivalry is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWNMPmDBbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fYVXRgcuKZk/s1600-h/chivalry+is+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWNMPmDBbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fYVXRgcuKZk/s400/chivalry+is+dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387867770702726578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://myfirstfail.com/&lt;br /&gt;This site will make you smile. Baby-haters not included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-9101597681171074468?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/9101597681171074468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/chivalry-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/9101597681171074468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/9101597681171074468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/chivalry-is-dead.html' title='Chivalry is Dead'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWNMPmDBbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fYVXRgcuKZk/s72-c/chivalry+is+dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1627027110915722430</id><published>2009-08-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:29:18.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Awesome Lost Bike Sign EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpBUZgkMSCI/AAAAAAAAASI/lpxBBSQrw58/s1600-h/stolenbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpBUZgkMSCI/AAAAAAAAASI/lpxBBSQrw58/s400/stolenbike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372887152668198946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1627027110915722430?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1627027110915722430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-awesome-lost-bike-sign-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1627027110915722430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1627027110915722430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-awesome-lost-bike-sign-ever.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpBUZgkMSCI/AAAAAAAAASI/lpxBBSQrw58/s72-c/stolenbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-547183231676768360</id><published>2009-08-22T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:49:31.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Golden Kermit Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpA9lFuOGNI/AAAAAAAAARw/3Mh9TVOj7ng/s1600-h/Photo+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpA9lFuOGNI/AAAAAAAAARw/3Mh9TVOj7ng/s400/Photo+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372862062853494994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a year ago (give or take a few months), I was wandering aimlessly through Ross, perusing the store’s very strange and very unorganized assortment of household items, when I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. It was amazing. It was ridiculous. It was perfect. It was a frog; a golden Buddha frog and I had to have it. No price was too great (as long as it was under twenty bucks that is) and I soon become the proud owner of the Kermit Buddha for approximately $7.99. Oh happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my Kermit Buddha in a location where it was sure to get the praise and recognition it deserved. Kermit Buddha found a home on the back of the toilet where he conveniently held matches in his hands for those people wishing to light candles in his honor. He lived there with great poise and dignity. He was the prized possession of the bathroom, proudly resting on the porcelain throne. He was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like most good things, the happiness of the Buddha frog had to end. Kermit Buddha’s reign over the hallway bathroom was abruptly ruined by tragedy. One morning it was discovered that Kermit Buddha had inexplicably been assassinated during the night.  It was a dark day. Kermit Buddha lay in pieces on the back of the toilet, hastily and inaccurately put back together by the unknown perpetrator. There was no chance for survival. Not even super glue could have cured him. Kermit Buddha was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many months after the Frog Incident I was quite sad every time I walked into the hallway bathroom. It just was not the same without the golden frog to hold matches for me. It had lost its spark. But there was nothing to be done. No Ross I could find had any replacement Buddha Frog and I eventually gave up my search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, truly a day to remember, I found myself sleepily wandering through the aisles of Ross, absently looking for cheap treasures to decorate my apartment with, when once again I found myself frozen in my tracks. There on the shelf, a vision of gold meditation, sat my Buddha Frog.  He was unbroken and just as brilliant as before and even better, this time he was only $6.99!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha Frog Reincarnated proudly sits on top of my TV. He serves as an example of how meditation conquers death. He also is there to make people feel a tiny bit guilty about the amount of time spent watching classy TV shows, time which they should spend in mediation of the wonders of small golden frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-547183231676768360?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/547183231676768360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-golden-kermit-buddha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/547183231676768360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/547183231676768360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-golden-kermit-buddha.html' title='The Tale of the Golden Kermit Buddha'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SpA9lFuOGNI/AAAAAAAAARw/3Mh9TVOj7ng/s72-c/Photo+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-162912960665163232</id><published>2009-08-14T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:50:36.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoYvaBZQWBI/AAAAAAAAARk/ByDo4M2DtZA/s1600-h/28350024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoYvaBZQWBI/AAAAAAAAARk/ByDo4M2DtZA/s400/28350024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370031729783363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumping off cliffs in Wales. In February. Maaybe not the smartest decision of my life...but definitely one to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-162912960665163232?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/162912960665163232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-of-day_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/162912960665163232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/162912960665163232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-of-day_14.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoYvaBZQWBI/AAAAAAAAARk/ByDo4M2DtZA/s72-c/28350024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8739494567627584358</id><published>2009-08-13T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:15:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of Privacy Via Webcams: Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in: I have reason to believe that there are people in the world who are under the impression that their are other people in the world spying on them through the web cams of their shiny Macbooks. Is this paranoia of a very deep and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sad level? OR is there the distinct possibility that government agents are at this very moment watching your every move, laughing at the view of you and your three chins that appear when you lay in bed with your computer on your stomach? All I can say is this: people of the world who have webcams, beware! While government agents may technically have more important things to do with their time than watch you stare at your computer screen oh so attractively, who’s to say they won’t do it anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8739494567627584358?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8739494567627584358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/invasion-of-privacy-via-webcams-fact-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8739494567627584358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8739494567627584358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/invasion-of-privacy-via-webcams-fact-or.html' title='Invasion of Privacy Via Webcams: Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-3559772611732707388</id><published>2009-08-12T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:47:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth will set you free. Some famous person said that once I think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. It is slightly embarrassing, thoroughly aggravating, and oddly motivating. There is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; specific reason as to why I have finally kicked the anti-blogging syndrome that set in the moment I returned home from England. It is a reason that is both horribly maddening and oddly liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;locked&lt;/span&gt; me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s true, for some yet to be discovered reason, my wonderful facespace decided that my password no longer worked and thus refused me entry to the site. I have been severely information-deprived for almost a week now. The first few days were pretty hard—so much free time and no access to profiles of random strangers and/or friends I no longer know to stalk and check up on. I did not know what to do with myself. I may never know what all those people did last week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;, the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I hit very low point. I was hacking into my sister’s account (an account I conveniently know the password to) in order to placate some of the stalking withdrawals. It helped a little. But it wasn’t enough. As she and I are not actually the same person, we do not have all the same friends, so many of my friends and/or people I would like to be friends with or simply want to look at pretty pretty pictures of are blocked from her viewing. While I know that there is a strange euphoria involved when stalking people online, it is soo much more rewarding when you actually know, or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know of&lt;/span&gt;, the people whom you are passively reviewing, judging, and sighing over. Looking at info concerning people I really did not know at all, while entertaining for a while, made my cry a little bit for myself. Pathetic. I decided that stalking, just for the sake of stalking, was where I had to draw the line. No more! I am swearing off Facebook for good. Or, well, at least until my site starts working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask why I did not simply reset my own password, because you know, that is what an intelligent human being might do. And I say, I did! I discovered that the help section of Facebook.com is in fact quite the opposite of what it claims to be. It is entirely unhelpful, if not useless all-together. I began by simply resetting the password. When two days passed and no new password arrived, I decided to send a more in depth problem report. When I received a confirmation email that said my “concern” had been filed, but another two days passed with no beacon of hope for my poor site, anger set it. I searched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; site, digging around like a bloodhound for any sign of an email address I could send some raging hate mail to. I failed in this attempt. It was probably a good thing, as I am sure many of the things I would have said likely would have encouraged the receiver to actually delete my site entirely and say it was an accident instead of helping me. It would have made me feel better though I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after all of this turmoil that I decided to do something productive with my stalking time that was no longer being used. I created a Twitter account. Twitter is the new cool thing to do, after all. I will love my Twitter as I loved my Facebook and my Twitter will love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very quickly came to the realization that Tweeting on Twitter does not take that long and gets boring quickly. Especially when you have no followers. Why will no one follow me? The idea of having followers can be taken two ways. One: in the sense of a cult, as in multitudes of people following one person who is stronger, more outspoken, opinionated, and overall more convincing at making people think he or she is cooler than the rest us or Two: being followed, as in oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my god&lt;/span&gt; someone is following me and I think that I am going to be kidnapped pretty soon. Personally, I prefer interpretation number one.  Either way, being Followed through Tweets on Twitter sounds cool, but it apparently takes time to make a name for yourself. As I am trying to replace the instantly gratifying process of stalking people via their Facebook profiles, Twitter is not enough. Helpful, but not a sustaining form of online nourishment. It’s like a tasty snack that is only one, or two bites tops. Not Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, my friends, is the real reason I have once again graced the Internet with my talented expertise and overall aptitude towards blogging like a pro. Feel free to thank my dead facebook page for my new found desire to share my life stories once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-3559772611732707388?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/3559772611732707388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-will-set-you-free-some-famous.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3559772611732707388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3559772611732707388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-will-set-you-free-some-famous.html' title='The truth will set you free. Some famous person said that once I think.'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-3480661401137403574</id><published>2009-08-11T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:23:22.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struck by brilliance once again. Along with whatever snippets of inspired words I post here, I have decided to also post a Picture of the Day.  Of the thousands of photos I have taken, there are a few that stand out for one reason or another. These photos are ones that I personally go back to time and again to appreciate. Whether it is because of the moment or light caught in the frame, the story behind the photo, or simply the hilarity of the pose, these captured flashes make me smile, laugh, cry, and sigh.  So there you have it. Prepare to be impressed, or you know, entertained or bored to death, whichever you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Begin, I will post a few...simply because I could not decide which photo was important enough to be photo numero uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoITAFrhnLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4z3wh6xRA4/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoITAFrhnLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4z3wh6xRA4/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368874598024715442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting next to the lake=amazing. No other explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoITBeA8_sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dDFT8n7XtAk/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoITBeA8_sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dDFT8n7XtAk/s400/IMG_4693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368874621736910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frog's Leap Winery, Napa Valley California. Fun times with the girls enjoying spectacular views while sipping on amazing wines. Definitely a weekend to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYFbtO_8I/AAAAAAAAARU/ip_83tDtZYk/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYFbtO_8I/AAAAAAAAARU/ip_83tDtZYk/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368880187394949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aftermath of a New Years Eve party where someone let just a little confetti go loose inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYE2xcoPI/AAAAAAAAARM/RDJfMx_X868/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYE2xcoPI/AAAAAAAAARM/RDJfMx_X868/s400/IMG_3086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368880177480507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensington Gardens, how I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYDy1SdrI/AAAAAAAAARE/2l3yfD4MUSM/s1600-h/IMG_5405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoIYDy1SdrI/AAAAAAAAARE/2l3yfD4MUSM/s400/IMG_5405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368880159243007666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pensacola Beach.  Long walks by the ocean are good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-3480661401137403574?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/3480661401137403574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3480661401137403574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3480661401137403574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SoITAFrhnLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4z3wh6xRA4/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4716244374201400327</id><published>2009-08-11T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:12:31.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the gift of one liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that it is officially time to reinstate the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Be excited, be very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I realize life is somewhat less extraordinary when one is not gallivanting around fascinating countries, doing exciting things, surrounded by people who speak with charming accents (accents that are so much more entertaining and indubitably sexier than that of the everyday American), my reality is not completely lacking in things fascinating, entertaining, and charming.  It has been recently brought to my attention that there are still wondrous exploits possible to blog on about. These exploits demand recognition. Here they will be discovered, experienced, analyzed, and shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the recording of exploits, I am not positive what the purpose of this blog will be. Maybe I will post this one time and never again. Maybe I will spew genius on a daily basis. Maybe said genius will change lives. Maybe I will become world-famous. Maybe the only person who will read this will be my dog. Actually, if that happens, I say amen! It's a miracle. I mean, wow, the first ever blogging-dog. It would be impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, my point here is this: sporadic moments of brilliance are a very likely possibility yet cannot be promised. As they cannot in any way be predicted, you should probably just check in every few minutes of every day, that way if I do happen to say something life changing and/or so beautifully poetic it evokes an onslaught of tears, you will be privy to it ASAP. These moments, moments of marvel if you will, should be cherished, as they are probably the closest thing to direct advice and messages from heaven you will ever experience. These are the only words of wisdom I can offer at this time. I pray you heed my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply looking forward to our promising future together, a future of wondrous exploits and moments of marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4716244374201400327?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4716244374201400327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-gift-of-one-liners.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4716244374201400327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4716244374201400327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-gift-of-one-liners.html' title='I&apos;ve got the gift of one liners'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1670924926760927987</id><published>2009-03-18T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:33:46.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQq-nHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VBm4_GjUmgY/s1600-h/2625_541047758864_7304082_33164723_4898722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQq-nHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VBm4_GjUmgY/s400/2625_541047758864_7304082_33164723_4898722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314688103309846354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eiffel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQqoQXoyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IVdVQJooafQ/s1600-h/2625_541047624134_7304082_33164701_6227859_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQqoQXoyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IVdVQJooafQ/s400/2625_541047624134_7304082_33164701_6227859_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314688097308877602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is meant to be a group shot in front of the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, when I stole the picture from Melissa, it shrunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQqVpyHaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZDielnaSRp8/s1600-h/2625_541046117154_7304082_33164555_2465925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQqVpyHaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZDielnaSRp8/s400/2625_541046117154_7304082_33164555_2465925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314688092315196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna, Melissa, Mary, and I in front of the inside entrance to the Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQb4N86gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/18iIjB2PIMA/s1600-h/2625_541046182024_7304082_33164567_2150447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQb4N86gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/18iIjB2PIMA/s400/2625_541046182024_7304082_33164567_2150447_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687843895667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mona Lisa is very tiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQb248kBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Q2YCmJElKfo/s1600-h/n7303889_33155628_1214384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQb248kBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Q2YCmJElKfo/s400/n7303889_33155628_1214384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687843539128338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group shot in Endinburgh (Branden, Me, Jenna, Melissa, Josh, Dani, Mary, and Cameron.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbjKh9nI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XCtC6EfJd3Q/s1600-h/n7303889_33155617_76164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbjKh9nI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XCtC6EfJd3Q/s400/n7303889_33155617_76164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687838244173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another group shot, plus James on the end. He was basically our personal tour guide. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbk6G-BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DVRKMTzD8bU/s1600-h/n7303889_33155612_1037852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbk6G-BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DVRKMTzD8bU/s400/n7303889_33155612_1037852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687838712166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Durham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbdY40zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iRtTwSyuDlk/s1600-h/n7303889_33155611_6639688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQbdY40zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iRtTwSyuDlk/s400/n7303889_33155611_6639688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687836693779250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durham again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Paris photos to come later, along with pics from St. Patrick's Day and Ireland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1670924926760927987?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1670924926760927987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/eiffel-tour-this-is-meant-to-be-group.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1670924926760927987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1670924926760927987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/eiffel-tour-this-is-meant-to-be-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/ScGQq-nHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VBm4_GjUmgY/s72-c/2625_541047758864_7304082_33164723_4898722_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-560659772148967143</id><published>2009-03-18T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:16:38.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am no longer in LONDON! I cannot believe this whole extravaganza is almost over. It is craaazy. Right now, I am currently on a train that is taking me to the airport, which will take me to Ireland where I will be gallivanting around the green countryside in search of leprechauns and pots of gold. Hopefully I will come back with a nice sack of lucky coins to spend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been insane. I was not joking when said I would have no extra time for anything (sleeping was even cut back much to my dismay).  I have basically been traveling for three weeks straight with yet another week to go.  I have never in my life been on so many different trains, planes, taxis, busses, and various means of transportation. I am very much looking forward to driving a car when I get home. I might even drive to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, the end of the study tour was not as fun as the beginning. This was due to the fact that everyone was beginning to get a wee bit cranky and tired. As for me, traveling with a suitcase that has a broken handle is not ideal. In order to roll it on its little roll-y wheels I had to hunch my back down reeal far in order to reach the handle that refused to go up any farther than about three, maybe four inches. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say the Liverpool was interesting.  It was the last city we hit on the tour (right after Manchester (which was swarming with crazy football fans because of the match the day we left)).  Basically, it is a city dedicated to the life and works of the Beatles. It was very cool to see some of the streets and places the “Fab Four” frequented back in their days as Liverpudlians. And yes, a person from Liverpool is considered a Liverpudlian. This is because a nickname for a pool of water is a puddle and OBVIOUSLY that is what you would change Liverpool to. Haha Puddlians. I wanted to buy a shirt that said that on it….but I could not find one. Sigh. I digress. Yes, the Beatles were a large topic of interest.  Many of the different names in their songs can be traced back to street names in Liverpool (Strawberry Fields, Penny Lane, etc… (Abbey Road is in London)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA A little kid in the seat across from me totally just peeked his head up over the back of the seat and growled at Melissa. It was funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Liverpool was entertaining. Unfortunately a slight damper was placed on the end of the trip due to other circumstances relating to drama-filled situations back at SCU. It never fails to amaze me how efficient drama is at following people around. I am on the other side of the globe and I still have to deal with this stuff.  Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to London Friday afternoon. Completely exhausted, we had to unpack our bags, rush to do laundry, repack, and leave for Paris the next morning. And by morning I mean middle of the night. We left at 4am on Saturday.  SO TIRED. But it was worth it. Paris was amazing. We went to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tour, The Arc de Triomph, Notre Dame Cathedral and many many other places. We met up with out two French friends Diane and Souad who took us out to dinner where we had the most amazing Crepes. Mmmm it was good. It would almost be worth going back to France simply to eat the food.  After dinner, Diane took as on a walking tour of the city by night. It was beautiful. We saw almost everything there is to see and it was all lit up. It was awesome. We even saw the Eiffel Tower sparkle! (which it does every hour for five minutes—it was very cool).  By the time we got back to the hotel/hostel we were so tired we all passed out within minutes. Sunday, we basically re-did everything we had done Saturday night, just during the day. We went to church at Notre Dame Cathedral. The church is amazing—inside and out. We lucked out with the weather as well—it was absolutely lovely out! I even got sunburned! Shocking, I know. Sunday night we found a little French restaurant that had been recommended to us by a friend. I would definitely suggest eating the duck at Chez Papa at one point in your life. The sauce was amaaazing. And for dessert, we had authentic French Crème Brule. HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave Monday morning at another ungodly hour in the morning—getting up at four to make our 6 o’clock train back to London, only to go to class right afterwards.  We were sooo tired when we got back, I literally thought I was going to fall asleep walking. But I survived, and amazingly I am not sick. I am extremely impressed with my flu-fighting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Monday and Tuesday were spent napping, packing and studying for our final. Tuesday, we did take a break from the chaos to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Us SCU chicas and chicos brought the kitchen table into our hallway so we could do a few Irish Car Bombs—a classic St. Patty’s Day treat! It was lots of fun. We were really able to bond with each other over the study tour and I am pretty sure that we will all be hanging out a lot when we get back to Santa Clara. The SCU London crew turned out to be a really awesome group of people. I am so happy that we experienced London  (and various other locations) together! We dubbed ourselves MGM DCJ2 (Melissa, Gabby, Mary, Dani, Cameron, and J squared (Josh and Jenna))!! It is an awesome name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings me to right now. Which is me, typing whilst riding on the train. I am going to have to take a short break from my blogging here to turn my computer off and fly to Ireland. This will be continued later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s later tonight! I am in Ireland and about to go to sleep. The airport was annoying as usual. I don’t think it matters how early we get there to check in, we will ALWAYS have to end up speed walking/jogging to make it to the gate on time.  People say that if there is one thing the British know how to do, it is to queue (line) up properly.  This is not true. Getting into a line in England is utter chaos and pandemonium.  We were there over an hour early, waited in a massive and disorganized line for about forty minutes, only to be told when we got to the front of the line that we had been in fact waiting in the wrong place. Joy. Because we would have missed our flight if we had gone to a different line, the woman (who was very cranky I might add) let us call the other location from where we were to give our credit and check-in information over the phone. It worked out fine, but was extremely stressful.  This is the third time we’ve almost missed a flight or train. It happened on our way to Sweden, on the train back from Paris, and now. I HATE AIRPORTS. And somehow, I don’t understand why, I seem to set the alarm off EVERY time I go through security. I haven’t yet discovered what it is that makes it go beep…but it is quite aggravating.  There are only so many times you want to let someone pat you down and search you while you are about to miss your flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the running to the plane in order to get on it in time for taking off (which is generally an important thing when flying) things went smoothly. The flight was uneventful…I bought a water bottle….and listened to music. That about sums up the flight. Grainne met Melissa and I at the airport when we landed, which was very nice. I am sooo over taking trains and busses when carrying bags. And yes, we have multiple bags each for this next week. It was our bright idea to bring as much stuff as allowed on the plane, so we would not be charged more than necessary for storing our bags. This means that both Melissa and I have large suitcases and a duffle bag…and we are only going to be here for six days. It looks like we are moving in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure what the plan is going to be for the next week. We are staying at Grainne’s house in Bunratty. We might go to Dublin for the weekend…and at some point visit Melissa’s relatives (but I can’t recall at the moment where they are from). No matter what we do, I am sure it will be lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE WEEK UNTIL I COME HOME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-560659772148967143?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/560659772148967143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-no-longer-in-london-i-cannot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/560659772148967143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/560659772148967143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-no-longer-in-london-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4448573444007783126</id><published>2009-03-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:31:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SblUqUfBXMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jEXU6PlaAhM/s1600-h/n7304082_33152906_5324291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SblUqUfBXMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jEXU6PlaAhM/s400/n7304082_33152906_5324291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312370321490271426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The SCU London crew!&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right: Josh, Branden, Cameron, Mary, Me, Dani, Jenna, and Melissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4448573444007783126?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4448573444007783126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/scu-london-crew-from-left-to-right-josh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4448573444007783126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4448573444007783126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/scu-london-crew-from-left-to-right-josh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SblUqUfBXMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jEXU6PlaAhM/s72-c/n7304082_33152906_5324291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6526261730085558668</id><published>2009-03-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:00:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mood is directly linked to how much sunshine I get.</title><content type='html'>I am very annoyed right now. The Internet is not working, the sun is not shining, the mall is closed, and my room has no food in it. Gabby is not a happy person at the moment. I don’t think I like Glasgow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as long as I have nothing else to do at the moment (what with the internet being spaztastic) I figured I may as well attempt to go through a few of the things we’ve been doing. Unfortunately, my descriptions of them may be tainted by my adverse mood…but I will try not to sound too cranky. I’ll try…I cannot guarantee anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… where to start. As you know, I went to Sweden last weekend. It was a lot of fun. It was really really great to see Nina and Emma and hang out where they live and see how things work at a Swedish school. It was very cool—the little city we were in (Lund) is basically a college town built around an ancient cathedral. It was an extremely cute little place with cobblestone roads and old style houses. We almost didn’t make it there though. Melissa and I had a final on Thursday that did not end until 4 and our flight was at 5:30. We convinced our professor to let us leave early so we could take the tube to the train, which would take us to the airport. The train was supposed to take exactly 30 minutes, but for some unknown reason it kept stopping and it took almost 50 mins to get to the airport. We then got stuck in a giant line to go through security (which is much less efficient than in the US…and somehow almost EVERY single person set of the alarm). At that point it was about 4:58 and our flight stopped boarding at 5:10. It was baad. I didn’t think we were going to make it. We SPRINTED through entire airport and as we were running heard over the speakers that it was last call for our flight. Ours was the last flight to Sweden for the day so if we missed it, it would have been crappy crappy crappy.  Fortunately we made it just as they were closing the gates. The two of us were ready to pass out or have a heart attack when we finally got on board. It was very stressful. Hehe anyways, the weekend turned out really great other than that slight hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to London Sunday night at about 11 and had to unpack…just to repack our stuff right back up again to leave at 8:30 the next morning.  Not very much sleep was had that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we all took the train to Newcastle. And yes, Newcastle is in England. We were there for three nights (three nights I might add, that I had my own room!).  The day we got there we pretty much just checked into the hotel, went out to dinner, and then went to bed. Day two, we took a walking tour of the city—going around to look at all of their cool bridges and buildings. It was interesting…but not overly exciting. We had a free evening so the 8 of us went out to dinner and watched a Football match at a sports bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we took the train to Durham, which is a really pretty little town that is famous for its University and its Cathedral. The architecture there was amazing. The university looked like a castle, and the Cathedral was massive and beautiful! It was a very cool little place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was the Newcastle vs Manchester United football match. I am not generally much of a soccer fan…but I have to say that it was an awesome experience. People are sooooo into soccer here, it is insane. We had really good seats too so we could pretty much see everything that was going on. The people around us cheered like mad the entire match. I recorded the reaction when Newcastle scored its first goal—it’s pretty loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we checked out of the hotel to meet our second group leader at the train station to take the train to Edinburgh, Scotland. I have to say that Edinburgh is probably one of the coolest/prettiest places I’ve been so far. Everything is so green and the castle is amazing! I mean what kind of place can you say you went for a walk after dinner and strolled through a massive castle?! It was cool.  We stayed in this very cozy and cute bed and breakfast that was owned by a family who all worked there. Right after we checked in, we took an open bus tour of the city, driving all around the city learning all the historical details behind it all. After that, we went out to dinner to a place called “The Dogs” which was basically a very hip, fancy, yet laid back restaurant. James, our professor/team leader/really-really-funny-Scottish-man-who-acts-like-he-is-only-25, insisted that we all order what ever we wanted, including a starter, main courses, wine, dessert, and dessert wine. It was so much fun! After dinner we went on a ghost tour. It was hilarious because the woman was hard core trying to be creepy, while the boys were all trying to scare us, yet at the same time nobody could stop laughing—including the professor. After the walk we trekked up a hill to walk by the front of the castle, which was all lit up and AWESOME looking. It was super cool. We got a good group shot while we were there—I’ll post a copy when I get one (it’s not on my camera because this was still at the time when my camera was having issues with life). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, we hiked up to the castle again—this time going in and paying for headsets that took you all around telling what each thing was. It was very interesting and entertaining. The views were amazing! After that we got food and coffee (which was necessary…I’m seriously surprised I have not yet died of sleep deprivation at this point. I amaze myself sometimes!) and then kept on walking.  We went into the Parliament building and then went on a hike. We trekked up a hill to check out a few of the monuments they had at the top, which gave stunning views of the entire city.  Even though we were all exhausted, it was still amazing. Some of the pictures turned out really good.  After that we were free for the rest of the day and all day Saturday.  It was nice to have some free time—which was definitely used for napping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we went to all of the little shops along the Royal Mile (a street leading down from the castle), got lunch, and pretty much just wandered around the city exploring. Melissa, Josh, and I went to church Saturday night at St. Mary’s Cathedral (one of the ONLY Catholic churches I could find within walking distance. I was slightly disappointed that we did not have a Scottish priest =( haha but it was cool. The church was very pretty. Saturday night we went out to dinner at a very good Chinese place. There was tons of food and it was good too, so we were all in pretty good moods when we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we had to pack up again to catch the train to Glasgow. The train took about 45 minutes, so that wasn’t too bad. Unfortunately I do not have very many good things to say about Glasgow… it is cold, dark, and wet—not a good combination. Last night we went to a pro-basketball game, which was entertaining. It was like watching a high school game! Hehe but people were still very very into it. After that we went out to another fancy dinner, this time at a place called “The Left Bank”. The food was amazing! I ordered duck. Haha it was good. I’ve been attempting to branch out in my food ordering habits while here—some items of interest include rabbit, lamb, and duck. Yes, I am making my way down the list of furry and cute animals…its sad. All I need to add to my list of Thumper, Lambsy and Donald is Bambi and I’ll be set. Anyway, the dinner was great—and James kept the wine and food coming the entire night.  I think we were at the restaurant for about 3 and a half hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after stumbling down to breakfast at the horrifying hour of 8 am… we went on an open roof bus tour of Glasgow. All I can say is it was FREEEZING and RAINING. Not that much fun was had… We all pretty much just wanted to go inside the entire time. We did get off the bus at one point to look around the University of Glasgow. The most interesting thing there was the Kelvin Museum. It had all of Kelvin’s experiments and discoveries—some of which were interactive, so it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got back on the bus, finished the tour, and then got lunch. The rest of the day was free. Naps were taken. We did attempt to go shopping, but unfortunately, everything seems to close at exactly six o’clock, so pretty much there is nothing to do right now. And the Internet is not even working. Yes, I am not a happy camper at the moment. I am sure once I get some food things will seem a little bit better…but the weather is really not helping. It is yucky outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post was not too boring. I pretty much was just listing things in an uninteresting way…but I do not seem to be mentally capable of doing more than that at the moment! Tomorrow we leave James to meet the next professor in Manchester. If anything interesting goes on, I’ll be sure to let you know =) I hope you liked the pictures I posted yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6526261730085558668?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6526261730085558668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mood-is-directly-linked-to-how-much.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6526261730085558668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6526261730085558668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mood-is-directly-linked-to-how-much.html' title='My mood is directly linked to how much sunshine I get.'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6091454736620712848</id><published>2009-03-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:43:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow does not believe in sunshine. Only rain and snow are allowed here!</title><content type='html'>Helloo! Greetings from sunny Scotland. NOT. It is gray, rainy (sometime snowy) and c-c-c-cold! We left Edinburgh this morning...which I was very sad to do. It is soo pretty there! Hopefully there will be some cool things to be done here as well even if the weather is slightly less than pleasant. Tonight is a pro basketball game...which should be interesting if only for the fact that most of their players are reject Americans. Ha! After the game we are going to go out to a shnazzy dinner complements of FIE. The food should be good! I'll post more later to let you know whats a goin' on! We've had some fun times in the past few days... castles and heiland coo's aplenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, you will be happy to learn that some pictures have finally been posted. I know, this is an amazing thing. Information like this should not be sprung upon people...but there is no other way around it. Enjoy... here are the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sverige...aka Sweden =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2080690&amp;amp;id=7102721&amp;amp;l=71068&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newcastle and Durham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2080691&amp;amp;id=7102721&amp;amp;l=cb34f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Edinburgh!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2080692&amp;amp;id=7102721&amp;amp;l=9a0d8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6091454736620712848?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6091454736620712848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/glasgow-is-very-very-grey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6091454736620712848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6091454736620712848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/glasgow-is-very-very-grey.html' title='Glasgow does not believe in sunshine. Only rain and snow are allowed here!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4247350851609601757</id><published>2009-03-06T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:32:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger.com sucks at loading pictures.</title><content type='html'>Don't think that I forgot you people. I've been trying to load pictures for the last half hour...but it does not seem to be working =( I will try again tomorrow. And if if it still does not work, well, then I'll just have to post a facebook album. Try to live without the visuals for a day or so. I know it will be hard...but I have faith in you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4247350851609601757?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4247350851609601757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloggercom-sucks-at-loading-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4247350851609601757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4247350851609601757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloggercom-sucks-at-loading-pictures.html' title='Blogger.com sucks at loading pictures.'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8489330879716860024</id><published>2009-03-06T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:19:45.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>There are so many things to say right now, the most important of which being this: I LOVE SCOTLAND. It is my favorite. I want to live here. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I got that off my chest, I am going to disappoint you by saying this is going to be brief and un-entertaining compared to my usual standards of bragging about the super cool places I go. In the past week I’ve been in four countries (England, Sweden, Denmark (the airport SO counts!), and Scotland) and 8 different cities (London, Copenhagen, Lund, Malmo, Ystad, Newcastle, Durham and Edinburgh). It has been awesome…in a very tiring sort of way. We have gone to so many cool places and learned so many new (well…technically very old) things, that I do not even know where to start talking about it all. Plains, trains, busses, subways, and most often our own feet, have been our means of transportation. We’ve met Brits and Geordies, Scotts and Swedes—all of which want to know what the hell a group of Californians are doing in this part of the world at this time of year. One Scottish man nicely put it like this: “Whet are ye doo’in here for sprring brek? Tey call it sprring brek fer a reson. Doo’nt ye kno’ that Spring is broo’ken here? The sen doo’nt shaine.” That was the most concise and accurate description of the weather in Northern England and Scotland I have heard thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museums, bridges, hotel rooms, giant hikes up hills, giant hikes down hills, awesomely ancient cathedrals, castles, walls, graveyards, pubs, football matches, Scottish boys, English boys, and Irish boys, massive castles, snowy streets, and weird foods are just a few things we’ve seen, done, and experienced in the past few days—so many new and exciting things to do with barely any time to do them. My camera also conveniently decided to go into a coma right in the middle of this. One second it was happily snapping shots of a castle, and then the next it refused to see anything but a black screen. Its temporary loss of brain power lasted for a whole day, a day in which I prayed for its little camera life every time I saw someone posing for a picture that I could not take, which BELIEVE ME added up to a LOT of praying time. Miraculously, the little-camera-that-could resurrected itself this morning much to my great joy, and is currently working with minimal residual damage. I have a feeling, however, that this is going to be a recurring problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will load pictures tonight. Be ready.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pleeease don't kill me if I do not =) I am going to do my best... but sometimes it just doesn't  happen no matter how hard i try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8489330879716860024?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8489330879716860024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-edinburgh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8489330879716860024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8489330879716860024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-edinburgh.html' title='I &lt;3 Edinburgh'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-3568146344827897342</id><published>2009-02-25T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:22:08.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do my work at the same time each day - the last minute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v498/turtleonawheel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3643-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/turtleonawheel/IMG_3643-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's almost that time. That time… you know… where… I tell you I am leaving London. Yes its true, I am leaving tomorrow! Actually when I wrote that ("it's almost that time") I honestly did not know where I was going with that statement...it just kind of flowed out as I began typing. Pretty much I am procrastinating HARD CORE right now. I have a paper to write, a final to study for, and a bag to pack. Have I done any of these things? Nooo. What time is it? Almost bed time! Yep, things are not going according to plan at the moment. I just can't quite bring myself to study for anything. It is really quite annoying. Regardless of my productivity this evening, I am leaving tomorrow after my final. Melissa and I are going to Sweden for the weekend to visit Nina. We return Sunday night only to leave again Monday morning for the study tour.  I have a lot of laundry, organizing and packing to do. Yay. But as you may have surmised, I am not doing any of that right now! Yes, I am writing a blog instead, playing around with photo-editing, making tea, counting my money (don't laugh, it's true...I counted it...and it is a sad sad little number!), and various other things that could not in anyway be called appropriate time management activities. But I think it is really for the best...you get an extra post that you would not have otherwise received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesday we took our BLC midterm. There was a multiple-choice section and a written part. The written part was easypeasy... I think I passed it... most likely.... but the MC section on the other hand will probably be something in the area of an F-... -... it was not pretty. But I take solace in the fact that everyone else did just as badly as I did on that section so I am not worrying about it!  hahah As I'm sure you all saw (and read thoroughly!) in my last post, we FINALLY received the study tour schedule. We are going to have a jam-packed two weeks ahead of us! It should be fun.  After receiving the schedule, one of the "Team Leaders" emailed us with the room breakdown for Newcastle, our first stop. We are going to be staying in a hotel split between three rooms: A quadruple, a triple, and a single. He ended the email with this: "Would you please confer with each other and decide who will be rooming with whom for the Newcastle part of the trip. I require a rooming list or breakdown. I am nominating Gabriel as the coordinator for this task. Gabriel - please confer with the group and email me with the rooming list no later than 5.oo p.m. tomorrow." First of all, Gabriel? Really?! Did he neeed to use my full name? MOTHER I blame you for giving me a boy's name!!! I had to go through the entire thing alll over again with the whole "yeah yeah whatever, yes it is really spelled like that. Yes, I know it is a dominantly male name. blah blahblah There is no angel Gabrielle in the Bible. I am authentic. yadda yadda yadda". Hahaha it's actually funny. ANYways... yes, somehow I have been nominated as the unofficial liaison for the SCU students. Whenever they need to contact one of us, who they gonna call? Yes, that would be me (not ghostbusters). I think it is probably because I am such an awesome person or maybe because I am just so responsible and smart…. I haven’t decided yet. It is amusing. So, as I had the power to decide who was rooming with whom and most importantly…who got the single, I made the most logical and fair decision I could think of: I gave myself the single! Hahah I did let people tell me what/where they wanted to go first…and surprisingly no one wanted to be in the single! Weird, I know. So the breakdown of the rooms is: boys in the triple, girls in the quad, and one girl in the single. I had no qualms with the end result. I get to have my own room for three nights. I am extremely excited about this…like…more excited than I should be. It is going to be AWESOME. People are under the impression that the single room will not be as fun because it does not have four people in it…. I however, think that they are wrong. When I wake up each morning bright eyed from a night of uninterrupted beauty sleep and see them stumbling blearily out of a room comparing notes on who snores the loudest, they will be sorry. I am really looking forward to Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else can I say? Yesterday was Fat Tuesday, known here as Pancake Day. Yes, they eat pancakes. And by pancakes I mean crepes. Unfortunately, I did not get any of these said crepes. We did go out to dinner though- Punjab! I am not sure how Indian food was appropriate for the occasion… but it was good nonetheless. That was pretty much the extent of my celebration. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up sounding like a croaky frog— it is very attractive. I had my last Shakespeare class this afternoon. We went on a giant walk with the class. We started at Embankment by the Thames, then went to various locations where famous things have happened (like where Oscar Wilde was put on trial, where Charles Dickens worked, and where Scotland Yard Originated (which is where they worked on the affairs of one Mr. J Ripper ) ), as well as walking through Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, and past where the original London Bridge used to be (all that is left is one tower… the rest of it is apparently in Arizona or something… because some rich guy bought it. Strange.) It was an entertaining walk and it was nice to be out and about in London for the day as it is likely one of the last times I will be walking around here. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much all I have done recently.  I am so proud of myself…I totally just wasted a whole 35 minutes—go me! I probably will not be able to post anything until Sunday night… and even then it is not a sure thing.  I will do my best to keep things updated on here over the next few weeks—but it is going to be tough because I do not know what the internet situation will be whilst we are a-traveling. I hope everything is going good for you people back in the US of A. Send me emails with how you all are doing, being sure to mention how miserable you are without me of course =) Okay, enough procrastination for me. I need to get some work done. Blurgh. Maybe I will just go to bed. Ooh that’s a good idea, I like it. A lot. Hopefully tomorrow my voice will be less smoker-esque because despite what I said earlier, I am fairly sure it is not in fact attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-3568146344827897342?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/3568146344827897342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-its-almost-that-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3568146344827897342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3568146344827897342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-its-almost-that-time.html' title='I do my work at the same time each day - the last minute.'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-878474592588346901</id><published>2009-02-24T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:48:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Tour Schedule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Santa Clara Spring 2009 UK Tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Monday 2nd March – Friday 13th March 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday 2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;      Meet Tour Leader (1) John Pearson at Gloucester Road Tube Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.00am&lt;/span&gt;    Depart London Kings Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.55pm &lt;/span&gt;     Arrive Newcastle                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accommodation – Royal Station Hotel, Neville St, Newcastle, NE1 5D11&lt;br /&gt;T: 0191 232 0781       W: www.royalstationhotel.com                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.00pm&lt;/span&gt;      Meeting with TL (1) &amp;amp; City Host (CH), Paul, in hotel lobby. Details of the&lt;br /&gt;                 evenings Group Dinner will be confirmed at the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday 3rd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;      Meet TL (1) &amp;amp; CH in hotel lobby (HL) for a guided walking tour of Newcastle&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon   Project directed work followed by FREE evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday 4th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (1) &amp;amp; CH in HL for a guided day trip to Durham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.45pm &lt;/span&gt;      Meet TL (1) in HL to walk to St.James’ Park, home of Newcastle United FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7.45pm&lt;/span&gt;       Kick-off – Newcastle United v Manchester United (Premier League Football)    .                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday 5th  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning &lt;/span&gt;     FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.30am&lt;/span&gt;     Meet TL (1) in HL and walk to Newcastle Railway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12.05pm&lt;/span&gt;     Meet TL (2) James Cameron-Cooper and Depart Newcastle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.38pm&lt;/span&gt;        Arrive Edinburgh, Waverley Station                 &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;Accommodation – 53 Frederick Street, Edinburgh, EH2 1LH&lt;br /&gt;T: 0131 226 2752       W: www.53frederickstreet.com                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.00pm&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (2) in HL for a guided tour of Edinburgh by open top bus    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;       Group Dinner – The Dogs, 110 Hanover Street, Edinburgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;       ‘City of the Dead Ghost Walk’ from St.Giles Cathedral, Royal Mile   .                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday 6th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (2) in HL for a guided walking tour of Edinburgh including the&lt;br /&gt;                  Scottish Parliament and Edinburgh Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening &lt;/span&gt;     FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday 7th  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edinburgh – FREE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;       FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.15am&lt;/span&gt;     Meet TL (1) in HL and walk to Edinburgh Railway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midday&lt;/span&gt;        Depart Edinburgh, Waverley Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12.55pm&lt;/span&gt;      Arrive Glasgow, Queen Street     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accommodation – The Merchant Lodge, 52 Virginia Street, Glasgow, G1 1TY&lt;br /&gt;T: 0141 552 2424       W: www.merchantlodgehotel.com                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.00pm&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (2) in HL to go to Kelvin Hall, Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.00pm&lt;/span&gt;       Kelvin Hall – Scottish Rocks v Everton Tigers (Premier League Basketball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7.30pm &lt;/span&gt;      Group Dinner – The Left Bank, 33 Gibson Street, Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday 9th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (2) in HL for a guided tour of Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt;      FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday 10th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.00am&lt;/span&gt;     Meet TL (2) in HL and walk to Glasgow Railway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.40am&lt;/span&gt;     Depart Glasgow 10.40am arrive Preston 12.50pm                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.10pm&lt;/span&gt;       Depart Preston 1.10pm arrive Manchester 1.56pm - Meet TL (3) John Makey .                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accommodation – Gardens Hotel, 55 Piccadilly, Manchester, M1 2AP&lt;br /&gt;T: 0161 228 7287       W: www.gardenshotelmanchester.com                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.00pm&lt;/span&gt;       Meet TL (3) in HL for a guided walking tour followed by Group Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FREE evening&lt;/span&gt; (7.45pm Liverpool v Real Madrid – Champions League Football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wed 11th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;      Meet TL (3) in HL for a guided visit to the Lowry Centre &amp;amp; Imperial War&lt;br /&gt;                 Museum North before getting the train to Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.37pm&lt;/span&gt;      Depart Manchester, Piccadilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.31pm &lt;/span&gt;     Arrive Liverpool, Lime Street                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acc – Express by Holiday Inn, Britannia Pavilion, Albert Docks, Liverpool, L3 4AD&lt;br /&gt;T: 0845 345 0000       W: www.exliverpool.com                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FREE evening&lt;/span&gt; (7.45pm Manchester United v Inter Milan – Champions League Football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday 13th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.00am&lt;/span&gt;      Meet TL (3) in HL to go to Liverpool Railway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.52am&lt;/span&gt;      Depart Liverpool, Lime Street, arrive Manchester, Piccadilly 10.41am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.15am&lt;/span&gt;    Depart Manchester, Piccadilly, arrive London, Euston 1.23pm                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-878474592588346901?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/878474592588346901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/study-tour-schedule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/878474592588346901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/878474592588346901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/study-tour-schedule.html' title='Study Tour Schedule!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6324275284458744066</id><published>2009-02-21T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:45:07.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water pics from Wales!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmkymgdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XEWNQ4ChJng/s1600-h/28350020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmkymgdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XEWNQ4ChJng/s320/28350020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288302753382866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Okay, so it may not look that high from this ANGLE...but it's a looong way down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmvx4dRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xytVFBB_Obs/s1600-h/28350010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmvx4dRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xytVFBB_Obs/s320/28350010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288305703154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kayaking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmVYQ0-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/g3bxYzK0y-Q/s1600-h/28350004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmVYQ0-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/g3bxYzK0y-Q/s320/28350004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288298616378338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The pretty cliffs we were paddling through...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAk24ELI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Uqf3N6s35Po/s1600-h/28350006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAk24ELI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Uqf3N6s35Po/s320/28350006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305286550424654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me in my kayak...it was very cold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAcPAC3I/AAAAAAAAANs/-BBXpFQhVlI/s1600-h/28350011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAcPAC3I/AAAAAAAAANs/-BBXpFQhVlI/s320/28350011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305286548109921138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Melissa and I before heading out into the water.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAJJ1fCI/AAAAAAAAANk/W9lFX8S3Y2Q/s1600-h/28350013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAJJ1fCI/AAAAAAAAANk/W9lFX8S3Y2Q/s320/28350013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305286542987983906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Right at the end of coasteering. We were very happy to be done. I am pretty sure none of us could feel our hands and feet at that point...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAAiaMnI/AAAAAAAAANc/kAGXBJgmQto/s1600-h/28350022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAqAAiaMnI/AAAAAAAAANc/kAGXBJgmQto/s320/28350022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305286540675134066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me jumping. Note the pink tennis shoes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAp_6bvZ0I/AAAAAAAAANU/1C7tdLNFF-M/s1600-h/28350026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaAp_6bvZ0I/AAAAAAAAANU/1C7tdLNFF-M/s320/28350026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305286539036550978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Melissa, Me, Jenna, and the instructor. Right after we almost died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6324275284458744066?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6324275284458744066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-pics-from-wales.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6324275284458744066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6324275284458744066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-pics-from-wales.html' title='Water pics from Wales!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SaArmkymgdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XEWNQ4ChJng/s72-c/28350020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-7353229145662595681</id><published>2009-02-19T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:13:37.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is the link to melissa's album: Facebook.com/album.php?aid=2092829&amp;amp;id=7304082&amp;amp;l=bb235                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-7353229145662595681?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/7353229145662595681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-link-to-melissas-album-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7353229145662595681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7353229145662595681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-link-to-melissas-album-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-7025189639526858805</id><published>2009-02-19T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:03.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay people I am going to try and make this quick. Next week is the last week of classes so all the profs are laying on the homework. Needless to say, I will probably be hiding in the computer lab all day tomorrow in an attempt to get my stuff done ASAP so I can still have some semblance of a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziness started about a week ago. As I mentioned in my last post, all the rest of my weekends are booked to the max with hardly any free time added in.  I am super excited that all of the traveling is so quickly approaching… but I am also worried about my survival—I am pretty sure little to no sleeping is going to happen! This is my last free weekend, so I am going to try to take advantage of it and sleep as much as I can in between writing/studying and trying to do all of the last London-y things that we can fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you all are probably wondering how Wales was. AWESOME! It was really cool to get out of London for the weekend and experience the extreme rural/country area that is around the coast of Wales. We drove up (by coach (bus) ) on Friday and got to Preseli Venture Lodge at about seven PM.  The lodge is right next to the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park—we could see the sea from the dining room window. It was beautiful! The weather was not exactly the kind that made you want to go jumping into the ocean… but that is what we did! Saturday morning was coasteering. We geared up in wetsuits, lifejackets, helmets, tennis shoes and gloves and headed out to the coast to rock climb, swim, and cliff jump.  The water was sooooo cold; the kind of cold where you get in and you feel like you cannot breath because your body is instantly freezing the second you hit the water. Regardless, we swam right out from the beach towards the rocky/cliffy areas.  It was actually pretty cool.  There was one point however, that got a teensy bit scary…I was only praying for my life for a few seconds though, so it may not have been thaaat bad...only a minor near drowing incident.  We had reached a cove area that had little islands of rocks scattered around. Our intent was to climb up onto the biggest rock and rest for a few minutes (swimming through the icy water with all of the wetsuit paraphernalia on is extremely tiring...). Unfortunately, right as the last few people in our group were climbing up (myself, Melissa, and Jenna included) a massive wave came and knocked us all down.  When these waves come there is nothing you can do but let it take you wherever it wants you to go—if you try to fight it you will a. become way too tired to continue swimming and b. your sense of self preservation and hysteria can kick in when you realize that there is nothing you can do to get away from the wave. So we all just tried not to breath in too much water and attempted to steer away from the cliffs. It was a tiny bit terrifying. Right after the giant wave crashed on top of your head, and as soon as you came up to gulp in air, it would re-crash onto you after it had bounced off of the cliff walls. It was unfortunate that we all got caught in the rough waves because it kind of put a damper on the rest of the trek. I think we scared the instructor a little bit too! He kept coming over to us saying “You’re okay right? That wasn’t too bad? You’re alright!”. Haha he even commented that I looked extremely pale…I guess that’s what almost DROWNING will do to you! Anyways, after that minor incident things were smooth sailing for the rest of the swim. We climbed our way to a lagoon/calm cove area where you could climb up the various cliffs and slide, run, or jump off of them. It was actually really really cool.  There were three jumps: a ten-foot, twenty foot, and a thirty-foot. I did the ten and twenty footers… but couldn’t quite bring myself to jump off the thirty foot one as by that point I was practically hypothermic from the cold. All in all, it was quite an experience. I am not sure if I’d do it again…but I can always say that Valentines Day 2009 I was jumping off cliffs in Wales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we de-wetsuited (which let me tell you, is not an easy task when all of your extremities are completely numb and useless and you are standing on a freezing foggy beach in only a swimsuit) we ate lunch and then went on a hike. Melissa and I opted for the 4 mile hike vs the seven mile one as we were both so exhausted from the coasteering. The hike was interesting. I have to say that I was not really in the mindset to do anything besides sleep and nurse my wounds from the morning (yes their were wounds…we all came out quite battered from our coasteering experience. Bruises and scrapes a plenty!) so a long and winding hike was not on the top of my to-do list.  It was really pretty though. I got some great pics of the coast and surrounding hills and fields.  We were slightly worried about making it through the hike without getting lost as the only instructions we received were fairly ambiguous. Basically they dropped us off and told us to find our way home. Right. Oh and the best part was when they said turn right through the gate when you pass a beach a reach a large green field. The ENTIRE hike was made up of beaches and green fields!!!! Those Welsh people…they crazy! We did end up getting slightly lost towards the end…but we eventually found our way home through an extremely muddy muddy path. It was an adventure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Melissa and I went sea kayaking. It was awesome!!! Amazingly, the sun was actually out for like a whole hour so we totally lucked out.  We did the wetsuit thing all over again, minus the tennis shoes and gloves.  The kayaking was so much fun. We paddled around the craggy cliffy areas, went through a few rough patches, but pretty much just drifted around for a few hours. Each of us had our own kayak so there was no worry of someone else tipping your boat over. One girl capsized within the first three minutes. I really don’t know how she did it so fast….it was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kayaking we went back to the lodge, ate an amazing meal, showered, packed, and headed home. It was a really great weekend. Not only was it nice to do something different and mix things up a bit ( you know how I find near death experiences invigorating…) but it was amaaazing to have home cooked meals and dining room table to eat at. We all came back exhausted and slightly beat up… but very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this site is being stupid and the internet here is ridiculously slow…so I unfortunately cannot post pictures. However, I did manage to get them onto facebook, so if you would like to check them out, follow the links! The more exciting photos have yet to be developed… we brought a water proof camera along with us while we were jumping swimming and paddling… so hopefully a few of those turned out. I will post them as soon as I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2079393&amp;amp;id=7102721&amp;amp;l=77ef4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa also posted an album… she is not here at the moment so I can’t get the link, but I will post that too probably later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to another album, but not from Wales… it’s just random stuff that I never got a chance to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2079392&amp;amp;id=7102721&amp;amp;l=9bc1e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-7025189639526858805?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/7025189639526858805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-people-i-am-going-to-try-and-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7025189639526858805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7025189639526858805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-people-i-am-going-to-try-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4724855829827773857</id><published>2009-02-13T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:17:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick note...</title><content type='html'>Hola Muchachos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to Wales to go adventuring. Hopefully I will not freeze to death as it is supposed to be quite snowy. I probably will not get a chance to post on here over the weekend...sooo you will just have to sit patiently and wait until I have a free moment before you get to partake mentally in my adventures.  We are leaving in about an hour- unfortunately it takes six hours to get there, so I'm hoping either for some quality sleep time or maybe trying to actually get a little bit of work done though, if I were a betting person I would go with option number one. The weekend will consist of sea kayaking, coasteerting, and hiking. We are all going to stay in the cute little lodge and get homecooked meals the entire weekend! I think it is going to be lots of fun...but just a teensy bit cold. Here is a link to the locations website if you wish to further peruse what exactly it is I will be doing until Sunday afternoon! --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.preseliventure.com/"&gt;http://www.preseliventure.com&lt;/a&gt; enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I believe that is all for now. When I post pictures of this weekend I will also go through Wed and Thurs night here as well (if you recall, those two nights were the Five Pound night at the Union and the Jack the Ripper Tour, which actually was not in fact a Jack the Ripper Tour...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can talk to you soon and if not, well I hope you appreciated this post. It almost didn't happen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Happy Valentines day tomorrow! I love you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4724855829827773857?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4724855829827773857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-note.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4724855829827773857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4724855829827773857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-note.html' title='A quick note...'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-2533146266077709137</id><published>2009-02-10T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:39:19.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy, I'm sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIKHc-UxqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X9KFyxsUdu8/s1600-h/s7304082_33071217_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIKHc-UxqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X9KFyxsUdu8/s320/s7304082_33071217_2294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301310834521458338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone by extremely slow…yet very fast at the same time. Monday and Tuesday I didn’t have class due to the snow, but I was also sick so the days off were not taken advantage of in an ideal way. They mostly consisted of sleeping and sniffling (as I may have mentioned in my earlier post). Wednesday was class as usual- no snow, just a lot of ice everywhere. Ice in my opinion is very annoying.  You have to walk like a crippled turtle (slow and goofy…) in order not to fall. I only learned this after I had in fact slipped on my way to class. It was a very smooth fall though, if I do say so myself. It probably just looked like I decided to go down on one knee suddenly…at least that’s what I’m telling myself. While it was only my knee that hit the ground, it was still very very not fun. I have a MASSIVE bruise on the top of my kneecap and a tiny bloody spot. I think I bruised the bone.  It hurt a lot. But I’m thinking that it’s likely I will survive, so no worries there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night we all decided to go to the Union (Imperial College pub).  We (Melissa, Jenna, Mary, Danni, and I (all of the SCU girls) ) all hung out in my room for about an hour chatting and listening to music and what not before heading over to the Union.  Wednesday night is usually very crowded because all pints are only 1.50 a pound (which is a NICE deal compared to how much they are at other places i.e. 4 pounds…. which is A LOT). Anyways, my point is it was very crowded, but fun.  All of the football players (soccer players…you get yelled at if you say soccer here) are obsessed with this game called matchbox.  It is a very confusing game with lots yelling and seemingly never-ending amounts of rules.  Basically, as simply as I can put it with my limited understanding of the game, it consists of tossing a matchbox over the top of your drink in an attempt to have it land on one of its sides or making it into someone else’s drink.  It is extremely entertaining to watch…but I refuse to play due to my hypersensitive gag reflex. Yes, I am allergic to chugging and that does not go over well if you play the game. All in all, the night was very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIKHNWtBsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/19Xj5uZxjKw/s1600-h/n500426063_2073046_8115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIKHNWtBsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/19Xj5uZxjKw/s320/n500426063_2073046_8115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301310830328743618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Melissa, Jenna, Me, Mary, and Danni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a long day.  We were all very tired from staying out late the night before so sleeping in was a necessity.  At 1, we had our Design class which I HATE. Again, I’m going to say that if it were taught any other way by any other professor it would be immensely interesting. But no, it is taught by a woman who looks (and talks) like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter.  She pretty much thinks that her class is the most important thing we will be experiencing while we are in this country. … I do not even know how to respond to that.  Because we missed class for the snow day, she is trying to convince us all that it is necessary to stay an extra hour after all of the remaining classes we have. This would make the already painful three-hour class into a death sentence of four. I will refuse. To make matters worse, I went and got a coffee during the break and brought it back to class in hopes of making the remaining hour somewhat bearable. I had also not yet had my caffeine for the day. As soon as I sat down… she (the soul-sucking professor) walked over to me and said I could not drink my coffee because nothing besides water is permitted in the building. !!!! . While technically this is true, it is not enforced by any other person in the entire building. One of my other professors is the co-director of the entire program, and he brings coffee with him every day and encourages us to do the same. I was not happy. This could possibly be part of the reason why I dislike that professor so much. This, and the fact the she’s evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Thursday night was the Shakespeare play. My whole class went to see Twelfth Night and it was amazing.  I am so glad that I was able to go! Apparently one of the leading actors is pretty famous, and is actually winning the highest British award possible for a stage actor. It was pretty cool.  The theatre was very beautiful also. It was old fashioned and tiered, with narrow rows of seating. There was no legroom at all, so I felt bad for anyone taller than me…but it was still definitely worth going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, almost everyone in our end of the hall (and pretty much everyone else in the entire building) went away for the weekend.  Jenna went to the north end of England to visit some family friends.  It was just me, Melissa, and Josh (another SCU student) left.  Melissa and I went shopping Friday afternoon. We found a mall. I have no money left. Just kidding! Kind of… But yes, we found a mall and it was huge! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mall that big before- it was a bit overwhelming.  The architecture was very modern as well- all of the maps were touch screens and the ceiling was made out of wavy blue glass. It felt like we were in some sort of mix between a huge airport and a fish tank. It was cool.  Friday night, we tried to go to a movie, but unfortunately it was sold out =(  However, the night did not end on a sad note due to the arrival of a GIANT heart shaped box full of See’s Candy, compliments of my mommy =) I have been enjoying them immensely and even shared a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Melissa, Josh, and I went to the London Eye which is definitely a must do thing.  It is one of those, you HAVE to do it at least once, but you will probably never do it again.  It is a giant ferris wheel type thing that has viewing pods that can fit about fifteen people.  From the top, you have an amazing view of London. It is right on the River Thames directly across from the House of Parliament and Big Ben.  You can even see St. Paul’s Cathedral and Buckingham Palace in the distance.  We went right as the sun was going down so the view was spectacular. After The Eye we followed the river down to St. Paul’s Cathedral.  It is a massive church- it’s dome is the second largest in the world after Saint Peters in Rome.  A less historical reason to recognize the Cathedral is known to those who watch Marry Poppins. Yes, this is the church where the “Feed the Bird’s” song takes place. I didn’t see any birds though…=) We stayed for a little bit to hear the choir sing which was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdqbTKSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XUSiW20M65s/s1600-h/n7304082_33071235_3733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdqbTKSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XUSiW20M65s/s320/n7304082_33071235_3733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301310116578142498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(At the top of the London Eye. Big Ben in background as wells as  Westminster Bridge and the River Thames)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdnPpZJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZiwYSE--nkM/s1600-h/IMG_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdnPpZJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZiwYSE--nkM/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301310115723961490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The viewing pods...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdFa_5mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/i7kHvbZE2vo/s1600-h/n7304082_33071245_8785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIJdFa_5mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/i7kHvbZE2vo/s320/n7304082_33071245_8785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301310106644768354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our pod. Melissa, Josh, and I are standing on the bench in the back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHdF2vmvI/AAAAAAAAALs/W1Iobe9nLTU/s1600-h/n7304082_33071258_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHdF2vmvI/AAAAAAAAALs/W1Iobe9nLTU/s320/n7304082_33071258_3787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301307907737885426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Waterloo Bridge and St. Paul's right along the Thames)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHc1slxvI/AAAAAAAAALc/YpGPA6B8jTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHc1slxvI/AAAAAAAAALc/YpGPA6B8jTQ/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301307903400330994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(What is special about this sign??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHdAPiqiI/AAAAAAAAALk/EJHsA1MTtEE/s1600-h/n7304082_33071255_5018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHdAPiqiI/AAAAAAAAALk/EJHsA1MTtEE/s320/n7304082_33071255_5018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301307906231282210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(They love me so much here... they've even named a wharf after me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHcnqAI4I/AAAAAAAAALU/_3YN-jdaEWk/s1600-h/IMG_3761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHcnqAI4I/AAAAAAAAALU/_3YN-jdaEWk/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301307899631379330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The London Eye and Big Ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHcb90YbI/AAAAAAAAALM/4Z8azQr3HM8/s1600-h/IMG_3774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIHcb90YbI/AAAAAAAAALM/4Z8azQr3HM8/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301307896493269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(St. Paul's Cathedral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we attempted to branch out of the Kensington bubble to find a pub a bit farther away.  We looked up a place called “The Palm Tree” online and which was supposedly a cool place to hang out—live music, good atmosphere, cool building. Unfortunately, we had a difficult time finding it.  We walked down the road it was on with no luck and finally asked a girl if she knew where it was. She said yes, she did but she had no idea why we wanted to go there, as it was not very lively. She invited us to go with her, to a place called the Angel Arms. Unfortunately, when we got there, there were only about two other people in the entire place. It was actually kind of funny. We ordered a pint, played a game of pool, and went back out to find the other place.  We had to ask for directions again because we STILL could not find it. Eventually, after being directed to walk through a dark and empty park, we saw it. It is an old old building situated in the middle of the park off the main road. How they ever expect people to fin this place is beyond me… but I have to admit it was pretty cool looking. At this point it was about eleven.  It had taken us too long to find the pub so all we did was walk in and walk out because we had to make it back home before the tube closed at 12 (it was definitely a necessity to take the tube as this place was far away and Melissa and I are notoriously bad at navigating ourselves through the bus system). All in all… the night did not go as originally planned, but was entertaining and was definitely and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a lazy day.  I slept in, went to the grocery store to buy food, cooked a GIANT pot of spaghetti which was amazing if I do say so myself, went to church at 7, did homework, and then went to bed.  Nothing too exciting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I was basically in class all day.  And had a lot of work to do when I got out at 8.  It is really annoying that the professors actually give us a lot of homework… you know, its not like we have anything better to do right? Hehe anyways, Monday night I could not fall asleep, I have no idea why. It was horrible. I work up this morning feeling like a train had run me over. Seriously. But I had class at nine, so I had to be a good student and wake up.  After class I was beautifully able to take a nap before heading over to the Student Travel Center to get my International Student ID (which gives me discounts on planes tickets, hotels, food at some places, etc). I then booked my trip to Paris! I’ll go into more detail about that in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the STATravel arrangements, Melissa, Jenna, Josh, Mary and I all cooked a giant feast together. We made burritos, like hard core burritos—meat, rice, beans, homemade salsa, soured cream (yeah…weird, but they don’t have regular sour cream here), green and red peppers and onions cooked with taco seasoning and cilantro. Mmm it was very tasty. But now I smell like onions and peppers. Anyways, that’s about it now for the updates on the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, the next few weeks are going to be insanely busy. Pretty much every free minute of time is booked up.  Here is a general rundown of what it supposed to be happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ Feb 11: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt; Geffrye Museum for class. (The Geffrye Museum is one of London's best-loved museums. It shows the changing style of the English domestic interior in a series of period rooms from 1600 to the present day blah blah blah or as the English say, waffle waffle waffle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening:&lt;/span&gt; All you can eat/drink for 5pounds at the Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ Feb 12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Morning: Class field trip to Tate Britain (museum; home of British art from 1500 to the present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Evening: Jack the Ripper walking night tour. Yes I know, this sounds horrible…but apparently it is supposed to be very interesting. I probably won’t be sleeping too much Thursday night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ Feb 13-15 (Fri-Sun):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Wales: Adventure Weekend (will consist of Kayaking, Coasteering, Bike Riding, Hiking, and trying not to freeze to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ Feb 19-22 (Thurs-Sun): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;Was supossed to be the Paris weekend… however, we did not book things soon enough and all the good deals were taken, we are going to go later instead. Which leaves this weekend open. I’m thinking I am going to do my best to either go to Cambridge or Oxford. That’s my goal for the weekend. I also think that we are going to try to get the last few London touristy things out of the way…as this is really our last chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ Feb 26- 1st (Thurs-Sun):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;Sweden to visit Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ March 2-13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;Study Tour with British Life and Culture Class.  Details have not yet been given to us, but we are going to be touring through the Northern parts of England and part of Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ March 14-16 (Sat-Mon):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Paris! And all of the things to do around that area that can be done in two days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ March 16-18 (Mon-Wed)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Last three days of BLC class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ March 18-24 (Wed-Tues):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Ireland. Visiting Irish friend Grainne and Melissa’s Irish relatives. Will be going to multiple locations of which I’m not yet sure—but Dublin is definitely one. We fly back to London on the 24th and will have to either get a hotel room or go to a hostel…I am not sure what we are going to do with all of our stuff during that week, as the dorms are closed… We will probably try to find a cheap place to store them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‡ March 25 (Wed)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; FLYING HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you have it. A brief outline of what is going to happen over the next few weeks. Most of these are already booked so there will not be too much change. There is plenty of stuff going on during the week over our remaining three weeks of classes…so I am pretty much going to be go go going for the rest of my time here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-2533146266077709137?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2533146266077709137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-busy-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2533146266077709137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2533146266077709137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-busy-im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy, I&apos;m sorry!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SZIKHc-UxqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X9KFyxsUdu8/s72-c/s7304082_33071217_2294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1381635871517904602</id><published>2009-02-03T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:22:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>melted snow = lots of puddles = very wet uggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently praying really does work- class was canceled this morning! haha and it was a good thing too because I most likely would not have gone because I am STILL sick. It's getting quite annoying. I've pretty much lost my voice at this point. But yeah, my professor lives about 35 miles away and all of the trains were still shut down this morning. He called my phone (somehow I was the designated person to contact...) at about 8:30 saying class was not going to happen. We were all able to go back to bed and I actually fell asleep for about three more hours =) As nice as it was to have yet another day to do absolutely nothing...I started to go a bit stir-crazy-cabin-feverish and decided it was necessary for my sanity to leave the building no matter how cold and blustery it was outside. I slushed my way to Starbucks, got a latte, and starting walking through the park. Although the snow was beginning to melt it still looked quite pretty-the trees and ground had a nice layer of white.  I walked around for about an hour until my nose started to drip disgustingly down my face (sorry TMI) and then carefully, trying very hard not to slip or step in puddles (which i FAILED at...my uggs are soaked unfortunately) I made my way back home. It was a nice little outing and I even managed to make a friend (who I will post a picture of below). In retrospect...going out in the cold and walking around in non-water proof shoes was probably not the most inteligent decision I have ever made- but hey, I can't be a genius all the time! Besides, it was worth it. My mental stability is not in danger any longer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ4ngZiSI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mw4IpjCnOiA/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ4ngZiSI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mw4IpjCnOiA/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298636567371942178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love from London =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ22zg1WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C00KGmabs6c/s1600-h/IMG_3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ22zg1WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C00KGmabs6c/s320/IMG_3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298636537118905698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People take snowman-making very seriously here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ21QZg2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bHTF_aQ_P3M/s1600-h/IMG_3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ21QZg2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bHTF_aQ_P3M/s320/IMG_3707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298636536703189858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birds chillin' (literally) on the frozen pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ2nGFBDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0L6foE_rZ9I/s1600-h/IMG_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ2nGFBDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0L6foE_rZ9I/s320/IMG_3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298636532901807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new friend! He even posed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ2Yi0BfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pnSRvKEaR6g/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ2Yi0BfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pnSRvKEaR6g/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298636528995796466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The slushy path back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures posted in an album on facebook. Here's the link if you want to check them out: &lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2078183&amp;amp;l=865ed&amp;amp;id=7102721&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1381635871517904602?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1381635871517904602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/melted-snow-lots-of-puddles-very-wet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1381635871517904602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1381635871517904602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/melted-snow-lots-of-puddles-very-wet.html' title='melted snow = lots of puddles = very wet uggs'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYiJ4ngZiSI/AAAAAAAAALE/Mw4IpjCnOiA/s72-c/IMG_3691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-7395059934898223791</id><published>2009-02-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:49:08.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYcj3-vgxGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EaC04xKTTqM/s1600-h/n10808362_33790568_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYcjxEoxriI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YmS2P-8F40o/s320/n10808362_33790561_9777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298242812590009890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYcjxC60sCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tTPppzmQOZ4/s1600-h/n10808362_33790544_9813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYcjxC60sCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tTPppzmQOZ4/s320/n10808362_33790544_9813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298242812128833570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-7395059934898223791?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/7395059934898223791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7395059934898223791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7395059934898223791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYcj3-vgxGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EaC04xKTTqM/s72-c/n10808362_33790568_2501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8072827595069573058</id><published>2009-02-02T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:18:31.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYbjRjMtBWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uI0OzyYiXgQ/s1600-h/n500426063_2052413_9402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYbjRjMtBWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uI0OzyYiXgQ/s320/n500426063_2052413_9402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298171902293771618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYbjRXWB3RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-8ChtQHMC-4/s1600-h/n500426063_2052081_4430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYbjRXWB3RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-8ChtQHMC-4/s320/n500426063_2052081_4430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298171899111660818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8072827595069573058?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8072827595069573058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8072827595069573058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8072827595069573058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY =)'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYbjRjMtBWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uI0OzyYiXgQ/s72-c/n500426063_2052413_9402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1930998179393647220</id><published>2009-02-01T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:53:18.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYYLGs2oTPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kl8Z44mMOzI/s1600-h/n7303889_33056937_8712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYYLGs2oTPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kl8Z44mMOzI/s320/n7303889_33056937_8712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297934221395381490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its ch-ch-ch-chilly outside! And apparently it's going to stay this way for the next week. We are all going to be walking around looking like marshmallow-poofy-jacket monsters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1930998179393647220?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1930998179393647220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1930998179393647220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1930998179393647220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYYLGs2oTPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kl8Z44mMOzI/s72-c/n7303889_33056937_8712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-2119418986698531863</id><published>2009-01-30T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:58:05.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue...one that YOU apparently do not have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSRN38eTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RJIFIrgqYhU/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSRN38eTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RJIFIrgqYhU/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168042453399858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Synopsis/Abstract: Irish friend, Grainne, visiting our humble abode here in London; searching for a good club to go to on Friday night and failing miserably I might add; a quest for cupcakes Saturday morning followed by a bit of shopping and some serious nap time; Saturday night yet another search for a club to go to (this time with much more success); sleeping in Sunday morning; going to a movie Sunday afternoon; going to class Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday (walking around Piccadilly after Tues’ class); going on a walking tour of Shakespeare’s London Wednesday night (in the rain…) followed by a trip to the Imperial College student union pub; Class Thursday- field trip to Apsley House; All American Rejects Concert Thursday night; tour of Parliament Friday morning; followed by a well deserved nap; and finally…dun dun dun… a shiny new post for the blog! Now that I am fully dedicating the next hour or so of my time to updating you people on the various exciting (and not so exciting) things I did this week… you can all stop complaining about the distinct lack of updating. It’s not my fault if I’m busy! You will just have to wait patiently between each post, which I know can be difficult for those of you living vicariously through my adventures! So, without further ado…here you have it, installment number 19 of Hobbs Goes to London: The Wonderful Exploits of Gabby. Actually, one more thing, just a tiny little ado, I’m going to throw a little disclaimer out here about the length and quality of the following post. It will be long… and it will be amazing. No, that’s not what I meant to say. Well the long part is true…but I’m not too sure about the amazing. That is up to you, dear reader. But what I actually wanted to say is since this is in fact going to be quite lengthy, I can guarantee you that I will not be proofing it. So please disregard any grammatical, informational, and/or contextual inaccuracies or catastrophic blunders you may encounter. They are not my fault; you are just reading things wrong. Okay. That is all I am going to say on the matter. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Things People Do for a Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;and various other tales…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, so here is the Earth. What? No, wrong topic… my mistake. Lets start with Friday night, shall we? I believe where I last left you, I was writing Friday morning excited about the impending visit of Grainne, a friend from Ireland.  She arrived around seven o’clock Friday night. We were originally planning on having her stay in our room with us…but apparently overnight guests are not allowed in this building. We thought about sneaking her up, but the idea of skulking around the building wheedling our way past the front desk worker all weekend was a little but too stressful to handle, so we ended up checking her into a cheap hotel down the street. I have never in my life seen a hotel room that was so minuscule. They do things small here. Real small. All it had room for was a single bed that had walls on three sides of it, a small desk, and sink. It was about the size of a pantry.  As I mentioned in my preface to this post, we did attempt to find a club on Friday night that was within walking distance from our rooms.  We discovered a place called Opal that is pretty much on the end of our street.  It was ten pounds to get in (expensive) but the guy at the front desk assured us that it was a great place to go. It was not. The cheapest drink was five pounds (not worth it), the music was some sort of trance-like techno-y mix, and the actual space we were in looked like a very small cave. Now, ordinarily, the idea of a cave bar could be somewhat intriguing…but it was very small and the crowd was not exactly the kind of people we wanted to be BFF’s with. So we ended up calling it a night early (well, early as in not quite yet the wee hours of the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSQs3mtvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DYihFmEXLHY/s1600-h/IMG_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSQs3mtvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DYihFmEXLHY/s320/IMG_3615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168033593603826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Random Tube station...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, Grainne insisted on waking us all up by 9:30 so we could go on a quest to find these apparently amazing cupcakes that were sold in the Market place at the Duke of York Square.  Not entirely sure where this market was, we set out anyways. We ended up, without getting too lost, finding our way to the Crumbs and Doily’s stand where there were cupcakes aplenty! They were worth the trek =) When we got back we discovered that our shower was broken. The nozzle/snake/pipe thing had unglued itself and was whipping around like an uncontrollable hose, until it finally broke off and water was just shooting up from the pipes. Yes, it was not convenient at all. Fortunately there is another bathroom with a shower down the hall, and we all just snuck into that one =) Saturday night, we decided to risk another try at a club.  This one was actually quite fun. The music was great for dancing (they played a good mix of oldies, pop, hip-hop, and pretty much anything anyone requested) and it was filled with people our age. Overall, it was a successful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSQRvDz5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cyHcXWLLyFw/s1600-h/n263300005_44067_6160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSQRvDz5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cyHcXWLLyFw/s320/n263300005_44067_6160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168026310004626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The greatly anticipated cupcakes!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSP4Lln4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4UkAVt_bQow/s1600-h/n263300005_44168_1465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSP4Lln4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4UkAVt_bQow/s320/n263300005_44168_1465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297168019450339202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Grainne, Me and Melissa at the club Los Locos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRjPXEVeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5OZLDFnqTt8/s1600-h/n263300005_44192_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRjPXEVeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5OZLDFnqTt8/s320/n263300005_44192_259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167252578391522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(All of us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grainne left Monday afternoon (tear), but Melissa and I will see her soon! We are going to go visit her over spring break. Monday night was my Shakespeare class and Tuesday morning, British Life and Culture. I went shopping for a little while at Piccadilly Circus Tuesday after class. I had to buy two books for my Shakespeare class…and was directed to go to a bookstore that wasn’t even open yet! After walking around for a bit, Mary (one of the other girls from SCU) and I found a Borders and I was able to get my book there. I was a little bit disappointed though, as I had wanted to say I went to an authentic English bookstore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning was class again and then laundry time.  I’ve been putting off doing laundry for as long as possible…mostly because it costs four pounds… but also because I didn’t actually know where the laundry room was! Hehe I found it though, without too much trouble and now all my clothes smell nice and clean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was the walking tour of Shakespeare-land. Basically we walked around the river Theme’s where the new Globe is (the Globe is the theatre where Shakespeare worked, acted, wrote, and pretty much lived). The old Globe was destroyed by a fire and was never rebuilt, but a few pieces of it remain.  It was really cool to see them both! We also walked around the area and saw various authentic (ancient) buildings that where there when Shakespeare was. One interesting, yet slightly creepy site we walked by, was a fenced off area known as Cross Bones Graveyard.  It was a very old graveyard where unknown people (paupers, criminals, prostitutes, or simply people know one knew the identity of) were buried without any recognition or marking to show that they were there.  Even though not a single identity is known of the hundreds of people buried there, visitors have made a memorial out of the site; putting flowers and original poems on the gate. It is an interesting thing to see.  Overall the tour was pretty cool, but it unfortunately started raining while we were walking so it was cut short. Definitely worth the trip though for anyone at all intrigued by Shakespeare and his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRjIfA7iI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SHpz0CRY3PU/s1600-h/IMG_3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRjIfA7iI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SHpz0CRY3PU/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167250732674594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The new Globe...please note the rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRi-md6hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2fXsK3ANQF0/s1600-h/IMG_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRi-md6hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2fXsK3ANQF0/s320/IMG_3587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167248079579666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRinCpECI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OTbJjQY8B5M/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRinCpECI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OTbJjQY8B5M/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167241755299874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Prostitute Graveyard....interesting tour choice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRiGr5W7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RAkLgshB76U/s1600-h/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNRiGr5W7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RAkLgshB76U/s320/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167233069964210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This pic was meant to go down at the bottom, it's in Westminster Hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN_a4nGpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EBSu9DKm9UI/s1600-h/IMG_3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN_a4nGpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EBSu9DKm9UI/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163338661698194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I had my History of Modern Design class.  It was a field trip day, so we blessedly did not have a three-hour lecture! Instead, we went to the Wellington Museum, or Apsely House, home of the first Duke of Wellington. It is right in the heart of London at Hyde Park Corner. It is an amazing house filled with famous paintings and statues.  The Duke of Wellington is famous for defeating Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. The whole house is a filled with tributes to this. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Melissa and I went to the All American Rejects concert and it was amazing! We had horrible seats…but it was still worth it because the show was so good =) It was pretty funny when the crowd started chanting for an encore, we could totally here the English accent as they all yelled “We want more!” only, they said it as ‘moh’. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN_NqWLnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WWCMK4FZkM4/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN_NqWLnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WWCMK4FZkM4/s320/IMG_3597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163335112207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Apsley House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we all (the SCU students) had a scheduled tour of Parliament this morning.  It was really really interesting.  We weren’t allowed to take pictures once we got inside, but the whole building is massive and ancient and all around spectacular. It was pretty awesome to actually go through each room and see how the British government works. The House of Lords had a giant throne that is gold plated- for the Queen to sit in of course. The House of Commons was less impressive decoratively, but still just as cool to see where all the action happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN-4t2TAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRMDnTyzH1I/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN-4t2TAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRMDnTyzH1I/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163329489751042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Big Ben and guess who!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN-QJ4pyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IHmBb2duRU8/s1600-h/IMG_3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNN-QJ4pyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IHmBb2duRU8/s320/IMG_3639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163318601492258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Inside  Westminster Hall, before going into the House of Parliament)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Parliament tour, I took a giant nap, which was splendid and that brings me to right now. I am typing. Yes, we have reached the end of this tale! I didn’t think it would happen…I impress myself sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I am not too sure what the plan is for tonight. Melissa is going on a date with a very nice English boy she met the other night. He is one of Cameron’s football (soccer…) teammates.  She is about to leave right now, so I’ll just have to wait to see how that goes! Jenna, Mary and I have plans to go get Indian food for dinner and then maybe do something afterwards. A pub? Maybe…it's definitely a possibility.  Other than that I have made no concrete plans for this weekend. I am running out of ideas of touristy places to go- amazingly enough I think I’ve done all the big ones! If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know and I will take them under consideration =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that this is all for now. I need to go take a shower. But you probably didn’t need to know that. It is supposed to be wickedly cold starting on Sunday; negative degrees at night and only in the 30’s during the day. Snow is a possibility for Tuesday. Hopefully I will not freeze to death! I’ll do what I can to stay warm… Let me know if anything interesting happens at home. I appreciated the long comments and emails people have been sending! Apparently a little complaining can go a long way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-2119418986698531863?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2119418986698531863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience-is-virtueone-that-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2119418986698531863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2119418986698531863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience-is-virtueone-that-you.html' title='Patience is a virtue...one that YOU apparently do not have!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SYNSRN38eTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RJIFIrgqYhU/s72-c/IMG_3643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8162260245708107903</id><published>2009-01-23T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:52:14.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a link to some pictures that go along with the post below: &lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077319&amp;amp;l=926d3&amp;amp;id=7102721&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8162260245708107903?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8162260245708107903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-link-to-some-pictures-that-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8162260245708107903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8162260245708107903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-link-to-some-pictures-that-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6008357780383809719</id><published>2009-01-23T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:02:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ladies if you fall, my strong arms will catch you. Gents, the ground is hard."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past few days have been pretty busy with classes (yes we actually have to go…), sightseeing, and sleeping.  Last I spoke to anyone, I believe it was Tuesday.  I guess what I should do here is attempt to remember aallll the way back to Wednesday and go from there. It will be difficult, as that really was a long time ago (a whole two days), but I think with the help of the tea I’m drinking, conveniently provided by my mommy or I guess I should say mum while I’m here, you know, to try and fit it…wow I just went way off topic there…. What was I saying? Oh yes, with the help of my nice warm cup of tea, I think I might be able to remember some of the details of the past few days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday. I unfortunately had class at nine, where as my roommates did not. It’s very depressing. I had my Shakespeare class where I was apologized to profusely by the professor who apparently was somewhat stricken to find that he had actually left a student behind! It made me feel better =) Anyways, apparently I am going to go on the tour with a different class, and we are going to meet in a pub first and he is going to count how many people he has before he leaves, in honor of me.  That was pretty much the only interesting thing class-related.  After class, I went back to my room (where the roommates were only just waking up) and ate lunch. I don’t remember what I ate so don’t ask.  After eating, we (Melissa, Jenna, Mary, and I) headed down to the tube to make our way to Her Majesties Royal Palace and Fortress, or more commonly known as The Tower of London.  The Tower of London is a very cool place where you can see all the cells and towers where old famous prisoners were kept and where they were beheaded and what not.  Some examples of famous decapatees are Anne Boleyn, Catherine Howard, and Thomas More. When we got there we tagged along the end of a tour, which was very entertaining and informational.  Apparently there are about thirty guards who actually live in the Tower with their families. I feel bad for those kids… think of how hard it would be to sneak in or out at night when you LIVE in an ancient fortress…yeah, not gonna happen.  Another cool thing to see at the Tower, are the Crown Jewels, which is where one can find the largest natural diamond in the world.  Yes, The Crown Jewels were quite impressive, although whyy they really needed a pure gold wine bowl the size of a bathtub baffles me just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the towers for about 2 hours or so, it got really really really cold. And yes, the use of three really’s was necessary to prove my point of the coldness.  We headed back home where we lounged for a little bit, ate dinner and then got ready to go out again.  Melissa and I headed over to the pub at Imperial College to check things out. One of the guys from SCU is playing on the Imperial soccer team, and apparently all of the sports teams’ head over to the pub after practice.  We went in and it was very entertaining; lots of screaming and chanting and loud boisterous games being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZInlthWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/59HJjyP2e0U/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZInlthWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/59HJjyP2e0U/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294501579040064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside The Tower of London&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tower_Of_London#Executions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZIY0xb9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/iRAdZOMqpbg/s1600-h/IMG_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZIY0xb9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/iRAdZOMqpbg/s320/IMG_3497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294501575076704210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZHuPDXrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YyUtG4dki8U/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZHuPDXrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YyUtG4dki8U/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294501563644206770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWko8qU7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIhGwNt_iaI/s1600-h/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWko8qU7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIhGwNt_iaI/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498761906213810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poor dog was very sacred...espicially since its neck is already broken, it is a perfect candidate to in the tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWkclmHlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6Qk_j2bIow8/s1600-h/IMG_3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWkclmHlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6Qk_j2bIow8/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498758588243538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waving hello! from Tower Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWj6tQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6thEex6MUNE/s1600-h/IMG_3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWj6tQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6thEex6MUNE/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498749493606626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, attempting to take a picture with a bridge in the background. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we had class at 1, in which we had a test.   I swear that class is the most painfully boring class I have ever experienced; it pretty much sucks the life out of you one picture at a time.  The class, The History of Modern Design, so far has been focused on architecture and styles…which is interesting, but not when it is beat into your brain in three hour segments.  The only good thing I can say about the repetitiveness of the class is that it is not really necessary to study because we’ve seen and heard each picture and description ten million times. The professor somehow seems to expect us all to be extremely mentally incompetent… Anyways, the test was not the bad and I think I did well.  After class we all went back to shower and get ready to go out to dinner. Melissa’s uncle, Mike, was in town on business and offered to treat the three of us to a swanky dinner.  Before I mention the amazing-ness which was dinner, I just want to say that if you ever find yourself at the Covent Garden tube stop, DO NOT TAKE THE STAIRS.  Yes, we made that mistake, and after 193 windy spirally steps I thought I was going to lose a lung.  There were actually people sitting on the floor when we got to the top attempting to begin breathing again.  Hahaha anyways, now to talk about dinner. We went to this bizarrely awesome place called “Sketch”. It was really unlike any restaurant I have ever been to.  The food was amazing! I’m not really quite sure what exactly it was that I was eating, but it was delicious.  I know for the main course I had lamb. It was teeny tiny, but extremely tasty.  Aside from the food and the drinks (which were also on the ten and above scale of ratings), the atmosphere was just plain interesting.  I really don’t know how to describe it other than slightly bizarre but fancy and super cool.  The tables had couches on one side of them for chairs, the ceiling was gold with giant chandeliers, the walls were plain white with sparkles and designs projecting across them the entire time, but most impressive of all were the bathrooms.  Really these bathrooms are worth a visit whether you had to go or not, and this is coming from a person who is normally not a fan of public restrooms. To find the bathroom you walk up a spiral staircase, which on one side had blue light and the other had pink, boys and girls. When you get to the top, all you can see are about twenty giant white pods. Yes, pods, as in space pods that slightly resemble giant boiled eggs.  It was very entertaining. Inside the pods, there was music that would cheer and clap for you while in there, which was slightly disturbing in a funny sort of way. I think it was the most entertaining trip to the bathroom I’ve ever taken. And underneath, right at the bottom of the staircase, was this cozy little bar tucked inside with a little half-circle opening. It was cool. Anyways, I think I’ve gone on about bathrooms for long enough. I actually took a picture in there so I’ll try and post it if it turned out.  So yes, dinner was great; probably the fanciest meal I’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Wednesday and Thursday.  Today I slept in which was amaaaazing.  I’m not sure exactly what the plan is for this weekend, but I’m pretty sure little to no sleeping is going to be involved so I was really attempting to cherish my moments of lazy-sleep time this morning. Melissa’s friend Grainne from Ireland is coming to visit and I’m sure we are going to try to do something fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now folks. I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens this weekend. Apparently it is supposed to be really rainy and cold which I am not looking forward to, but I’m sure I will survive! I miss you people… it’s annoying =( Week three is supposed to be the hardest so if I call home sounding miserable, just know that that you were warned! Let me know how everything is going at home. There has been a distinct lack of emailing going on from your end; I am very disappointed in you! I’m supposed to be the one too busy to write home, and look what I’m posting for you today! I’m practically writing a little novella here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWjtmf-AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FLV-KCccKQg/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWjtmf-AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FLV-KCccKQg/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498745975568386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very special bathroom facilities at the "Sketch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWjS0byRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OVNv4JILZg0/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnWjS0byRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OVNv4JILZg0/s320/IMG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498738786257170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very interesting in there.... I normally do not condone taking bathroom pictures, but I had to make and exception for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6008357780383809719?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6008357780383809719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladies-if-you-fall-my-strong-arms-will.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6008357780383809719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6008357780383809719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladies-if-you-fall-my-strong-arms-will.html' title='&quot;Ladies if you fall, my strong arms will catch you. Gents, the ground is hard.&quot;'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXnZInlthWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/59HJjyP2e0U/s72-c/IMG_3488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-5191474112670093714</id><published>2009-01-20T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:15:59.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I guess its about time I actually wrote something of substance on here that’s more than a line or two long! I apologize for the ranty-rant post yesterday. I was not having a good day and I felt it was only fair that everyone realized that.   Things ended up getting a little bit better after my initial feelings of … well … general unhappiness. My professor emailed me back  (I had written to him telling him that I did not ditch class…) and he said that it was his fault; he thought the whole group was there so they left at 6. I must have walked up right as they were all walking out.  Stupid Shakespeare; I don’t even like him that much! Haha anyways, after that fiasco, when I got back to Metrogate, we all (the SCU people) went to a pub that is literally across the street from our dorm. You can see it from my window. It’s called the Queen’s Arms and it’s kind of cool; just a little hole in the wall place that’s not tooo shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had class at 9, which is always nice. Waking up at 7:30 and going outside into freezing cold air is definitely something to look forward to! On my way to class I had a slightly disastrous encounter with a water bottle.  While I was walking I noticed that my bag seemed to be leaking. As leaking is not something backpacks are generally supposed to do, I immediately stopped to check it out.  What I found was really not pleasant.  Apparently my (full and large) water bottle had broken open and dumped out completely into my semi-waterproof bag. I mention that the bag was semi-water proof for a reason. When I looked in the bag, I literally found my book and pens FLOATING in about three inches of water.  So now, I have to deal with a drowned looking book and water rumpled binder paper for the rest of the quarter.  Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until about 2 o’clock, today was shaping up to be about as bad as yesterday. However things did turn around to a more upward direction. I got my hair cut and I actually think that I like it! Its short…and I feel like a piece of my head is missing… but its new and light and bouncy! We’ll see if I still like it after I wash and style it myself. That’s the real test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my hair cut I walked back to the dorm and found a box waiting for me!!! It was very exciting =) Thank you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting my wonderfully comfy mattress pad on my rock bed, we all want down to Piccadilly to find a place to watch the inauguration.  We ended up going to a sports bar that was all decked out in red white and blue and American flags- it was pretty cool!  I swear people here are more excited for American events that Americans actually are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it for now.  I have class at 9 tomorrow morning so I am going to try to go to bed early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-5191474112670093714?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5191474112670093714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-guess-its-about-time-i-actually.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/5191474112670093714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/5191474112670093714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-guess-its-about-time-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4385521277512504450</id><published>2009-01-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:08:55.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXYvT80QJMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/g85ALQ8iwfg/s1600-h/Photo+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXYvT80QJMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/g85ALQ8iwfg/s320/Photo+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470431809905858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4385521277512504450?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4385521277512504450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4385521277512504450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4385521277512504450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SXYvT80QJMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/g85ALQ8iwfg/s72-c/Photo+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-124872936355133249</id><published>2009-01-20T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:49:57.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, in order to cheer myself up in the wake of yesterdays disaster, I have decided to chop off my hair. If it doesn't turn out too horrible, I will post a picture when I get back! I am slightly terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-124872936355133249?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/124872936355133249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-in-order-to-cheer-myself-up-in-wake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/124872936355133249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/124872936355133249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-in-order-to-cheer-myself-up-in-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6368722640625517714</id><published>2009-01-19T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:29:13.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so MAD right now. I guess mad is bit strong of word choice…but unhappy doesn’t really seem to cover the negative emotions I'm feeling at the moment.  So I was supposed to go on a walking tour with my Lit class tonight. Please note how I used the words supposed to go instead of went. We were planning on touring Shakespeare’s London- where he lived, worked, wrote, acted, etc and I was really excited about this in a dorky I’m-an-English-major-about-to-see-a-piece-of-history kind of way.  However when I got to the tube stop where we were to meet NO ONE WAS THERE.  Technically, I did not get there until about 6:04, because I missed the first train, but I really didn’t think it would be a problem.  I waited around for about 25 mins thinking maybe I got the time wrong, but no one ever showed. I was very put out. So either the class must have left at exactly 6 or I got the time and place wrong. Either way, I missed the field trip and in the process gave myself a giant headache stressing over it. Today has not been a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6368722640625517714?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6368722640625517714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-mad-right-now.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6368722640625517714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6368722640625517714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-mad-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-6748455893723112355</id><published>2009-01-17T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:37:36.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we went to Bath and Stonehenge today and it was pretty cool. I'm about to go out right now...we are gonna try to find us some British boys =)  I promise to update tomorrow on the happenings of earlier today! In the mean time... if you can get it to work... here is a link to a few pics I posted on Facebook. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2076684&amp;amp;l=a48b0&amp;amp;id=7102721&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-6748455893723112355?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/6748455893723112355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-we-went-to-bath-and-stonehenge-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6748455893723112355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/6748455893723112355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-we-went-to-bath-and-stonehenge-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-7977462158050004502</id><published>2009-01-16T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:38:20.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! So I am going to do this as quickly as possibly because I need to go to bed…. ten minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the FIE student welcome thing. It was entertaining to a certain extent. We got a free T-shirt and two free drinks. However, they didn’t just give you the drinks. You had to work for them.  Each person walking in was given a card that was either yellow with a question on it or pink with an answer.  In order to get your drink you had to “mingle” and find the person who had your answer/question.  Jenna and I found ours right away without really trying at all- we were sitting on beanbag chairs in the corner and two different people walked up to our group asking what questions we had, and they matched! Melissa on the other hand, was not so lucky. She walked around the entire night and never found her match.  After that we were going to go out to a club or pub or something…. but ended up getting too tired and went back to the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, no class, we lounged around until about 12 and then headed out. We went to Camden Town to check out the market-style shopping there. It was pretty cool. It’s the kind of place where you could find some really cool stuff for cheap if you took the time to look. We were there for a few hours until it started raining and then headed back.  One highlight of Camden was their freshly made waffles with fondue chocolate drizzled over them. Mmm they were good- we all got one… but pretty much wanted to puke when we were done.  It was definitely worth it though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to dinner at Leicester Square and then came back again. The internet didn’t work all day, which was really annoying, but it seems to be limping along a little bit right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the free trip/tour to Stonehenge and Bath. I’ll be sure to take pictures- this way dad, when you put up a Stonehenge picture as your computer background you can say that someone you know actually took it! Hopefully my photography skills will match up to those of the windows screensaver man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now. I will try to post pictures tomorrow when I get back!!! I am very excited to go see Stonehenge and Bath, but very UN-excited to be getting up at 7am to do so.  I will most likely be up tomorrow morning before you people even go to bed! Just think of me when you are snuggling all warm and comfy in your beds- I will most likely be tired, cold, and cranky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I just tried for the past half hour to post pictures but its not working =( Probably because the stupid internet is dying. Oh well...I'll try tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-7977462158050004502?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/7977462158050004502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-so-i-am-going-to-do-this-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7977462158050004502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/7977462158050004502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-so-i-am-going-to-do-this-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1014104808067048188</id><published>2009-01-15T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:46:47.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as I mentioned a few days ago, this week has been busy!  I have class Mon-Thurs at various times. Basically I am up by 7:30 almost everyday… its really that much fun.  The classes themselves seem like they won’t be too hard. The professor for my Shakespeare class is really funny- he cracks jokes and tells stories throughout the entire class. On Monday the class is going on a walking tour of where Shakespeare lived and wrote which should be interesting. It will be cold though, as it is by the Themes (river) and we are not leaving until 6. Apparently we will make frequent pub stops to get warm though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design class is much less entertaining. The professor is very into talking about columns and teaches us as if we are five years old… so it gets a bit boring. Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday after class we ended up going to the Imperial College pub after dinner. This was meant to be an attempt to meet British people… however, apparently every other American in the area had the same idea- it was probably 80% FIE kids there… Melissa and I however did end up meeting to Londoners.  We were on our way back from getting a beer when we were accosted by an English guy attempting (quite badly I might add) to speak as if he were from Alabama. It was definitely entertaining.  He and his friend, Joe and John apparently, bought us a drink and invited us to sit at their table.  Over the hour we were there, I’m pretty sure they insulted America every way possible- in a stereotypical (yet really funny) way. Everything from politics (they wanted to talk about the Govenator…), accent (harsh, yet endearing…however that works), to rules (they did not understand whyy you could get a ticket for jay-walking if we lived in a supposedly free country)- it was all discussed, sometimes with a very bad Alabama accent.  It was an entertaining night. Unfortunately, all they had going for them was their accents.  One was tall and balding, the other cute, but hairy to a wolf man status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had class at 9.  After class, and a failed attempt at a nap (for various reasons…), Melissa, Jenna, and I decided to roam London. We went to Piccadilly Circus (a shopping area of sorts), Leicester Square, Trafalgar Square, Westminster Abbey, Westminster Bridge, and back again.  We pretty much just walked and hit things as we went- ending up going in a giant circle.  After, that we went to get dinner and them home.  Then showered and went out again.  FIE got us free tickets to a show class “We Will Rock You” which is a musical featuring all of the music from queen. It was actually pretty cool- the plot line could have used a little work maybe, but I knew most of the music so it was fun. After that we took the tube home, and finally went to bed. It was a very very long day.  I think I might be getting sick =( I’m not sure though, it could just be that I’m tired…I guess I’ll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we all have class at 1-4.  Tonight is the official welcome event from FIE so we are going tp go to that- it should be fun! I’ll let you know how it all turns out. Right now, I need to go eat and get ready for class. I’ll talk to you all later! I hope everything is going good. I miss yoU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8inmkRfCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Nm86m_LVLxI/s1600-h/n7304082_33008827_2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8inmkRfCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Nm86m_LVLxI/s320/n7304082_33008827_2040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291486150946552866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from Westminster Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8incwOm8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vnioUahz7TM/s1600-h/n7304082_33008800_4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8incwOm8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vnioUahz7TM/s320/n7304082_33008800_4978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291486148312341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild Horse statue in Piccadilly Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjqUVrUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xuasi1yMbS8/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjqUVrUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xuasi1yMbS8/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482784699100482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjWfTYeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iqz1Wq1Kl3w/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjWfTYeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iqz1Wq1Kl3w/s320/IMG_3272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482779376378338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Ben and House of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjPyb_TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D0mfGROwJgI/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fjPyb_TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D0mfGROwJgI/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482777577585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the four giant lions in Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fivzIYbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hA_LJGOL6Jo/s1600-h/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fivzIYbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hA_LJGOL6Jo/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482768990560690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fiXgjYNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9HQ5-pNa2uY/s1600-h/s7304082_33008844_7184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8fiXgjYNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9HQ5-pNa2uY/s320/s7304082_33008844_7184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482762470187218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Queen musical... I don't know why the picture came out so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1014104808067048188?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1014104808067048188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-as-i-mentioned-few-days-ago-this.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1014104808067048188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1014104808067048188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-as-i-mentioned-few-days-ago-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SW8inmkRfCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Nm86m_LVLxI/s72-c/n7304082_33008827_2040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-8873914603825347158</id><published>2009-01-14T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:03:06.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The frequency of Blog Updates (or Lackthereof in somepeoples opinions...)</title><content type='html'>To Whom It May Concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frequency of which this blog is updated is directly related a) how much I've done, b) how much free time I have, and c) how fast the internet decides to work. I must actually do something before I can post something! So, not to worry, I am going to fill you impatient people in on my life-adventures as soon as I can. I was originally planning on posting a big one right now...but I'm tired and have decided that it is bedtime. Sooo, you will just have to wait a little bit longer.  Although chances are you won't have even woke up yet when I actually do end up post something. So there you have it. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-8873914603825347158?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/8873914603825347158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/frequency-of-blog-updates-or.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8873914603825347158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/8873914603825347158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/frequency-of-blog-updates-or.html' title='The frequency of Blog Updates (or Lackthereof in somepeoples opinions...)'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4959010667032748866</id><published>2009-01-13T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:58:35.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: when sleeping in a bed that is not large (i.e. a queen) or in a bed that has a wall next to it, one must remember to be careful when rolling over. If care is not taken, one of two things can happen, a) you fall off said bed and onto the floor or b) you hit your face and forehead on the wall, waking up in a horribly unpleasant (and slightly painful way). I personally experienced option b. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from injuring myself whilst sleeping things have been good.  Yesterday classes started (crap! This really isn’t a vacation… I was really hoping all this time…). I am taking three classes: the History of Modern Design, Shakespeare and Elizabethan Lit, and British Life and Culture.  All of the professors seem really nice. Each class is three hours long and twice a week… so by the end of the day, most people feel a trip to the pub is quite necessary! All of the classes are going to include various field trips (done on class time) to historic places around London.  It will be a great way to learn more about the city while getting class credit for it in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t able to do much yesterday besides class, as I was not done until 8. I do believe we are going to attempt to make a visit to the Imperial College student pub tonight to see if we can meet some of the locals. It should be interesting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t taken any pictures since Sunday, so nothing new to post… I’m sure more will be coming.  After tonight, almost everyday this week is booked.  Tomorrow is some sort of concert that FIE got everyone free tickets to, Thursday night is an official welcome event, and Saturday we are signed up for a day trip to Stonehenge and Bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now! Talk to you all soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I hate all of you people and your stupid 70 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS- When I said update me on what is going on, I meant update me with stories of interesting things that you are doing and what not. As much as I appreciate hearing about your eating schedule, I was actually hoping for something slightly more riveting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4959010667032748866?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4959010667032748866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self-when-sleeping-in-bed-that.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4959010667032748866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4959010667032748866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self-when-sleeping-in-bed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1058454359532791402</id><published>2009-01-11T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:56:58.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all are enjoying your 70 degree weather… think of me when you are sitting out in the sun and how I am wearing 18 layers of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of today was pretty busy. Melissa and I got up at nine and took the tube to South Kensington (not too far…) to go to church at the Brompton Oratory. The Oratory is huge! We almost got lost on our way there, but a very nice old gentleman asked us where we were going, told us that’s where he was going too, and then gave us direction! We were only a block away from it. The church is right next door to the Victoria and Albert Museum and the Museum of Natural history.  We went into the Natural History first. It was quite crowded outside, probably because there was an ice rink set up. We got a little bit bored fairly quickly with all the dinosaurs once we were in the museum… so we walked to the V&amp;amp;A Museum.  The museums are reeeally big, so there wasn’t any chance of seeing it all in one day.  But they are also conveniently free, so no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the museum, we walked down the street to Harrod’s.  I can’t really think of an American equivalent to this store… maybe Bloomingdale’s, meets Neiman Marcus, meets Tiffany’s? It seriously has EVERYTHING. Of course, most of it cost more than small house…but it was still fun to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished there, it was about 3.  We headed back to Gloucester Road to hit up Sainsbury’s on the way home to get some food for the week.  When we actually made it back to the room, we were all so exhausted from all the walking that a nap was in order.  The plan was to take a short nap, then go to the Gloucester Arms pub for dinner.  We realized that plan was void when we woke up from our nap a short…. FIVE hours after we had gone to bed. Yes, it is now ten o’clock, I just woke up from a nights sleep basically, and missed dinner! Hahah we really need to get on a better sleeping schedule…this happened on a smaller scale yesterday as well.  We are never going to meet any English boys if all we do is sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don’t think anything else exciting is going to happen tonight.  Classes start tomorrow (yes, I am actually going to school, not just taking an extended vacation!) so I am going to try to go to bed early. We’ll see how that goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from today and yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp4nJV72KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vv8b_WWD1HQ/s1600-h/IMG_3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp4nJV72KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vv8b_WWD1HQ/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173326218221730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa in front of the Brompton Oratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp4mcccKJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w6QH7_HXbxo/s1600-h/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp4mcccKJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w6QH7_HXbxo/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173314165909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ceiling in the Victoria and Albert museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1K_JnrvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LaDR4zFXOfM/s1600-h/n7102721_32510772_2787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1K_JnrvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LaDR4zFXOfM/s320/n7102721_32510772_2787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290169543910993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cafeteria at Harrod's. Pretty ordinary, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1KQuS6kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jCWCugJOuzc/s1600-h/n7304082_32996285_9837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1KQuS6kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jCWCugJOuzc/s320/n7304082_32996285_9837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290169531448355394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My shiny new PHONE! Skype anytime you want, and it will ring on there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1KejWjuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZmLxvYp-Li8/s1600-h/n500426063_1932760_6427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp1KejWjuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZmLxvYp-Li8/s320/n500426063_1932760_6427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290169535160553186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow on my jacket yesterday...not too much, but just enough to make things quite chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1058454359532791402?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1058454359532791402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-you-all-are-enjoying-your-70.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1058454359532791402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1058454359532791402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-you-all-are-enjoying-your-70.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWp4nJV72KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vv8b_WWD1HQ/s72-c/IMG_3201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-5334632065034401898</id><published>2009-01-10T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:53:01.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjGNZKFk8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FkmFm0F1kgA/s1600-h/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjGNZKFk8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FkmFm0F1kgA/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289695695740441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Protesters beginning to march past Hyde Park. Things looked like they were gonna get craazy so we left in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDgFniyUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Zu5Icc9oh9Y/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDgFniyUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Zu5Icc9oh9Y/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692718377912642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birds sitting on a sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDfrnictI/AAAAAAAAADg/nyd_s5DW_uw/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDfrnictI/AAAAAAAAADg/nyd_s5DW_uw/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692711398568658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swans in the park sitting in the frozen grass. They pretty, but slightly intimidating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDfWAgUHI/AAAAAAAAADY/1E4YP77oCyw/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDfWAgUHI/AAAAAAAAADY/1E4YP77oCyw/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692705597706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sorry looking group trying to act interested in what the tour guide was saying even though we were mainly focused on the fact that it was SNOWING. yes, snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDewuPtRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GstYe8XV3Wg/s1600-h/IMG_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDewuPtRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GstYe8XV3Wg/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692695589008658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm c-c-c-cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDeu23O4I/AAAAAAAAADI/xc3lkAua0SM/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjDeu23O4I/AAAAAAAAADI/xc3lkAua0SM/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692695088282498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The park looks completely different when the suns not out. Pretty in an eerie sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCTQ4n4lI/AAAAAAAAADA/KY_XVbBJ8n8/s1600-h/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCTQ4n4lI/AAAAAAAAADA/KY_XVbBJ8n8/s320/IMG_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691398552412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow on my jacket! It was only 26 degrees out... and we were on a walking tour. It was actually kind of fun =) Mostly because us SCU kiddies don't often go for walks where it randomly starts to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCS9Z2qZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7g_vuZ6C3Ak/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCS9Z2qZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7g_vuZ6C3Ak/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691393323084178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna and Melissa showing me their "it's really cold" faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCSWZlJ6I/AAAAAAAAACw/g0HM6_sNALQ/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCSWZlJ6I/AAAAAAAAACw/g0HM6_sNALQ/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691382852954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCSDSYuII/AAAAAAAAACo/_nfxcZlIXgU/s1600-h/IMG_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjCSDSYuII/AAAAAAAAACo/_nfxcZlIXgU/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691377722505346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All bundled up during the tour this morning- Melissa, me, and Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-5334632065034401898?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/5334632065034401898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/protesters-beginning-to-march-past-hyde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/5334632065034401898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/5334632065034401898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/protesters-beginning-to-march-past-hyde.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWjGNZKFk8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FkmFm0F1kgA/s72-c/IMG_3193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-28355970986865180</id><published>2009-01-09T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:54:00.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Not to Freeze While Walking Through the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd_ajMlv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/mRvpmHfU6G8/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd_ajMlv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/mRvpmHfU6G8/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289336381471309730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, we did in fact end up going for a stroll. We walked down Queens Gate Terrace (our street) to Gloucester Road to Hyde Park (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyde_Park,_London), stopping frequently and extremely tourist-like to take pictures. It was actually pretty sunny out so everything was very scenic looking and picturesque. Here are a few of the better shots I got. Enjoy yourself while I go attempt to thaw my frozen frozen face and ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-yf-962I/AAAAAAAAACY/Tjpyzhkq32s/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-yf-962I/AAAAAAAAACY/Tjpyzhkq32s/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289335693414099810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             (The streets conveniently tell you which way to look. Very helpful for not dying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-x00OCaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1I3cANALQvY/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-x00OCaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1I3cANALQvY/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289335681826294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-xfvnvjI/AAAAAAAAACI/E5etce2wyEU/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd-xfvnvjI/AAAAAAAAACI/E5etce2wyEU/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289335676169862706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           (Looking through the gate of Kensington Palace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9qDEtnoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fJeBAifhIf0/s1600-h/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9qDEtnoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fJeBAifhIf0/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334448702987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       (It is very verry  cold out. So cold the pond is frozen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9p0SH_bI/AAAAAAAAABw/T923_IBdpTE/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9p0SH_bI/AAAAAAAAABw/T923_IBdpTE/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334444732710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      (Pictures from inside Kensington Gardens/Hyde Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9pXpIJdI/AAAAAAAAABo/GbLAI9JVxzc/s1600-h/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9pXpIJdI/AAAAAAAAABo/GbLAI9JVxzc/s320/IMG_3105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334437044561362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9o322QRI/AAAAAAAAABg/i2xCVycOQvU/s1600-h/IMG_3109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd9o322QRI/AAAAAAAAABg/i2xCVycOQvU/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334428512174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7bFXJlHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y-Upw_vmZk8/s1600-h/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7bFXJlHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y-Upw_vmZk8/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331992595895410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7bqOopdI/AAAAAAAAABY/epvDkvGYWO0/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7bqOopdI/AAAAAAAAABY/epvDkvGYWO0/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289332002492294610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7aRIT_KI/AAAAAAAAABA/iijJkO91kwU/s1600-h/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7aRIT_KI/AAAAAAAAABA/iijJkO91kwU/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331978575019170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 (What you see from the front door of Metrogate (the dorm))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7alPXYgI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEHtuUk2Y6s/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd7alPXYgI/AAAAAAAAABI/dEHtuUk2Y6s/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331983973310978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     (Self explanatory...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2MwCSENI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ypmxExq0_vg/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2MwCSENI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ypmxExq0_vg/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326248794919122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                          (View from out the window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2NSj55JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HPx99aPiZxA/s1600-h/IMG_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2NSj55JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HPx99aPiZxA/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326258062746770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My Bed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2MRFEurI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tQ3Mekxb4bY/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd2MRFEurI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tQ3Mekxb4bY/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326240485128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                  (All three beds- Melissa, Jenna, Me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-28355970986865180?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/28355970986865180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-not-to-freeze-while-walking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/28355970986865180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/28355970986865180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-not-to-freeze-while-walking.html' title='Trying Not to Freeze While Walking Through the Park'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SWd_ajMlv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/mRvpmHfU6G8/s72-c/IMG_3086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-3881737276770956855</id><published>2009-01-09T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:50:12.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 2</title><content type='html'>Well, it’s day two.  It was a nice and warm 27 degrees out this morning when we walked to Starbucks (for some much needed coffee) before heading to the first orientation meeting.  I was feeling much less zombie-like than yesterday…but I have a feeling that I’m going to crash around 3 or 4, possibly due to the fact that I was wide awake at four o’clock this morning London time.  I think we are going to take a walk in a little bit and try to map out and get familiar with the area- I’ll try to take some pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was short but very informative, basically telling us everything to expect. It seems like we are going to have a very busy quarter. Fun facts I learned today: pepper spray is considered a fire arm in the UK and you can get arrested for using/carrying it, ambulance rides are free (although they get angry if you call them for anything other than emergencies…no joyriding allowed), and most importantly you must look RIGHT first before crossing the road or you WILL get hit by a car.  Stupid British drivers driving on the wrong side of the road…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, a few of us went to the store, Sainsbury, to get some food/groceries to bring back to the room.  It’s so weird seeing all the foreign brands! Differences I noticed between Sainsbury and Safeway: well for starters, you cannot understand ANYTHING they say over the intercom/announcer even though they claim to be speaking English. Eggs are not refrigerated. They have 4% and .0% milk. And, they label their aisles according to how healthy the food is, even going to far as to have signs they say healthy, healthier, or healthiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s pretty much all for now.  Not sure what the plans are for later tonight, but I do believe they are going to include going out to dinner to eat some non-English food (because English food is generally gross) and checking out a Pub or two.  Hopefully I’ll make it past 7 o’clock today =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-3881737276770956855?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/3881737276770956855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3881737276770956855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/3881737276770956855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2.html' title='DAY 2'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-2591457528602060625</id><published>2009-01-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:15:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problem with going to bed at 6:00pm is.... you wake up nice and energized at 3AM!!! haha I'm on my way to orientation right now...more info to come later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-2591457528602060625?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/2591457528602060625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-with-going-to-bed-at-600pm-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2591457528602060625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/2591457528602060625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-with-going-to-bed-at-600pm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-1757142778499383909</id><published>2009-01-08T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:22:35.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a foggy day in London town</title><content type='html'>Day 1: Airport, taxi, and LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an eventful day thus far.  Actually I guess it would be more accurate to say it has been an inordinately long day, as in two days made into one.  I left yesterday, arrived today, and have not gone to bed since Tuesday.  It’s safe to assume I’m a tiny bit tired. Tired as in if I close my eyes I lose consciousness. But its okay if I fall asleep, even though its only five o’clock- I brought an alarm clock! I plugged it in to see if it would work and viola! When I closed my eyes and dozed off for a few moments I awoke to the smell of sizzling wires. It was the death of my alarm clock that woke me up…apparently an adaptor is not enough; I needed to use the converter thing as well. Oh well, I guess if I ever want to be late for something I have a really good excuse now: my alarm clock got fried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else of crucial importance is coming to mind at the moment. I think I am going to call it a night…even though its only 6. Living the dream here. Well, I’ll get to that part eventually…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-1757142778499383909?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/1757142778499383909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-foggy-day-in-london-town.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1757142778499383909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/1757142778499383909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-foggy-day-in-london-town.html' title='Its a foggy day in London town'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44186763341932654.post-4557541897369335688</id><published>2009-01-06T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:35:14.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing the blog'/><title type='text'>Testing.... RABBIT TALES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Wonderful Things We’ve Done in 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Family, Friends, Loved Ones, Acquaintances, Neighbors, Strangers, Enemies, and People We Really Don’t Like Yet Still Send Christmas Cards To,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seasons Greetings! Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah! Happy New Years! And most importantly…HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Oh wait, I mean MERRY Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What a year this has been. What a year.  Strangely, I’m having problems remembering what actually occurred over the past twelve months… but I think that’s just old age setting in early, as I am sure this year was in fact spectacular.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me begin at the beginning, the place where most things truly begin.  January 1st, 2008.  I don’t really recall what happened that day, but it was the day that our year began, making it an important day. That day was the prelude to all of the magnificent things that transpired around the Jensen family in 2008.  In this letter I am going to compile a witty, non-bragging, heartwarming letter for your perusal, based on the wonderful things we’ve done in 2008. Word by word, line by line, person by person, I am going to prove to all that we are truly the best, most valiant, brave, long-suffering, happy, sad, and overall extraordinary family you can come across anywhere in the world (except maybe the Eskimos in the Arctic because they are supposed to be pretty cool. I wouldn’t know though, as I’ve never been there. Too cold for my tastes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This year was a busy year for Bill Jensen Sr.  Life can be pretty challenging when you have four amazing children, a beautiful wife, a cuddly dog, and four fluffy cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bill started his new job and is loving all the money. The influx in cash this year is truly amazing. We are considering selling the house to buy a boat and sail around the world. Bill proudly attended every one of Raph’s football games this year and filmed each one.  He even went to the awards night where he received honors for his filming skills and commitment to the team.  Plans for Bill to assume position as coach next year are underway.  Just as long as he pays attention to what is going on during the game and is able to answer questions from reporters we think he will do a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Katie has had a real good year as well. She got to use her degree and talents at a fine art gallery where she was the designer until the economy gave the gallery a slap in the batoot-toot. Since the incident (where we no longer refer to the gallery as Peabody, but instead have dubbed it Poobody), she has been keeping busy with her design work, volunteering for the church, and needy causes (Adam’s Christmas card). She has enjoyed having a bit of time off to create a home and food for her children and husband like a good wife. Katie has found a new love in listening to audio books while walking the streets of Los Altos. She is staunch Team Jacob member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In April, Billy returned home from his stay in LA. We missed him a lot, and dad is really enjoying having someone else home whom he can give job applications to! He is currently working at a tech company where he enjoys a leisurely schedule and a good paycheck.  His boss, Bonnie, is a wonderful woman who lets Billy have as many computers as he wants.  This is the kind of job he has always dreamed of. Who could say no to eight computers and monitors of for one person? Just think of all the wires!!!  Billy has also upgraded his WoW Bluebird, Shakira (named after Shakira), to a super high level. Yesterday he learned how to fly through a forest, or city, or something like that. It was very exciting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rosie, on the other hand is a person we all need to pray for.  While her year has been really great, just like everyone else in our family, because we are all incredible people, she has a serious problem, which I will describe in detail in a moment.  First let me say Rosie has been slaving away working full time. She has saved 10 thousand dollars for her wedding.  That money, however, is scheduled to make a quick pit stop to slim down at a Gym known as dad’s bank account.  Her wedding is on course for the summer of 2017.  We are all very excited to begin planning.  On a more serious note, Rosie has been having horrible visions every night. We are not sure if it is because she is some sort of prophet, or if the room is haunted, but either way, a man in black visits her every night and often times tries to kill Gabby.  Rosie, the wonderfully brave individual that she is, risks her own life every night to rescue her cherished sister.  Last week she saw a mustached man strangling poor darling Gabby, and Rosie, the brave brave woman, pounced on him while he was on top of Gabby and forcibly attempted to release his hold on the sleeping girl. It turns out that he had already gotten away and she was in fact attacking Gabby. Nonetheless we are all so happy someone is the room to wake Gabby up every night when the man arrives. Who knows what he would do if she did not start shrieking at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gabby is back in school after her yearlong sabbatical. She is currently living in a wonderful cozy little college house (aka Paradise) with one of her closest high school friends and a whole group of wonderful girls (and boys).  The house is amazing, especially in the way that all of the people work together to clean and cook with each other. They are a really great group of people.  Gabby is extremely excited to be traveling abroad next semester. Mom ordered enough medication for her to be exceptionally happy throughout the entire trip.  She will most likely be checking into a rehab facility immediately upon her return to the states.  Gabby will be staying in England for 3 months and will have to learn English before she goes.  She is hoping to marry a prince or duke whilst traveling. There is the possibility that she will not be coming back if this is the case. We wish her luck in all of her future endeavors and hope that if she does not come back, we can continue getting a steady supply of Vicodin and narcotics from her neurologist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Little Raphy has had a wonderful year as well.  Raph got a C in Physics and dad gave him a high five (no D’s? sweet!). Father is very proud that he was one of 3 seniors at Saint Francis who made first team all league (this means he was basically the best guy on the team, which was already obvious). Raph is in a relationship with Allywishous. She is very sweet.  Raph is also considering changing his name to Earl Elmer.  This way no one will call him Ralph anymore, and as a nickname we can call him Elmer Fud. If all goes according to plan, Raph will be attending the University of Organ, in Oregon.  It is a great school that specializes in organ donations.  We are all very excited for him.  He is planning on setting up extensive video conferencing in his new dorm room and classrooms, so we can all still do his homework for him while he is away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kevin has been working tirelessly pursuing his degree in Civil Engineering all the while maintaining a busy work schedule at Apple. He is also studying his first year in the RCIA program and, if he doesn’t miss any more classes, will be welcomed into our Church next Easter (2010). He is very proud to call himself a Caterpillar Human (Caterhuman for short). Sister Rochene has become a wonderful mentor for him. He especially loves her very short homilies.  Rosie made him a good deed jar this advent and it currently presides with 2 good deeds in it. Not to worry we still have 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pippin returned to life, miracle style, on Rosie’s birthday. It was truly amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hurbs has been dealing with his allergies in a heroic fashion. He hardly runs when we get out the eardrops and he tries not to wake us up every night. He needs to work on his pee schedule a little as her prefers to wait to be let out until the moment when I snuggle in my bed for sleep.  He is also putting in a valiant effort not to eat children- he truly is a tough little hero!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Through all of this wonderfulness, we did get a bit lazy this year where the Christmas Tree is concerned.  No one wanted to get it because it has been inordinately cold lately and we were afraid of getting frostbite.  Finally we broke down and picked out the perfect tree… yet underestimated our finances, which resulted in paying for the tree with Mom’s homeless quarter bombs.  Little did she know when she wrapped them up with love, prayers, and care, that it would be her own chillins’ who would eagerly unravel them in hopes of buying a tree for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Overall, this year really has been great. We are all happy and looking forward to our Christmas gifts this year (Billy came up with an ingenious $6 plan! $1 for a shirt, $0.50 for socks, $2 for pants, $2 for shoes, and $0.50 for a candy bar!! We applaud his ingenuity and frugality!) Our pool even has Merry Christmas/Hairy Christmas written into the algae! We are truly blessed people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope this letter finds all of you well, even though I’m sure you are not doing as good as us.  But try not to be jealous; it’s really not our fault that God loves us more than everyone else in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LOVE and KISSES,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;THE JENSENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/44186763341932654-4557541897369335688?l=hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/feeds/4557541897369335688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-rabbit-tales.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4557541897369335688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/44186763341932654/posts/default/4557541897369335688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsgoestolondon.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-rabbit-tales.html' title='Testing.... RABBIT TALES'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14234549042830854158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03QzEyjMWQk/SsWWo_b2jXI/AAAAAAAAATA/pAibf1APqnE/S220/Photo+128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
