Ah, class

First day of class.  Sorry if I confused anyone, but my busy Wednesday's start next week.  I woke up a little after ten, "early" for me :s  just sat around in my room most of the morning.  I made a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.  I am not a big fan of having to buy my own food when I'm a "poor" college student in London.  Not a good idea.  I have to make a bread run soon.  Or I just won't make anything with bread for a while.  It's a good thing we're leaving on Friday for the weekend, but then I have to actually eat out.  Yikes.  I had my first class of the semester at two in the conference room.  I went down early to see if Mark was in his office but he was not in.  I need more proof for the UK Border Agency so I don't have trouble getting into the country in March.  Hopefully something can be worked out.  I got to class early and helped the teacher, Elizabeth, set up, there are 18 kids in the Art in London course, that's the maximum.  It's a good thing we won't be back in the conference room, it was so packed full.  For the rest of the semester we will be headed to different museums and galleries around London.  Should be fun.  Classes are going to be quite long, at least three hours.  Which I think my other two classes on Wednesday's are going to be about that long.  And with traveling time...yay! 
After class I went straight to my room to get my things and off I was to Camden Road for a quick visit.  I wanted to stop back at Echoo to check out a dress that I had saw on Sunday.  It was open until seven, thank goodness.  I ended up getting two dresses :s  One for my brother's rehearsal dinner and the other, just because it was nice :)  I then went back to VH where I tried to make my supper.  I stuck a pizza in the oven checked my watch and headed back to my room.  When I came down about 10 minutes later a girl told me a fuse went out so they had to start everything over.  I'll just say that almost 45 minutes after I put my pizza in the oven, it still wasn't done.  I ate most of it though.  After supper I got to talk to my mom, Joe and then my dad later on.  It was a good evening of sitting around.  And this post is shorter than the post I wrote on the day I truly did nothing.  Oh well.  Cheers