And Then There Were Twelve...

So, I'm terribly sorry for not posting recently, but I finally got out of my illness-induced stupor and was blindsided by the crushing reality of deadlines. Yeah, I am not a big fan of homework. So, that post-Thanksgiving weekend was mostly marked by me sitting around in my pajamas, watching chick flicks and doing whatever easy homework I could (short walk in London, Who Wants to Be A Millionaire-chocolate history edition.)By the time I finally felt better, I realized that I have a fat ton of things due pretty soon. Yikes!!!!! So, I've been trying to fit fun things around my homework. Monday night, we went to go see And Then There Were None, which is my favorite Agatha Christie book EVER, and the staging was great too. I also had some fun that day just wandering around museums by myself. I really enjoy being able to do things independently.

Tuesday was marked by the Christmas lights in Trafalgar Square, which would have been cooler on a more impressive tree. Seriously, Norway gives England this tree to thank the UK for freeing them from the Nazis, and it looks like a giant Charlie Brown tree. Hearing the carols and hanging out with everybody was fun, though, and it put me in a nice Christmas mood. Wednesday, I saw most of Westminster Abbey and finally took my ride on the London Eye. That's the giant ferris wheel that was also on the Amazing Race, and you know my weakness for all things Amazing Race. Recently, I have mostly just been doing the last of Christmas shopping for my family, but it's fun.

So, what do you guys think of the nickname Libby? At least half of the people here call me that, and I've finally gotten really used to it. It almost might be weird to go back to being called Lis or Elisabeth. Ah, the fun of random nicknames.

You may ask, why eleven? The play title uses NONE, silly bean. Well, it's because I will be home in twelve days!