Dear Diary,
We just returned from the theatre. We saw "Blood Brothers," a play that has been running for about 19 years or so. It was good. Two brothers separated at birth, blah blah blah, then they shoot each other on accident when they are in their 20s. It's such a nice experience, going to the theatre, but in this town, afterwards you get to pile into the tube like cattle. Terribly crowded. Not a very classy feeling experience. Its like going out for a nice dinner and then having to wash the dishes afterwards.
The kids on my trip are supposed to keep a communal blog, guess who was the first person to volunteer to write an entry? well not me, the first person was this girl who volunteers to do everything first, but I was totally second. I am quite excited, but there is a lot of pressure on me because everyone knows I have a blog.
Now we have had two classes. The very terrible part is that our class meetings are for 3 and a half hours. By the end I was just in a class coma and had nothing else to contribute.
Every day outside the tube in the afternoon there is a guy giving away this newspaper for free called the "London Lite", I have always said "Nothankyou" as I walked passed him, but today I was reading one that was discarded, and I realized that all it is is human interest stories about freak accidents and celebrity gossip. I cannot believe I have been passing up this excellent opportunity to embrace another culture through literary publication. Now I know.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Last night I went to the lamest bar in the whole world. If I wanted to hang out with slutty American girls I would have stayed in Seattle and gone to Cowgirls Inc. in Pioneer square. Luckily one of my compatriots was just as miserable as I was so we split early. The most incredible part was when we left, there was a tremendous line of skanks waiting to get in! I don't understand this waiting in line to get in somewhere. I would feel like such a tool. Especially if I got in and realized that it was the lamest bar in the whole world.
For the first four weeks of our program, we only have class on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. This seems like a joke. Sometimes we have field trips on Mondays. Next week we are going to Bath on Monday. I'm not sure what's in Bath. Maybe I'll look it up with all this free time I have.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
There is a lot to say about this place. I have met a four year old that says "pardon" all the time and Pizza Hut is a fairly nice restaurant. My friend met a boy named Barnabee and went on a date with him, mostly because his name is Barnabee. We are staying in tiny rooms in a building on an extremely nice street. It's all these really nice houses that are four stories tall and very skinny. they are connected so it looks like one massive white house taking up a whole block. Flipper and I went to the natural history museum today and saw some really cool crystals. It reminded me of when I was little and bought rocks. I wanted to buy some rocks but instead I bought a stuffed glyptodon. It's a prehistoric cousin to the anteater/sloth/armadillo family. I was just telling my mom last week that I can't continue to acquire stuffed animals into my 20s and then I go and buy one just mere days later. So I'm a hypocrite. But I realized that it is entirely unnatural for me to not have any stuffed animals in my bed with me. I got lonely.
Love,
Diana