American Jellybeans and Toaster Fires (not neccessarily related)

Today is my two-class day. It was my first time meeting with the seminar for Modernity, and it is a good class. The teacher definitely knows what she's doing. She also gave me a whole stack of books to buy. Boo to that. She also was surprised at my jumping in in the middle of things since this class started last term.

Also, about five people - administrative types too - asked if I was only here for one term. I WISH that was an option! No one seems to know how things work around here >.< The Summer term seems pretty useless anyway... I for one will have already finished all of my essays : P

Since I had a really hard time getting to sleep last night, I went back to the dorm for a nap after my first class. Had a hard time sleeping then too. I hope this does not become a theme.

Second class was uninteresting except that it let out an hour early : ) I stopped by the post office to see about train tickets to London, and found out I can buy a pass for the whole day for 24 pounds that will work to get me to and from London and also on the Underground! Good deal, says I. (By the way, what's a good place to find out what kind of shows are playing in London? Anyone know?... Liiiisa? : P)

Then I stopped by the convenience store for some milk. While I was waiting in line, looking around idly, my eyes fell upon a package with an American flag on it, proudly proclaiming "American Jellybeans!" I got pretty excited and grabbed a pack. After I bought it and looked at it closer, I saw that it also said "Fruity and Crunchy!" which made me a little bit worried...

Did a bit of reading (Lord Foul's Bane is really good). Dinner was some manner of noodles and cheese from a bag (Not a pouch. Here a pouch is... like what a kangaroo has, or a fanny pack I guess. I got some weird looks when I was like "oh pasta in a pouch"...) I ate dinner with Chris, Sam, Sophie, and Phil. Sam told me that they sell some easy-to-make mexican dinners at Tesco. He knows because he is as lazy as I am when it comes to cooking. And apparantly there is a good Indian restaurant in Wivenhoe.

While all of us were making dinner, the fire alarm went off. Curses. We left our food, hoping it'd be all right, and tromped down the stairs into the cold coldness. Turns out this time there actually WAS a fire, though there is some dispute as to whether it was a toaster fire or someone was burning documents. I maintain that someone was attempting to burn documents in a toaster. Anyway, it was sorted out pretty quick, and we all went back up to see to our food.

After all of that, I got to try my fruity crunchy jellybeans. Britain lied to me again: they were not crunchy at all. But in this case, that's a good thing. These things are actually superior to most American jellybeans. Some of the flavors approach jellybelly quality... I am pleased : )

Tomorrow.... possibly laundry, possibly a trip to Tesco... I have not decided... and then, research for my first paper. Oh joy.