I've been spending a little time with a guy from my english class, who told me he was a lord- it has occurred to me that he's pulling my leg, but I'm afraid to question him for fear it will offend some sort of weird royal sensibility. Anyway he's very dry and sarcastic and calls me droll and tolerable. Mostly I want to use him to understand British politics better, I think he's the equivalent to a poli-sci/ journalism double major at GW. 

My English Lord and I avoided each other today, we are equally phobic, it looks like... but all in all it was a great Valentines Day. I went to explore Notting Hill and maybe hoped to run in to Hugh Grant falling in love with Julia Roberts, but had no such luck. I did wander around Portobello Market for hours, it was so cool: there are about 2,000 vendors on Saturdays and they all have these little tents and make everything, crepes, falafel, hotdogs, and beyond food there were really great clothing tents and a whole section of antiques and jewelry and I purchased a little clay elephants for my collection- the man who I bought if from said his friend the potter made it. 

Then I met up with friends to go see Vicki Cristina Barcelona- which I loved but also thought was missing something in its characterization of american women- haha Woody Allen still doesn't get it... maybe even less than he used to. Anyway, it was very funny, and Javier Barden is crazy hot, suddenly I understand Morgann's obsession.

I think my next stop is Kensington Palace.