Ok,
so my Dad left this morning (I will create another post about that soon but I'll just yell a quick 'thanks' to my Dad here - you are brilliant) and I have entered the American world. I've moved 'Across the Pond' as it is said.

So what have I experienced since Dad has gone? A lot. A rather large amount.

I have roommates! Finally! FINALLY! And guess what? They are amazing! First I met Joanna. She is lovely. So sweet and she likes Vampire Diaries! Brilliant! Someone to get hyper with during Ian Smolderholders beautiful acting scenes. She had lots of friends who popped round too.

Later in the evening I met Laura and her parents. She was lovely too! So happy and bubbly. We chatted for ages and I felt I got to really know her in about two hours. It is brilliant. I couldn't have asked for better roommates or 'suite mates' as Laura call us (it sounds a lot classier that way, right?).

As of yet the mysterious Caitlin hasn't shown up, but I am sure she will soon and will be just as lovely.

I can't drink. It is a bit bizarre. I don't mind. I honestly hold the strong feeling that people do not need drink to have fun. However, when other people are drunk and making friends using the
 'Dutch courage' British students know all too well, you start to really miss that slight bit of confidence (especially when previously in the day, your English friends have sent you drunken tweets of your male friend wearing a dress - these English friends are all a few years younger than me but can drink easily back at home, it is so bizarre).

Mikey and I (another friend from good old Warwick) hung around and at first, felt slightly out of place: some people were drunk and others all knew each other from previous days. And there was Mikey and me. We met a few lovely people from Finland and Sweden. They were really nice and we were invited into their room to socialise and get to meet a range of new people. It was lovely to find out all about their lives.

 After a rather awkward mixer party, Mikey and I left in search of my roommates, to see if any had returned from their night activities. We met Laura and her Mum (another really lovely person) on the way back. We went to the apartment and chatted away for a while before something bizarre happened.

The girls across the corridor from me marched into the room.
"Do you want a drink?"

Mikey and I looked at each other before being literally pulled into the next room. We were handed shots and a bottle of 'Mist'. Brief introductions took place before Mikey and I were told to down the shots along with the mixer or 'chaser', as the lovely Australian girl called it, before being frog marched out of the room to join the dancing mixer again. It was very strong stuff...or maybe I am a lightweight. Mikey and I didn't stay long at the mixer. We found Laura and returned to meet our lovely friends from Finland and Sweden in their friend's apartment. I saw my first authentic red cup which was pretty cool . They were drinking out of them. I didn't drink, however, because I a) didn't have an alcohol because in America I am not of age and b) the vodka was still running through my bloodstream,.

It was a fun evening, if not a little nerve wracking. We just kind of chatted and sat down. It was great but I am going to admit, I suddenly realised that British students probably drink so much during Freshers because they are desperate to make friends. That is the main reason. They want to make friends. And sometimes everyone needs a bit of dutch courage (apparently that's how many I-students have bonded during the week whilst I was out with Dad)

Now some of you may been asking what the title to this post is referring to. Well. When I mentioned before that I was sent a picture of my male mate in a dress. That male was Will. When i burst out laughing and showed my new roommate the picture of Will on my phone, she asked me to repeat 'William' because apparently it sounded amazing when I said it. Finally! Someone who likes my accent! Someone who fits the stereotype. I was told that Americans love our accent but I have not yet experienced this flow of love...until today. I was asked to repeat 'William' continually, and everyone thinks it is adorable that I call University 'Uni'. Furthermore, when I was asking for the bin, everyone thought I was asking for 'Ben' and couldn't understand why I needed him for my room to be tidy. It confused quite a lot of people.

These are just a few insights into my day today, I assure you I have a lot more but till then...Toodaloo!
Love x



Also if you are interested, I have a new video which I completed last week:-