Day One:: LONDON HERE I COME

About three things I was certain:
1. Edward was a vampire
2. I was born in the wrong decade
3. I claim citizenship in the wrong country

However, I have recently been notified that the Flux Capacitor apparently is not real and that Back to the Future is a work of fiction, thus making it so that I can only solve the latter of my problems. So here I am, sitting on an airplane typing on my iPad in a very uncomfortable position (thanks to the lady in front of me who was very eager to use the recline feature on her seat) as I move to London for the forthcoming one hundred and six days on attempt to take the "amateur" out of my self-appointed title of "Amateur Anglophile".

So at about 7 this morning I said goodbye to my parents and miraculously I still had enough tears left to cry the entire time I was in the line for security, which will become more impressive in all your wandering minds once I tell you that I have actually been crying since approximately eight yesterday evening when I was forced (against my will) to say my final goodbye to my best friend.  In short I have been crying for more than twelve hours now. Instead of it being the screaming baby that all the passengers of this aircraft are annoyed of, it is me that receives the eye-rolling and the stink-eye.  The actual baby on this flight is sleeping peacefully.

Today marks the beginning of a massive adventure for me, and you sure as heck better believe that I will be all over Instagram bragging to all the losers at home about the fun that I am having (or at least I will do a really good job at making it look like I am having the time of my life if for some incomprehensible reason am not). For that I will either lose all my followers of gain a plethora of envious newcomers.  I am hoping for the latter as I am actually a fame-seeking wannabe. But in all seriousness I hope that this experience helps me grow (up) and I have set some goals/objectives that I will now share with you in the form of a list:

 Let (it) go.  Basically Kelsie needs to stop being so uptight.  Hopefully by dropping things more frequently than my already clumsy self does I will loosen up.
Get lost 10 times.  Basically that is a goal so that when it does (and inevitably will) happen I feel slightly less embarrassed and incapable.
Make 20 good friends.  The group I am going with has 40 people in it, so I need to convince half of them that I am really cool.
Learn how to network myself.  With my desired career path, I need to start learning how to get myself out there so I can be noticed, and if you can get noticed in London of all places I would say that you are pretty well off.
Kiss a British boy.  I am done, I am 19 freaking years old.  Not having my first kiss is too much of a burden, it is time.

In short, you will never hear me say I am "across the pond" because I don't wanna sound like a loser tourist, but I will sure as heck will spend 83% of my time trying to acquire an English accent, because (as mentioned earlier) I am just one massive wannabe.

Also, I didn't welcome my cheesy blog to the blogging world because I feel that I am better than that, but do know that I do in fact recognise how cliche it is that I am doing this.  For that reason I will try to make this blog more exciting and insightful through my highly evident sarcasm and wit.

PEACE OUT.

xoxoxoxoxxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoooooooooooxxxxxxxxxxxooxoxoxo,
Kelsie