Day Forty-Eight:: Kensal Green Cemetery

So I am studying abroad here in London, and that means that I have to do classwork and that means that sometimes I get assignments to go to cemeteries.  Totally normal.  Actually it was my midterm, if that helps.

So I am in London and like why would I take time that I could be using doing things like finding members of One Direction (or more importantly Harry's sister, she is literally my idol, I want to be her because she is the coolest person on the planet), riding in the London Eye, taking photos in the red phone booths, or eating kebabs walking around in a field of dead bodies?

Luckily the cemeteries here are way more full of personality than the ones in the states and they have older dead people which earns major bonus points and the organization is almost non existent, further proving that the Europeans still do not understand the grid concept.  But they make up for that with the freaking mausoleums.  I want to be wealthy just so I can buy my family a big plot, build a Greco-Roman tholos and put all my dead family members in it.

Unfortunately I stepped into a mud puddle, a very typical thing of me to do, which put a significant damper on the day.  That shoe is currently trying to dry after taking a cleansing shower.

Cheers,
Kelsie