Friday, 8 February 2013

My First (Almost) Two Weeks

I want to start off by saying if anyone randomly found this blog by googling weird shit, this is in no way related to  'Alexis Does Texas.' I am just your run of the mill white girl blogging about what I am doing for the next six months in London.

I decided to start a blog of my adventures here in London because if you know me, you know most of the time I can barely manage to keep my mouth shut. SOOO since I haven't made friends that will actually listen to me talk about nonsense for 5 hours straight, I had to find someway to 'talk' about my day to day activities. And I think some people will actually be interested in what I am doing across the pond (I am talking to you Aunt Colleen)

Dont take anything I say on here seriously. Also Mom, Dad, family, and if any little kids happen to be reading this ( just turned three, you should be reading by the time I get home) sorry I cuss but its going to happen. I will try to not say the F word but if i do ill grade school it and use f***. I will try not to talk about how often I get drunk. It will probably seem like I am complaining a lot but really I am not....its all in good fun. And don't worry about my will almost never be correct, most days I can barely manage to write my own name.

So I got here on Monday the 29th and somehow made in into my student accommodation with my 4 very large 50 pound suitcases all with the help of the nice Indian man who drove me from the airport. Luckily I had called ahead to demand a larger car because I knew there was no way my ass and all my luggage was going to fit in one those little things they like to call cars over here. So anyways I made it in and it took me all of two days to unpack and find places to put all of my stuff. The three drawers they provide barely fit my bras so most of my clothes are folded NEATLY on this like book case shelving thing. Anyway my room is chilling....its in a 4 person flat. I currently only have two roommates, one is a 19 year old German girl...only seen her twice. The other is a 30 year old man 'working on his masters' not quite sure how they let people like that into student accomodations. Nice guy though.
When I got here I made friends with the other roommate who is a Danish girl but she had planned to move to a cheaper place so she left but we are still friends.

My second day in I was getting like actually worried sick of the thought that I had no idea how the hell to manage the 'tube' considering the only times I have used public transportation are to get to cardinal games and this one time I got my license taken away because I forgot to pay speeding tickets and my mom would drop me off at the Metro in Clayton so I could get to work downtown....that was like 3 years ago though so I don't really remember it.  But my Danish friend said she would take me and help me find my school which is 5 stops away on the tube in Holborn. I am in Holloway (for now...more on that later) So then we went on like a little day adventure and she showed me some cool places that are not for tourists and we went to some mall.....I am not really sure how we ended up there but we did and now I have no idea where it is. Main point of this story is that I had spent all day with this girl and we were like BFFS and I had no idea what her name was so on the train home I VERY smoothly asked to see her like oyster train student pass since I knew it would say her name, problem is....shes foreign. Her name was Nanna. Seems pretty easy but I didnt want to start calling her my nana. I just waited till the man we live with said it right.

I started school this week I made friends with this girl named Emma, I think we will be besties. Also  there was this British guy who I became 'friends' with....I think it was because he was the loudest person in the room and looked like he knew what he talking about.  He is hilarious...he has lived in London his whole life and is the walking stereotype, horrible teeth and thick accent, half the time I have no idea what he is saying because they use different words over here. Not like the ones you are thinking like 'oh the loo' or 'im going to smoke a fag' but shit I literally cant explain. My favorite being all girls are called birds...I think thats hilarious. I am sure he has no idea what I am saying when Im like 'yeah Ill probs be there in like a min'

I decided I was moving, not that I don't like this place, but I dont. For starters the 'ensuite bathroom' they described is a little more like a porta potty with a very small shower in it. The other day I bent down to shave my legs and my ass pushed the shower door out and then I was like basically just sitting on the toilet. I know from traveling to Europe before that everything is like smaller here but seriously. And the british kid from class told me the area I was living in was a shithole and no one would ever have a reason to come out there and "nice" prostitutes frequent the area. Thats all I need to hear to call up my Mom and Dad and ask them if I could move, almost doubling my rent price. YIKES.
I am moving next week into a studio, but its still a student accommodation...apparently like half of University of Iowa lives there. So I'll probably meet an American farmer while studying abroad in London.
My new place is small, but a lot nicer and the bathroom is a lot bigger..thank god. The best part is it's in a really cool part of town called Russell Square and its less than half a mile away from my school so I can walk to school everyday. The coolness of taking the tube everyday has kind of worn off.

So this weekend I am going out with Emma, I'll tell you all about it on Monday. Also next week I am going to have my first tourist day because I still haven't even seen Big Ben or the London Bridge since I have been here
Have a great weekend everyone (the three people reading this) Love you and miss you all.

Since I know the first two (maybe only) reading this will be my sister and Samantha...give Addison and Adeline and Bennett a kiss for me.

I forgot to say this so I had to come back and add it or else I wouldnt have felt right. For those wondering  I did not abandon my sweet Jax in America. He is living with my Mom till I come back and is being treated like a king. I felt like a horrible dog mother that I didnt even mention him but dont worry, we often facetime or skype.

ps if you actually read the whole thing.... my next post wont be this long, I just had so much to talk about.

Love you,
Alexis (The Fancy Yancey)


  1. very funny, you didnt have to go to the UK to meet an American Farmer, i know plenty of lonely AGRho's right here at home. when you go to london carefull. i hear it is falling down. Miss you


  2. Hey fellow "fancy" Yancey. I love that you are shareing your new adventure for all of us to stay close to you. So incredibly amused, cause I imagine you covertly observing all that is unfamiliar, then having you AHA Scrappy makes me miss you even more. So as Mom....I will get over all that makes me worry for your safety, health and heart, I will not pay attention to your foul mouth, thanks JOHN :)and I will focus on the richness of your experience and all that it is giving you for stepping out of your comfort zone. I am so proud of you.

    You were right, Jax is indeed King of Clayton. This morning on his 6am pee run, he almost captured an innoncent bunny as he took off like a torpedo across 4 yards as I quietly "screamed" for him to return from his carnevourous run.

    I look forward to your posts my sweet "bird". I love you more than I can ever express.

  3. Scrap, just wanted to make sure you were impressed that I figured out how to post comments to your blog, been trying to figure it out all morning. Have to go now, casue Adeline is coming over for Oma time, as Lauren is getting eased back into work. Love you