Kicking some first term ass

I have survived the first term! glory be! (begin uplifting choir music here). I haven't posted in a bit because I have been spending every free moment studying and drinking tea, sometimes even simultaneously. I gave my first british style research presentation which was nothing short of terrifying, but many of my classmates said that my american accent made it far more interesting. Erm... thanks? Was my presentation really so boring that you listened to my accent instead? No one actually enjoys and American accent. To celebrate my survival of first term I watched the royal variety show (still trying hard to be british). It featured such things as pop music, comedy, acrobats and a male ribbon ice dancer in sparkly bell bottoms. This has to be the gayest thing I have ever seen.  I walked into my friends room the other day to find his boyfriend naked in bed and empty lube packets scattered about, and that was significantly less gay then male ribbon ice dancing.