I don’t want to jinx it or anything, but I have been actually enjoying the gym lately…? I swear this is actually Mollie I have not been kidnapped.

Early in the semester, I took a boxing class at my gym for fun and enjoyed it more than I thought I would. So, I bought hot pink boxing gloves and have devoted myself to this new fixation. Twice a week, I picture things I hate on the punching bag. These include ex-boyfriends, final exams, Benjamin Netanyahu, fruit, and the Supreme Court.

Because of my deep hatred of these things, I can finally make a muscle with my arm.

Oh, pub culture… you have my heart.

Another day, Rory, Sara, Mike, and some unimportant men (Mike's friends) watched the England/Ireland Rugby match (and then Rory demanded we also watch the Arsenal Football match)

No, I didn’t know I had to wear a team color.

No, I don’t know the rules of rugby.

Yes, I am obsessed with the size of the players’ thighs.

I am obsessed with pub culture in London. The number of beers these Brits consume is monumental. I can genuinely never keep up.

Anyway

Eden, Yaz, Susana, Noa, Liz, and Georgie went to The Faltering Fullback in Finsbury Park for one such night. We drank Camden Pale Ales, stood on tables, and sang Irish songs.

My favorite way to spend a Monday night is in the middle of Dalston, drawing naked people with Isis while watching naked people play music.

Isis and I got to spend 2 hours drawing butts, boobs, and penises, and It was incredible.

We had an absolute blast doing all the activities. At one point, I drew on Isis’s back, and she, closing her eyes the whole time, drew what she felt I was doing on the paper. It turned out so beautifully ugly we were so close to leaving and getting it tattooed on ourselves.

The host and I spoke about my modeling at one event, so I may be coming to a canvas near you.

So, I have discovered I am somewhat allergic to red wine. I am not sure why I got this curse, but according to Google, I may have the “aldehyde dehydrogenase 2 gene” (Nivi, please confirm this and text me). I get an awful face flush, and it gets so warm I feel like someone is microwaving my face. This felt important to tell you all.

This was confirmed for me when I was drinking wine at The Vibrary. The Vibrary is an event you go to by yourself. You bring a book and get a drink (hence the red wine). Then, you read for 30 minutes, talk to the people next to you, and then read for an additional 30 minutes.

It is an event for more introverted people…. but I will not be discriminated against.

I read The Secret History (Bella and Georgie’s favorite book). I really like the writing, but it drags on a bit… sorry ladies.

Anywho. I spoke to a woman who went through a divorce seven months ago and two men from the CITY OF RUGBY (!!). You read that right. Rugby is also the name of a town in England. I wonder if everyone there has massive thighs… a girl can dream😍.

Yaz and I wanted to see where Barry Keogen and Jacob Elordi fell in love.

That wasn’t actually the reason, but it was a perk.

We took a day trip to Oxford and just looked at things—buildings, flowers, churches—lots and lots of looking. We were morally against paying to get any tours of the school, so looking was our next best option.

We did, however, sacrifice £5 to see the Oxford Botanical Gardens. Even though I wrongly yelled at Yaz for going in what I believed was the wrong direction…. we had a blast. We saw a big ass succulent and touched a cotton plant.

We climbed up a big mound, so that was cool

We got a chai and scone and then headed home early. Sorry Oxford xxx

My brain is absolutely exhausted. This semester, we have been writing and reading nonstop… (That’s not totally true… I did stop to watch Love is Blind and Law and Order)

Study dates upon study dates with my friends have helped ease the fact that I have to write 10,000 words of final essays and 2 final exams (all of which are 100% of my grade). And who could forget my beautiful, definitely not depressing, definitely not anti-American 10,000-word dissertation?

Hopefully, I will make it through with minimal mental breakdowns.

You all know I had to shout out Cafe Botanical in Holborn, as I am there at least twice a week studying. Despite (for a reason I can’t understand) them blasting music at 5 p.m and it always being crowded. I love their chai, cheesecake, scones, and, of course, matcha.

HOWEVER

I do think there is a worker there trying to sabotage me by giving my cow’s milk. This is a severe crime, and I will be alerting the authorities. Maura can attest to this attack on my person.