I want to drive. So bad.

Courtesy of Warner Bros.

I have a confession to make: I'm going to be 21 next month and I still can't drive.

It's not that I haven't tried. Last Christmas I got my driver's permit in California. The test is so easy that you would have to be brain dead not to pass. However I was so busy visiting with my family that I had no time for driver's lessons the two weeks I was there.

She doesn't even go here!

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My family keeps hoping I'll lose my accent. Ever since I moved to England, my mom keeps gushing about how awesome it would be if I came home talking more like a Brit. My grandma keeps saying the same thing, too.

Who would do that?!

Crazy people. And Madonna. 

Damn you Harry Potter!

I was asked the strangest question last year. I had just moved into my new dorm room in Bristol, fresh off the boat (or airplane, in this case) and ready to start my freshman year of college. Just as I was unpacking, my neighbors knocked on the door to introduce themselves. We clicked immediately and started chatting about differences between America and England. It was then that my new friend asked: "Is it true that everyone drinks out of red plastic cups at parties in America?"