All Things British

I am obsessed with all things British. "Why" you ask? Well, for one, the British accent is the most delicious, irresistible accent in existence (in my opinion anyway). Everything sounds better in a British accent. For example, I don't particularly like it when people curse, but it hardly bothers me when the person saying said curse word has a British accent.

Movies with British actors always seem to make it straight to my favorites list. The Harry Potter movies are a special case though. I really like the acting, it's amazing, but the fact remains that many details that I deemed important in the books were omitted from the screen versions... But I will save that rant for another blog because I feel like being more positive today.

I am planning on applying to Oxford for two main reasons- it's in England, and they filmed scenes from the Harry Potter movies. There are other reasons, of course, but those are the two things I find most appealing. Sadly, I highly doubt both my parents and the Oxford would want me to attend that school, but it'll be fun just to see if I can get in.

Someday I would really, really like to move to England. I have this whole thing planned where I will buy a flat in London, meet a nice British boy who I will eventually marry, then when I am about to have my first child we'll come back to the states for awhile so that she/he will be an American citizen. Then we'll go back to our flat once she/he is born and I will begin to speak only in a British accent around my child. My reasoning behind this is that it would make me incredibly happy if my child had a natural British accent and the only way for that to develop is if the only accent she/he really hears is British. And seeing as though I would be most involved in my child's life I need to fake one until they've developed their own.

Now please don't take that little "plan" too seriously because while I would love that to actually happen, I do realize that I will most likely not even move to England to begin with. It's mainly just a dream, a beautiful, wonderful dream. Oh well, at least I can always vacation there.

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading about my crazy obsession. I know my friends all enjoyed that "dream" of my future husband and child. Too bad I wasn't born in England... At least I'm part British! So long! Farewell!