Arriving in the UK

Finally in England. I've been here for a week now, and so far I've accomplished the following:

. unpacked and settled
. become addicted to tea and now drink it, with milk and sugar, at least twice a day.
. set up an account in an English bank; Barclay's, don't fail me!
. ridden on the top floor of a double decker bus (which looks like the Knight Bus, might I add)
. taken the bus into town at least 5 times, so I've figured out the local public transportation system.
. discovered why toilets here are called "water-CLOSETS".
. went to a pub at least 5 times
. got phone numbers from 3 different British guys
. met a DJ in a pub and convinced him to talk about Random-Naked Woman's College on air
. played snooker with a few drunk Brits in a pub
. ate at meat pie at Sweeney & Todd... twice.
. went grocery shopping
. bought a British mobile phone and service
. applied for about a million jobs in the Oracle
. got a job in the Oracle
. got my Reading school ID & email
. read the Times and discovered how passionately the Brits dislike Palin
. Learned all about British politics and decided I'm living here forever
. discussed Doctor Who and his ability to save us all from global warming with a professor during class
. started classes, kinda.

It may not look like much, but it sure feels like it. I'm happy to be in England and I love it here, but I'm not as overwhelmingly excited and thrilled about the whole thing like I was before I left. I think that's because I've been exploring the town of Reading this whole time, which is a lovely place but not exactly something that I've wanted to see my whole life. Once I actually make it to places like London, Globe Theatre, Abbey Road, Stonehenge, etc, I'll start getting that excitement again.