Bounce stole Specs glasses! What now, bitch?
Exam week has ended at last. Gone are my three hour science classes and weekly tests. But also gone is everyone in my flat. My Grandma and I don't leave for Paris until Tuesday, so until I meet her at Waterloo station I am here alone with plenty of time to kill.
It's been easy to keep busy though. Yesterday I wandered around the V and A museum and later in a thrift store having a closing sale I found a jean jacket and a purse at ridiculous prices. Today, it's been another wander through Hyde park, which I need to stop doing since every time I go I end up wanting to have either a puppy or a child, both only for the purpose of having something fun to bring with me to the park which basically tells you how wrong it would be if I had either. Tomorrow I'm hoping Camden Market, or maybe another museum.
And now my internet disconnected itself...lovely....
A head bang and half later...
Last Sunday, my roommate and I went out to the local pub in another chapter of the continuing epic called "Let's Go Meet British Guys". This time, however, we were approached by three middle aged men, one a professor, one Italian, and one who said his girlfriend was in charge of running some pier in San Francisco. Luckily they (supposedly) weren't trying to pick us up, just wanted to talk to Americans because they, well, love Americans (them and no one else in the world I'm assuming). The Italian one ended up reciting to me a long drawn out thesis I could barely hear except for his mantra "memories are love". Which I guess is true, but if you asked me to repeat his reasoning I wouldn't be able to. Ten points to whoever can (or come up with their own I suppose).
And now I sit and wait for my mother to call me via Skype and try not to fall asleep while that happens. I'm so excited to finally (finally!) go to France, which up to this point I've always imagined to be like my French text books, which is a country where everyone walks around in early 90's fashions and have conversations about the weather, their nationalities and what they plan on doing this weekend. I'm prepared to be proven wrong. Also exciting is seeing my Grandma and traveling around with her in a "Gigi" sort of situation, minus the whole courtesan thing.
Oh, and add this to the list of things I will miss dearly about this country: In nearly every store they sell bottled smoothies called Innocent Smoothies. When they had juice boxes of it on sale this week I grabbed a few, and they are hands down the cutest marketing strategy I have ever seen. I've spent some time on their website as well. Oh my God, SO cute! Although Bounce gets on my nerves after a while, since whenever I try to play her games she interrupts them for some reason (I think she has major ADHD, but that's another story.) Dude gives you really cute notes to print up that are excuses for everything from getting out of homework (a "note" from Gordon Brown) and kissing your granny (whistling practice). Specs is pretty cool, I think. Although I'm not too fond of the things where you can send in pictures of your already chewed food to have people guess what it is.
Yeah, I've been sitting here alone for a while. These are my friends. You got a problem with that?