daaamnit
One thing that sucks about living by yourself:
When you can't open the juice bottle, there's no one around for you to pout at in an attempt to have them open it for you.
Fucking goddamn juice. OPEN! OPEN NOW!!!!
In other news...
I am enjoying eating these cold, yet spicy samosas. it really really reminds me of when I first arrived in London. I had no idea when I would eat again, plus the breakfast on British Airways didn't entirely cut it for me. I wandered into a "duty free" airport shop, where I noticed the milk was cheaper than the water. That was the first thing that struck me as odd. I looked for the cheapest, most innocent thing to eat, and settled somehow on samosas. I think they were only two pounds or something for three.
They were cold, yet, ever so delightful as I nibbled on them in the first class carriage on my way from Gatwick to Victoria station. I didn't have a ticket for first class, i just sort of hopped on to a cart and sat down, and when I noticed the sign that I wasn't where the normal folkies go, I asked if I should move, and the guy at the table next to mine said "eh, just play dumb if they ask for your ticket. You're American, you can get away with it." I laughed, understanding it wasn't an insult so much as an outoftowner joke. Nice guy he was. Probably slightly annoyed that I kept pulling out crap from my gigantic goddamn backpack, brushing my mangled pink hair, and nibbling on those smelly, smelly samosas, but he was nice no less.
That ride TOTALLY reminded me of the scenery in Willy Wanker (the orriginal, yeesh). I couldn't believe I was seeing it, it was amazing! So poor though, but still amazing!
Yeah, I suppose I miss that a good deal. Shame it's so expensive over there, also a shame that it doesn't look like I'll get my money for the plane ticket by September 1st, though, my mother ACTUALLY TOLD ME to "put it on the credit card." I wish it were that cheap! I guess I could just shift all my money into checking, and use my $500 line of credit through the credit union, and pay it off in as big of chunks as I can manage. I feel pretty bad, I have school scheduled at the worst of times, It's going to be very hard to get a job this way. I may as well try though. I'm sure there's something I can do from 1pm-on through the temp agency, and on Thursdays i'm free until 6:00...
It's amazing how my fondest memories of London aren't Picadilly Circus, or Trafalgar Square (only walked through it though to be fair), or Camden Market. It's the goddamn public transportation. My dream date is on a bus, you know. I have the perfect bus stop picked out for a picnic, even. I'm a retard like that. I want dates on busses!
I need sticky tac. That map of the underground really represents my love of pubtranspo. I'm so glad I got to see other parts of england, though. I'm forever grateful to Senti for that.
It's funny to think so many of my simple but important dreams in life have already been realized. Perhaps that's why i've been at a loss lately... what next? What do I hope and dream and pray over next?
Funny how some cold samosas can make me think like that.
When you can't open the juice bottle, there's no one around for you to pout at in an attempt to have them open it for you.
Fucking goddamn juice. OPEN! OPEN NOW!!!!
In other news...
I am enjoying eating these cold, yet spicy samosas. it really really reminds me of when I first arrived in London. I had no idea when I would eat again, plus the breakfast on British Airways didn't entirely cut it for me. I wandered into a "duty free" airport shop, where I noticed the milk was cheaper than the water. That was the first thing that struck me as odd. I looked for the cheapest, most innocent thing to eat, and settled somehow on samosas. I think they were only two pounds or something for three.
They were cold, yet, ever so delightful as I nibbled on them in the first class carriage on my way from Gatwick to Victoria station. I didn't have a ticket for first class, i just sort of hopped on to a cart and sat down, and when I noticed the sign that I wasn't where the normal folkies go, I asked if I should move, and the guy at the table next to mine said "eh, just play dumb if they ask for your ticket. You're American, you can get away with it." I laughed, understanding it wasn't an insult so much as an outoftowner joke. Nice guy he was. Probably slightly annoyed that I kept pulling out crap from my gigantic goddamn backpack, brushing my mangled pink hair, and nibbling on those smelly, smelly samosas, but he was nice no less.
That ride TOTALLY reminded me of the scenery in Willy Wanker (the orriginal, yeesh). I couldn't believe I was seeing it, it was amazing! So poor though, but still amazing!
Yeah, I suppose I miss that a good deal. Shame it's so expensive over there, also a shame that it doesn't look like I'll get my money for the plane ticket by September 1st, though, my mother ACTUALLY TOLD ME to "put it on the credit card." I wish it were that cheap! I guess I could just shift all my money into checking, and use my $500 line of credit through the credit union, and pay it off in as big of chunks as I can manage. I feel pretty bad, I have school scheduled at the worst of times, It's going to be very hard to get a job this way. I may as well try though. I'm sure there's something I can do from 1pm-on through the temp agency, and on Thursdays i'm free until 6:00...
It's amazing how my fondest memories of London aren't Picadilly Circus, or Trafalgar Square (only walked through it though to be fair), or Camden Market. It's the goddamn public transportation. My dream date is on a bus, you know. I have the perfect bus stop picked out for a picnic, even. I'm a retard like that. I want dates on busses!
I need sticky tac. That map of the underground really represents my love of pubtranspo. I'm so glad I got to see other parts of england, though. I'm forever grateful to Senti for that.
It's funny to think so many of my simple but important dreams in life have already been realized. Perhaps that's why i've been at a loss lately... what next? What do I hope and dream and pray over next?
Funny how some cold samosas can make me think like that.