The Whimsy... Part VI

Continuing the present personal series of posts (see the introduction and first entry here).

The First Day of Spring 2005
Age 18, London

It doesn't feel like we're across the Atlantic Ocean, in Europe, in Britain... that's so far!  It feels like, if I wanted, I could drive a few hours and find myself back in Deep Cove, on the way to the house of "Justin's bro".  I don't get this time and distance thing.   Like, I'm almost going to bed but it's 1:21 in the afternoon at home.  Justin's bro is still at WORK!  Now that's insane. Seriously.  It doesn't make sense!  I'm going to bed, it's dark.  Justin's bro is still at work.  Nope.  Like, Rya doesn't believe in the Southern hemisphere.  Huh!?  It's funny.  She actually doesn't.

I slept like 4 hours, on and off on the plane today.  So uncomfortable.  Then we dropped off our bags at the Travelodge on Kings Cross Road and headed out into LONDON.  OH WAIT.  No, never mind (I was going to tell you again about how I watched "The Grudge" and physically jumped out of my seat 6 times with a yelp).  So, we went for fish and chips.  I ate the fish.  Everything in the restaurant smelled like cow though.  Like, a real, live cow.  I had cow breath and everything.  I ate the fish by not thinking about the fact it was a fish.  EW.  It wasn't even wrapped in newspaper and it had so much batter on it, too. 

I don't know, it's probably from being tired but I've felt kind of down today.  Just not excitable in the least.  It just doesn't feel like we're here.  I feel so bad for saying I feel just kind of bored.  Especially with the company.  I don't think there's anyone here I wouldn't not get bored of talking to after 3 minutes straight.  I really wouldn't be able to predict how the rest of our days will turn out.

My feet are so tired.  I love walking a lot though.  I hope I lose weight like when we were in France because I feel so fat!  Like, ew, gross, everyone thinks I'm disgusting cause I look so pudgy and greasy (not greasy any longer, though - I had a shower after finally figuring out how the silly knobs and buttons worked!).  Ima go read another chapter in John's gospel and in the Diary of Anne Frank then snuggle into this OH-so-comfy and fluffy, quaint single bed.  I love it. 

I wish Justin's bro were here.  It would be so nice to get to experience Picadilly Circus, Liecester Square, Trafalgar Square, and Big Ben (we did that all tonight) with him.