I was woken up at quarter to four in the morning by the drunken loudness of Chris and Kevin on my side of the hallway. Of course, I glared at the darkness to see if they would shut up, and it didn't seem like they were letting up anytime soon. There was a girl's voice who was probably trying to calm them down, but they weren't having it. At least I think she was trying to say there were other people in the building. It could very well be wishful thinking. So after I suffered through five minutes of this, I got up and walked outside. My groggy presence caught their attention and I politely said "Hey, could you shut the hell up?" Their faces fell, and I was escorted back to my room by a lot of "Sorry, KT." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Sorry, KT." Nonetheless, they did shut up.
Woke up several hours later, better refreshed and less pissy. Had the last of my bacon for breakfast. Did I mention how different British bacon is from American bacon? It's less crunchy, more actual meat. Tastes like ham and such. Which upsets me because I want the real bacon with the crunch. My search for said stuff over here will continue.
Picked up Oscar a little past ten and we took a bus to Russell Square for the Bloomsbury Festival, which was much less people than I thought. Walked around their tiny market for a bit but didn't buy anything. Wrote my name in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs though. That was fun. Also planted a small pot of rice for some people doing some sort of research. Then I wrote a comment about hands (and how you should take care of them) and stuck it on Henry the Skeleton in another tent. Wanted to buy a crepe at a booth, but I decided against it because I wasn't wiling to drop 4 quid. But I did get a cup of hot apple juice flavored with ginger. That was good. Then Oscar and I each wrote our names on a paper bird and hung it from a net thing under another tent. It was part of an exhibition for the British Museum all about Ancient Egyptian death rituals. As long as your name is remembered, you'll be immortal, is what they believe. So I guess Oscar and I are now immortal because our names will be remembered in museum history. Ain't that cool?
We walked to the Petrie Museum some distance away because it's all about Ancient Egypt, which Oscar loves. I like it too, and it was interesting reading about all the different quirks and articles found in Ancient Egypt. Took some pictures too. While at the Petrie, I realized that I didn't reinsert my memory card from last night's uploading of pictures. So I put in my spare and now I'm wondering how I'm going to get the pictures on my camera's internal memory onto my computer. I guess I'll ask around for a USB cable of some sort. I'll work it out.
Went into Waterstone's after that. Waterstone's is the British equivalent of Barnes and Noble or Borders. So, naturally, I fell in love with it. Also bought the British version of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Thought about getting Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman because it's a Neil Gaiman book based in London (yeah!!), but I figured I'll get it cheaper on Amazon.co.uk. And I did. Oscar dragged me out because he was bored already. Also, while at Waterstone's, I sampled a bit of Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, the graphic novel version of it. And I really want to read it now! That'll be my library project once I get back (along with finishing Y: The Last Man. I must know how that one ends!!)
Got some ice cream on the way back because Oscar was distracted by a posh-looking bakery. I forgot the flavor I had, but it was vanilla with some chocolate and some sort of nuts? It was good. It's also a French name which is why I can't remember it. Ferrera something? I don't know.
Took the Tube back. I was game for getting off at Waterloo and walking the rest of the way, but Oscar wanted to transfer and get off at Lambeth North. I told him that I'll see him at the dorm. It was a nice walk. His excuse was that it was too cold outside, but I was just fine. So many people complain about the cold, but I just smile and say "I've had worse." Really, I did. You don't know cold until you trek through two feet of snow to class, uphill both ways.
That phrase always makes me smile, and now I can say that it is genuinely true. You may not think so, but think about it for a bit. If you go uphill both ways, that means you're going to go downhill both ways as well. Grandpa never talks about going downhill because going downhill is easy. You see, there used to be a giant hill between me and class. That's how "uphill both ways" works.
Anyway, got back and made some spring rolls which were spicier than I thought. Ordered four used books from Amazon. Four books for twenty US dollars is a pretty sweet deal, I think. Especially when shipping is included. Which books? Well, happy you asked. I got the Mars trilogy by Kim Stanley Robinson, which includes the titles Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars. I also bought Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman because I just had to. If I love the guy, I need to buy at least one of his books. Besides, my current reading book is not grand at all. So much stuff can be better executed and the characters are quite flat. I think if that story worked more on character, I would be more involved in it. That's my critique for my current reading book.
Then Oscar came up to hang out. He's playing Sims 3 on my desk at the moment. Throughout the entire day, he kept complaining about the pimple that appeared on his chin. He called it very colorful names that made me smile because those names would come out of the blue. It was oh so puny.
I read an article for my essay and wondered how I could incorporate it into my essay. Still working on that, but in the meantime, I'm making progress! Send me good thoughts about this essay because I will wrote those 1000 words tomorrow if it kills me! Also have to do laundry and buy groceries. Which reminds me, I have to make a list of food to bring.
Tomorrow is chore day. But I'm actually looking forward to it. You know you're growing up when you do chores for the refreshed feeling of everything being clean and in it's placed.
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