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6/9/03 10:26 amLondon.
erhaps it's just going with a mate, but London is much less daunting. As long as I'm with someone with a map. Who understands tubes. And isn't afriad of accents.
People say London is cosmapolitan. Never realised quite how much so til yesterday. Woo. Suddenly England feels like the racially tolerant country we claim it to be. It's not, really, but it's a lot more tolerant than many other countries.
Sherlock Holmes museum is great. And fit guy dressed as Policeman has to open door, since it only opens form the inside. There's not many museums where they open hte door for you - it's a nice experience. And there was a wonderful letter that began "Dear Mr Dead Holmes, Don't think i'm stupid, I know you're six feet under and can't read this. I'm only writing this letter to you because my teacher is making me."
Trains make me sleepy. The London undeground is bizarrely soothing, at least if you're sitting down, and both Roz and I almost fell asleep on the way home. I recommend trains for insomniacs.
Being with Roz is good for my ego. It really shouldn't be: she's really pretty, thin, talented, intelligent... i ought to feel like a useless lump, but shes also very nice, and says things like "You're so curvy, i wish i was". So now I fell all curvy and happy ^_^
School on monday. SO, Amount done on IT coursework: nada (and it's due in on Friday). Amount done of Psych coursework: nada. amount of set texts read for Eglish: nada.
I'm off to prevaricate, and go to gford to hand in entires to short story competition. ta-ta
erhaps it's just going with a mate, but London is much less daunting. As long as I'm with someone with a map. Who understands tubes. And isn't afriad of accents.
People say London is cosmapolitan. Never realised quite how much so til yesterday. Woo. Suddenly England feels like the racially tolerant country we claim it to be. It's not, really, but it's a lot more tolerant than many other countries.
Sherlock Holmes museum is great. And fit guy dressed as Policeman has to open door, since it only opens form the inside. There's not many museums where they open hte door for you - it's a nice experience. And there was a wonderful letter that began "Dear Mr Dead Holmes, Don't think i'm stupid, I know you're six feet under and can't read this. I'm only writing this letter to you because my teacher is making me."
Trains make me sleepy. The London undeground is bizarrely soothing, at least if you're sitting down, and both Roz and I almost fell asleep on the way home. I recommend trains for insomniacs.
Being with Roz is good for my ego. It really shouldn't be: she's really pretty, thin, talented, intelligent... i ought to feel like a useless lump, but shes also very nice, and says things like "You're so curvy, i wish i was". So now I fell all curvy and happy ^_^
School on monday. SO, Amount done on IT coursework: nada (and it's due in on Friday). Amount done of Psych coursework: nada. amount of set texts read for Eglish: nada.
I'm off to prevaricate, and go to gford to hand in entires to short story competition. ta-ta
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Date: 6/9/03 05:52 pm (UTC). . .
You do have nice boobs, though. ^_^ Just thought I'd mention it.
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Date: 6/9/03 06:39 pm (UTC)And yes, Roz does need her self esteem boosting. We need to get to know priddyman and convince him that she's a wonderful, gorgeous person, so he will decide to ask her out and all will be well (note the not convincing him to ask her out bit, because I'm sure he won't need convincing)
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Date: 6/9/03 07:13 pm (UTC)Hmm . . . brainstorm the guys we know. Let's find someone who's available, attractive, nice, and above all, not been taken by any of our other friends previously! Or been "claimed". Or whatever.
. . . methinks this will be a difficult task. >.<
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Date: 6/9/03 07:24 pm (UTC)