Why is the world a cold, damp place without sleep in it?

Guuh. California and England are far apart. Know this, if you desire to make the journey I have just made: It will be long, it will be tedious, and you will not know how to use words anymore when it is done. I was telling Audrey a story when we got to the apartments, and she had to provide every other word for me, as I had forgotten how to say the things I was talking about.

Anyway. I am in London! Woo!
I don't know that it has sunk in yet. More than it had before, at least. On the car ride, I kept thinking: It looks kind of like New York. Then we got in the more central area and it looked a little more distinct, but still, you know. Cityish. With bricks and stuff. You don't see much brick in California. Brick will always be a little other to me, I think.

Noise canceling head phones=worth every penny. Also, I like airlines better when they are English. Everything is free and they give me alcohol. It's great.

I bought eggs and beans on toast. I paid for it in pounds and the guy called me darling and was cheeky about giving me my change. England!

England. England needs to learn how to put salt on the road when it snows. Seriously guys. I'm from California, for goodness sake! I have to drive for several hours to get to snow, and I know this stuff. GET WITH THE PROGRAM.

I have not met and wizards or dashing 19th century gentlemen yet, but I have not given up hope. Fiction would not tell me things that are not true!
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A few hours later:
So, aren't pubs supposed to be all over the place around here? Cause man, we walked around for a WHILE looking for one that fit our desire for stereotype (i.e. not a Thai place. Why were there so many Thai pubs? Not that I dislike Thai food. I love Thai food. But, you know. We wanted something traditional.) with reasonable prices and there weren't NOTHING. Well, there was one place(THE DUKE OF SUSSEX), but they stop serving food at six pm. Six! And most pubs close at, like, 10:30 apparently. London is awesome, but it is also designed for grandmas, apparently.

Why are English coins so much cooler than ours? They have dragons and shit on them, and they're different shapes and colors, and the even make a better sounds when you ching them together. I feel jipped by my country.
I still like dimes though. Dimes are where it's at.

Our talk thing we were supposed to go to was canceled. Thus the pub-quest. I was not sorry. I am not currently in a fit state to pay attention to anything for more than two minutes, much less 45.

OH MAN. So. I like sitting in the window seat in airplanes. I am a connoisseur of airplane vistas. The view when I left San Francisco this time was the most beautiful airplane vista I have seen, and that includes a lightning storm and the time I saw three shooting stars. It was all misty and pink-purple-blue, with verdant hills and the water stretching out all calm and- man, I cannot do this view justice. It transformed the bay. It was as if I was looking at some other, lusher version of the world. Fantastic.

I said I would give Danielle a shout out. I am doing so now.
HI DANIELLE. I THINK YOU'RE COOL. LET'S HANG OUT.

I also rode the underground, the tube, the... damn, I can't think of a third think they call it. The English subway? There were no tentacled monsters and no Marquis, but I did mind the gap. And there were people on the train. And you know what? They were all English! With the accents and complexions and everything! Crazy!

We will apparently be having class in the living room of the apartment I am sharing with four other girls. Dave says he chose it so that I would be able to make it in the morning. I have no right to feel anything about this other than gratitude. The only reason I made it to our afternoon meeting was because their(the men folk's) knock on the door woke me from my nap, and I had to go open it for them.
Sigh.

I think I have talked far too much already for a day in which I have not really done anything yet. I am excited for times to come.

I'm gonna go learn about T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land so I can report on it for tomorrow. We're seeing Fiona Shaw's interpretation of it and 1984(not interpreted by Fiona Shaw.)

Also, I almost got run over by a car.

K, byyyyyyyye.