Random Musings

So today was supposed to be super awesome and instead it was just awesome... I'm not upset... it was just very different than what I planned.

So everyone is out traveling and having fun, and I still have a week and a half before I go to the States for a few weeks and I'm BORED. I have also had a slight cold. Booo... So Stacy and I plan to do some day trips. Low and behold, I find a trip to the Isle of Wight! Super! So we get up at the buttcrack of dawn and haul butt down to London Bridge... "miss our bus" and then think... huh, we can make the pick up at South Kensington. So we get there and call and they're like... NO, your booking is for AUGUST 24th... not July... NOOOO!!!!! So we get some coffee and regroup... it's 9am and we're already in central London... what shall we do?

Stacy, in love with Regent's Park, takes me back on the tube (for the 3rd time that morning) and hauls me up to North London to Regent's Park... it's BEAUTIFUL! Black swans, a pond, a waterfall, tons of gorgeous roses... it's AMAZING! So what do we do? Find a nice shady tree, curl up and take a nap till about 12 :)

Post nap, we grab some "coke floats"... and mine explodes all over the table... AWESOME... I can't do ANYTHING! So we clean it up and mosey our way down Tottenham Court Road, hang a left at New Oxford Street and BAM! We're at the British Museum. We have lunch at this cute little cafe in front of the museum and go in to stare at sculpture for a few hours. I made it through all of the ground floor, the Rosetta Stone, the Parthenon, tons of Egyptian stuff, etc., make my way through North America, and end up in Asia, trying to remember the three major Hindu deities (Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu), and noticing the unusually large breasts on the Asian female figurines (considering that most Asian women are not THAT well endowed) Stacy txts me... she is statued out. I cannot blame her... so we mosy down to Holborn Station and pick up the London Paper (featuring Ronaldo and his general playboy idiocy... again) (I love that every day someone is judging him) and Stacy explodes her Dr. Pepper in the station. (Thank God it's not just me). We then are affronted by retarded, Eminem-rapping, idiot walking back and forth from train to train; he hit me with his arm and almost stepped on Stacy's bum toe. Most of the British people were ignoring him... I have a complete NEW respect for their ability to drown out stupidity... if I had been the girl next to him, I would have slapped him for certain. Or at the least, I would have made really loud "do you mind?" coughing sounds at him. Lol.

So after my really good day... I'm going to make some supper and try not to over think my life and get to bed... I have work to do in the morning!