Mood: Bored
Music: Jin Suzuki
Reading material: Collected Short Stories of H.G. Wells

I went into college today, to register and get my ID card and stuff. I officially have the worst ID card photo ever. It's so embarrassing, I think I may have to "loose" it and get a new one with a photo that doesn't make me want to sink into the ground every time I see it. I have to start college on Friday, so I still have a few more days of *relative* freedom...

I've been neglecting this journal a little bit, which you are probaly all thankful for, and I have a few hours to kill before I have to go to work, so I'll relate my day yesterday.

Well, I went to Camden with some friends, to get some clothes for college. After being half an hour late to meet them (nothing by the standards of Jennifer though), I quickly discovered that short, flowy skirts are not suitable for travelling on tube trains in, and later on in the day that floor fans are the enemy. I ended up holding the skirt down for the majority of the day, it seemed. Later on, I changed into a longer skirt that I had bought earlier on in the toliets of MacDonalds- the one thing that place is useful for. When we got to Camden, we browsed through a couple of shops and the markets and I bought a pretty pair of chopsticks from a stall in the Camden Lock Market. Then Sophie decided she was hungry, and after some browsing, we decided to get some take-away Chinese food. Yay to cheap vegetarian food!

We sat down at a table-and-bench-type-thing, and were eating (well, they were- I was spilling most of mine down myself, due to my lack of ability at eating noodles with a blunt plastic fork) when a woman came and sat down at the spare space (there were only three of us at that point), and started to unpack her lunch. She peeled open the lid of a tupperware box to free the odour of egg salad. It looked like it had been gradually moulding/ wilting all morning, and probally had. It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing.

I think it was at that point, we got a phonecall from Lucy, or maybe we called her, I can't remember. She's had her college enrolement interview-thing on that day, and therefore couldn't meet us at ten (or ten-thirty, in my case). We walked up to meet her, and she was wearing the onion-seller top (hahaha, just joking, it doesn't really look like that. I blame Cara and Lucy's mother.) that she wore at her party and leopard print, slightly furry shoes, as well as other clothes of course (eeeeemo jeans). We decided to look at the vintage shops after her informing me that I looked like a ballet dancer, and I ended up buying a fairly long fifties-style black skirt with white polka dots and a knee-length kilt-type skirt. Very patterned for me, I know. It took me quite a while to get used to the fact that it really was me with the spots on, not some random pattern I was hallucinating. I also fulfilled the quest set by my sister- to find and then buy her some UV nail polish, and bought a super-long twisty black bead bracelet from a very cheap shop for 89 pence.

At about four/ five o'clock Cara and Sophie decided that they were exhausted and decided to go home (boring!). I and Lucy decided that we'd go to Oxford Street because we were bored of Camden, and managed to find it. We then went to Borders and spent the next hour or so taking the piss of their manga section, which, although it seemed quite large, constisted mainly of Yu-Gi-Oh books and fourth books in many different series'. There were also whole sets of ten of the same book. When that had lost its novelty value, we went to Starbucks and I bought an exceptionally overpriced raspberry Frappuccino, which I have to say, was the pinkest and most sugary (disqualifying that WKD at Brighton) thing I've had for a long time, and made me very hyper for a while. We wandered and decided to try to walk to Covent Garden, going down random streets and looking like lost tourists (especially with my mini-London underground map that I had picked up at Liverpool St).

I realised a curious thing, while I was walking. Everywhere I go, I seem to go past a lot of dodgy underwear shops. I'm not sure whether something strange is going on in my subconscious or the demand for shops like that is going up, or it's just coincidence. Perhaps a mixture of both?

We were almost succesful in our aim and ended up being about two tube stations away from Covent Garden. Being lazy (at least, I am), we descended and took the tube to it. We went to a cafe-restaurant place and I bought some expensive carrot cake which had what looked (and tatsed) like mouldy black walnuts in it. I didn't eat these, naturally, but the pigeons did. They eat anything. This inspired a long conversation about exploding pigeons, but neither I or Lucy could remember what it was you have to feed them to make them explode. Anyone know?

At this point, it was about seven- half sevenish, and we decided to go home. My journey home was fairly uneventful. The token annoying chavs were being their usual annoying selves on the bus- but what is to be expected? I got home at about eight.

I didn't blog about Lucy's party, did I? From what I remember of it, it was very funny. ~Jed came down from "t'up Nooooururth" for it, and ended up having to look after me all evening, and having me steal his jumper. I almost poisoned people with my Pimms- my drink maying skills are not exactly...um.... bearable. Haha. That reminds me of when I made vodka and orange juice with three quaters vodka and one orange in Brighton. Her entire house and garden seemed to be covered by a coating of broken bits of Pringle, thanks to Warren. Do they have Pringles in America? I don't think you do. If you don't, you should do. They're crisps, for people that don't know. Practically every person at that party seemed to be drunk, or at least slightly "tipsy" as Cara would say. Especially a certain Sophie, who happened to get off with (I can barely think of it) Warren. And then Kieran. Haha.