Yeah, so the last several weeks?

So I am going to trek all the way back to the 13th of Feburary. Friday the 13th. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Can't remember seeing any black cats or anything weird. But I do remember I spent the greater part of my day with Clif. I met him at his place around lunch time to...eat lunch--I made the infamous tuna sandwiches. After, we headed toward Houseman's Booksellers. Clif had told me about it before--it was a radical book, book shop. Cool, right? After scouring through loads of books both new and old, and not being able to find an old leather bound copy of Capital by Marx (it would have been only 1 quid), we went to Starbucks. Nothing really special about this. Quite predictable really. But--not for long. Clif spotted a man sitting on the other side of me reading The Fountainhead! Yay, for Ayn Rand! Her individualist ways are infiltrating the English socialist system! That called for a celebration. I was beaming. Clif looked at me like he made a mistake telling me. lol. On my way home, Kaley, my friend that is over here from the states, gave me a call to see if I wanted to hang out later that night. Of course I said yes...and as I said goodbye to Clifton, I headed over to Kaley's.

I spend an exorbitant amount of money going to see Kaley's roommate's band play--Target 9--for about 5 songs before we headed over to her friend Paul's place. Paul is cool--very quiet, philosophical, theatre-y, type. I actually enjoyed this stop of the evening the best. We met some fun people and talked about Capitalism and Socialism as entities with moral bounds. For, me, this is awesome. Everyone else seemed really into it as well. Quite the conversation at a birthday party, don't you think? hahaha. We stayed here till about 11, and then headed over to a rave. Kaley's roommate Phil, got us into this student-night rave for free! We have all the connections. We practically walked past 300 people and went straight to the front of the line. Nice, right? Well when we got in we were a bit taken aback by the coat line, so we walked about to see if we could find Phil. The first room we went through was the foam room, where they played pop music while machine spit soap suds at you. It was wet and everyone smelled like dog. Not nice. We walk into the next room where we see a mechanical beer bottle being ridden by teens...again, not our cup of tea. The last room was the UV room which was just a light show thing. They played a genre of music I was looking forward to hearing--drum n' bass. Not quite as bad. We stayed here for the remainder of the night and danced. We left pretty early, it was after all a student night and I was getting bored with so much irresponsibility compiled in one place.

That pretty much ended my big party-hoping night. And I think I only had a glass of wine. Not as bad as you all thought, right? Nah.

The Saturday was V-day, I believe. I got together with a big group of girls and we basically ate pizza and ice cream and watched the cheesist chick flick on the planet--P.S. I love you.

Wow. Enough said?
I love the girls at the hostel, they really are fun. I am enjoying myself here soooo much.


Sunday night we went to Hampstead to get crepes in a little shack by a gay pub. Awesome. I think it was 9 or 10 and there was a queue all the way out to the street--prob about 30 people in front of us, maybe more. We waited 30 minutes for a crepe--but it was soooooo worth it. I mean, I was in line with about four people from the hostel, one which could count as 10 persons, she is just so loud and outgoing and crazy. Her name is Siobhan (Sha-ban) and she is from Essex--thus she has a strong accent and vibrant personality. She is an actress and is known to perform Romeo and Juliet, both parts, on tubes, lol. Quite the character. Remember, too, I am the youngest. So, between Siobhan's acting and gossip from school, the time really went by. I ended up getting a Carribbean Crepe concoction. It had dark chocolate (which is so much darker than the states--like 70-80% cocao), bananas, coconut, rum, and cream. OMG, between the rum and everything else, I couldn't even finish it. But it was pretty amazing.

We went back on Tuesday, believe it or not, since it was Pancake day--over here they are not publicly religious like our presidential candidates in the states, yet, they still maintain old religious traditions. Pancake day is the day before lent where everyone would get rid of their fatty foods-- milk, cream, eggs, sugar (and flour)-- and make pancakes. Anyway, I decided not to go so heavy on the crepe this time and I just got chocolate and hazelnuts. AMAZING! Heavenly, even. hehehe.