Finsbury Park tube stop,
London, England.
Jules and I headed for Finsbury Park after her class yesterday, to meet up with her boyfriend at his house. On the way, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Finsbury Park did not seem as scary as I had been told. Some cheap foreign shops and food joints...but that was about it. It was surrounded by a park...bet you wouldn't have guessed that one, so I guess it didn't look as intimidating. Jules was having problems with her Bank of America account, lol, so she had to get in to call them and unfreeze her account. After that we headed across the street to the LIDL, which is a very, very cheap grocery store. Jules bought some generic COLA for 38 pence--the 2 liter bottles! I bought a diet pepsi--it is rare around here, and some chocolate digestive biscuits for about 2 pounds altogether. Can't beat that. And, the best part...Jules got some Champagne for the big night...Brut and Asti for about 6 pounds altogether. lol. Wow. Anyway, we got back and prepared for the big speech. When Cheney was out, the Champagne started pouring, lol. Poor guy was in a wheel chair for goodness sake. Soon after the big guy came on...I was not surprised he stumbled a bit, there were so many people, after all. But really, his speech wasn't anything remarkable or unexpected. Just okay. I was rather impressed with the old civil rights leader, however. He was cute. And that poem, OMG, can it be any more depressing...maybe it was just how it was read. Come on, really?
Well, about 4 of us finished the bottles of champagne, and decided to celebrate Obama's victory by going out for Ethiopian! Hooray! Ethiopian food is the most interesting food I have had, BY FAR. But it was still quite good. You literally use this spongy bread--like think pancakes--as your utensils. All the food is strewn on large piece of sponge that everyone shares. Some was spicy like the lentils, but others were quite mild, like the spinach and feta salad. It was really quite cool. After dinner we had coffee, REALLY STRONG ETHIOPIAN COFFEE, and then I headed for the tube. I am really glad I have friends over here that are adventurous.
Today was fun as well...I got up early to eat breakfast, which was composed of toast that I burnt and some tea. Then I left to go to school--Creative writing in London. I was quite apprehensive about taking this class, but I think it will be a lot of fun. My professor is cute and really nice, so it will be an easy 3 hours to get through. The first writing exercise we had to do was write about our childhood bed....just to describe it and how we felt in it. Oh man, I had such a hard time, and it turned out cheesy. For instance, Grrrr....(my bear for those who don't know) is my chivalrous knight protecting me from the evil darkness of night, whislt my pure ivory sheets shelter me from harm. Blah! Gross...Then we had to write about our current bed in London. Which I had much more fun with since it is AWFUL! After that it was my fantasy bed, which I read aloud. Oh joy...Like I said, I am glad that he is really nice and not critical, hahahaha. He pointed out the good, and made note that there really isn't a wrong answer. Get this, our next assignment is to stare at someone in the subway and from this, come up with four objects that we would find in their bag. Sounds kinda fun right? Oh yeah, then we have to say what there bed is like. Lol, I know, I know.
So after class ended, I met up with Juliette, the French girl and we got our books for class. Then she took me to a french bistro and we had lunch. You know, all I had was a fancy ham and cheese baguette with some butter, but the flavor of each ingredient was so incredible, it would be blasphemous to make it any more complex. I told Juliette of American's hatred of France today and she laughed, she said yes, we generally feel the same of you. She said it was the way they have always been brought up. To be proud of their past even though they weren't necessarily a part of it. And to be proud of their past is enough to make them think they are an elite peoples, thus the reason for their arrogance. Hey, this is what she said, not me. I was surprised by her openness, she told me that she and her generation are trying to seem more um...friendly and open to new cultures. I suppose this is why she likes me so much. We took this conversation to the streets and headed for a museum to waste the remaining hour of my day before I wanted to get back for dinner.
It is too bad that I am feeling so crappy, perhaps I would write a bit more. As of right now I can't talk and my throat and head are throbbing. But, hey, look at the bright side, I have made it through the day and hopefully, I will make it through another tomorrow.
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