Tuesday, November 29, 2005

F**k tiredness...

Comments! Akamaru: Hehe ^_^ I'm sure I could steal you away from your group for a while. It'd be easier if you're near Forbidden Planet in the first place, and I wouldn't want to get in trouble for abduction or anything, but I'm sure it could be done. Sara: *smiles* I'm fed up with Googlisms for the day, personally. It's too much effort right now. I'm so tired. This is getting to be a serious problems now. I must must must must must start getting to sleep earlier, not least because it'll help get rid of the bags under my eyes but also because I feel awful whenever I wake up at the moment. If you see me online when I shouldn't be, kick me off and be rude about it, else I'll procrastinate further. Still, being excessively tired has its merits... somewhere. The days seem to pass by a bit quicker when I'm in a stupor, heh. But anyway... As well as finally getting round to talking about London, is there anything else anyone wants me to talk about? Any questions you want to ask, or subjects I should discuss? I owe Shy his interview questions, too. I'll post 'em here, and also PM them to him just in case. I've been crap at getting things done lately. 1. Which short Disney cartoon best represents an aspect of you, and why? 2. How would you interpret the difference between existing and living? 3. Which piece of technology (electrical appliance or not) would you feel most at a loss without? 4. What would you say makes up the core element of your personality? 5. Which character from a comic franchise would you choose to play you in a fictional representation of your life, and why? 6. Describe the front cover of said piece of fiction (assuming it's a book/film/comic). 7. What makes the perfect balloon? London's Morning Getting back to Friday morning, then, I woke up to the sound of the Gundam Wing US ending theme (the mp3 of which I cunningly uploaded to my phone for oodles of geeky goodness) and prepared myself for the day by washing my hair. I was very pleased that I had a shower that worked, and generally wasn't too erratic with its temperature control. you know how with electrical showers you find a constant, and if you try to go above or below that it either becomes scalding or freezong cold? I hate that. It's one thing that's guaranteed to piss me off, heh. I'd bought some milk the night before with the intention of drinking it later, but with the pizzas happening earlier I hadn't had a chance. I'd bee drinking little bits through the night, but it was a little warm by now ^_^; Once cleaning and preening (courtesy of my Manga Head hair gel, whee) had finished I packed up, and no sooner was I heading for the door when there was a knock on it- t'was Mimmi! We wandered downstairs, I received my £5 key deposit back from teh lady at teh receptionness, and we began making our way towards Megan! The day before, when I went to buy an Underground travelcard, I was given something called an Oyster card. Basically it's like a swipe card, except you sort of... hold it against these big yellow electronic pads on the one-way entrance and exit gates, and it lets you through. The nice thing is that it's re-useable, too, so you keep it and top it up whenever you need to go on the Underground. It's a nifty little gadget and is quite a nice set of blues to boot. Once we'd arrived at Tottenham Court Road, this guy at the reception kept trying to tell me where I should go, even though I knew where Megan's flat was already. I just wanted to go upstairs and drop my bag off, but he kept arguing that she didn't like in room 6, despite the fact that all the way up to her room, there are signposts for rooms 3-6 o_o; I was getting really annoyed with him, I was. Once I eventually tore myself away, I found everyone rushing down the stairs towards me at once. Apparently lateness was occurring, but the last guy out of Megan's flat turned back round to let me throw my bag in, which was muchlies nice of him ^_______^ The coach itself was pretty big, and quite nice for a coach. I always feel you need more legroom on those things, though. To be honest... at the beginning, I found the guide quite patronising. maybe it was because I knew a lot of what he was talking about anyway (the murder of Thomas Beckett, the Roman invasion and everything else), but there was something about him I just didn't get on with. I was hardly going to stand up and try to assert my historical knowledge, though ^_^; It was probably just my tiredness showing through. He was perfectly nice otherwise, and was really great at explaining things at Dover Castle. Jus' those early morning niggles. EDIT: Forgot the Cathedral ^_^; You needed to pay quids to be able to take pictures inside, which, although seemingly extortionate, makes sense because the trust'll need to be able to pay the upkeep somehow. It was a very glorious cathedral, in a religious and architectural sense. Very very high ceilings and lots of different dark archways to walk through. The best bits were the things belonging to the Black prince, though. Very schwe ^_^ Canterbury is a very nice place, certainly from an aesthetic point of view. Lovely old builings, interesting road strutures, nice shops... it's what Chichester ought to be- not too big, but containing enough for it to be useful. The pedestrain crossings were horrible, though. I'd have liked a little more time to look around the place, but unfortunately since we needed to head off to Dover fairly shortly that wasn't happenable. We passed some firemen doing some charity stuffs for Children in Need. They were doing a sort of sponsored 'slide-down-the-pole' event, and we al wanted to go too ^_^; We did manage to find some nice quiet areas to take pictures in, as well as a large metal head of... erm... it was either David Garrick or Christopher Marlowe. I can't remember who. probably Marlowe, seeing as he wrote The Canterbury Tales, uncannily enough set and staged in Canterbury. Once we'd tookified teh pictytoors teh busness was where we is were dun to bee meetingsing. Late is um bee notness we were. *coughs* Then we left for Dover Castle. The road to Dover's weird (at least, the one we took to Dover Castle was weird; I suspect Dover's main entrance was elsewhere)- it didn't seem like a main road at all, but the views were incredible pretty much wherever you were. The castle itself is incredible, too. The battlements are huge and span a huge distance, and the bailey in the centre is a lot bigger inside than it seems on the outside. So many spiral staircases! And besides what you can see above ground, there are sprawling networks of tunnels underground which were used during the Second World War. I'd love to see all of it in more detail sometime; we just had time to wander into the medieval tunnels and then up to the top of the castle for a quick jaw drop (and a dizzying experience looking down at... everything) before we had to head back. By this time I was getting the incredibly ominous feeling that I wouldn't be able to see Harry Potter as we'd first planned. I felt really guilty about it, seeing as Megan was so excited. I really did want to go (and I still do), but getting back safely to Lawrence's flat where I was due to stay the night was looking to be a technical nightmare. The taxi company I phoned up was incredibly rude, so a mental two fingers up to them meant I had to rely on buses; after looking into those I found that it'd take me at least an hour on top of however long the film was to get there, and then I needed Lawrence to collect me. I'd been meaning to say something all day and I didn't want to say no until I'd exhausted all possibilities... wagamama! Hunger struck! So, we went in search of food upon our return to the heart of London. As we walked, we almost went past an odd-looking place called wagamama, which Megan revealed to be a Japanese restaurant. The first floor was nothing but a leaflet rack and a set of stairs leading to a basement; I was guessing there was more seating downstairs... I've never been more enamoured with a foodplace, heh. The furniture, the food- if it could be summed up in an emoticon, it would be thus: ^______________________________^ I had chicken ramen, and I can't wait to get the opportunity to have it again. Unfortunately the nearest one to us is in Guildford, about an hour's drive away [There are some in Australia, too, by the by]. Jeremy was so impressed that I'd had it, though, and it's his ambition to get some. We're hoping to go and see Lawrence together sometime soon, so I'll have to take him there ^_^ I can't believe I ate all of it, though. The ramen bowls are bigger than your average car, and they're full of the stock that makes up the soupy bit. It's incredibly filling, and when we went to Starbucks afterwards (O_O;) I just couldn't manage anything additional. By now Lawrence was getting rather impatient with me not having an answer for when i was going to be round, and the matter of Harry Potter was looming ever into view. I fessed up, heh. Megan said it was fine, but I couldn't help but feel like I'd been an idiot about it anyway. The cinema tickets in London cost so much >.>; Anyway, once we'd finished in Starbucks I went back to Megan's and picked up my bags. One thing I was not sad about saying goodbye to was those bloody stairs. You have to be fit to run up and down those several times a day, heh. I hugged everyone goodbye, and began my trudge towards Queen's Park. I had a really great time ^_^ My only real regret is not making better conversation, but I guess if you've known someone through talking (as in, diary sites) for some while already, there isn't always that much you need to say- you just enjoy the company. And that I did ^_^

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