London: Day Four

Hey, friends. I didn't do much of anything today. I got up at f'ing 12:30! Granted, I went to bed at 4AM - gChatting with Max, trying to figure out if I could meet up with him or not on Monday or Tuesday. The current "drama" - if you even want to call it that - is that I need(ed) a place to stay from Tuesday through Monday morning. My friend, Laura, (who is arriving tomorrow! Can't wait!) booked a hostel for herself for those days. I was going to book with her. However, I don't believe in paying 38 Euro a night to share a dorm style room with 5 other CoEd strangers. Well, 4, because I would know Laura... So, last night I was up late navigating Couchsurfing.com to find some strangers to stay with for free (and bring Laura along because I find it ridiculous she pay 38 Euro a night as well) and sending out emails to friends/friends-of-friends trying to find a place to crash... and that's how we got the 4AMness.

Anyway, I woke up tired, but decided to push forward. Why sleep longer when I could be exploring? I got up and ran a few errands. Exchanged some currency. Bought a worldwide power adaptor to charge my camera battery and phone. Stretched my legs.

Then I hopped on the tube to King's Cross to explore. Hopped back on and went to Arsenal's Emirates Stadium. It was HUGE and awesome. Oh and I've been using Jaime's camera (with my memory card in it) because I didn't have a way to charge my US outlet-style battery thing, and guess what? Her camera battery f'ing died RIGHT as I was about to snap the most perfect picture of Emirates. I was so annoyed. My fault, I know, but annoyed still. Earlier Jaime had insisted I take her celly cell - in case I got lost or something - so, I just snapped two pics with the camera phone instead. I'll email those to myself soon and post them later.

I stopped by the Arsenal shop and bought a few trinkets. I was also "hollered at" by one of the young(er) Arsenal players who is on the developmental team. He followed me in the store and was just kind of watching me. So, I asked "Are you just going to stare or are you going to say something?" He apologized and said something douche-y like "You know, I could get you a discount on that if you wanted..." Ha! Radical! Ummm, yeah, he was really cute - despite his douchebag answer AND duh, he's most likely going to play for the legit squad at some point. So, that makes him cuter... Jaime teased me (when I told her later) that I was going to be a WAG (wife and girlfriend) of a football star. I guess that's a term here. I like it - and yeah, I wouldn't mind being one. That'd be radical.

It was about 4PM at that point so I started to make my way back to Jaime's flat - she had an appt to go to and I needed to get back before she left in order to be let in. However, I decided to hop off quickly at Convent Garden.

It was during my quick stroll around Convent Garden I realized London no longer bores me. (Who am I - Holden Caulfield?) I've really enjoyed walking around on my own (and with Jaime). Travel is super easy on the tube - I just hate that it stops running at certain times. People are friendly. AND it's so damn clean!

I got back in good spirits - and was in even better spirits when I found out that Phoebe's friend Doobs agreed to house Laura and I starting tomorrow through Friday. Wonderful! I promised to cook dinner for Doobs at least twice. It'll be perfect. I leave for Scotland Thursday for the day and can crash at Doob's that night. The place is super close to the airport. So, that helps me out a lot. Then, Friday-Monday I'll be with my friend, Maggie, and we're going to stay at her friends' place(s). I'm thinking I MIGHT go visit Rhys in Ireland Sunday through Monday morning with all the money I'm saving from not having to pay for hostels. We'll see.

Bye for now, friends. I have to meet Doob's to pick up keys and drop off my bags at 8:30AM. Hooray for 5:30AM alarms (sarcasm font).

Love you guys!
Tanyasaurus Rex

PS. Thank you all so much for your help contacting your friends to see if Laura and I could stay with them. You guys are awesome! Thank you soooo much. I owe you some hugs! Oh, and Fern, at which restaurant did you work? Maybe I can stop by and send your regards...

PPS! My brother responded to my email where I sent him the picture of me sitting on the dumb "bench" with the soccer team he hates. He wrote "You are a dumb bitch! I hate your face. What other stadiums did you go to? Jess said the look on your face was like, 'This is so stupid, but I have to do it just to piss off Brandy.'" Precisely.