QUOTE OF THE DAY :
"HEY ! SLAG OFF YA BLOODY BASTARD !" - Someone on the streets of London.
SONG OF THE DAY :
Lost Prophets - Burn Burn
LINK OF THE DAY : Start a blog, it lasts longer.
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing;
I've been having a great time. I've met a lot of cool people. Lots of Australians, and New Zealanders. French people, Japanese people. Americans, Canadians and some Britons too. And yesterday I met a girl from Norway.
On the subject of the girl from Norway. Her name is Sophie. And damned if the stereotypes about Scandinavian women aren't true. She's quite a looker, to say the least. And smart to boot.
My room at the Generator is a 4 person dorm. A guy from Maine, who is the most conservative person you will ever meet. A well dressed Australian who always seems to be sleeping, myself, and the Norwegian lady.
She just spent 4 months in Dublin working at a bar, and is in London on her way home. I seem to be the only person she'll talk to in our room, which I see as a good thing. The guy from Maine seems terrified of her, and the Ozzy, of course is asleep.
I've spent about a week total in London. So I know my way around the town pretty well now. I started talking to Sophie this morning about things to do and places to go, I recommended lots of places she should check out. The museums and art galleries, the food, and the nightlife. And near the end of the conversation she says to me.
"I still don't know what I should do today." And then she asked me what I was getting up to that day.
Now a smart man, and intelligent man, A man who realizes what is going on says "Hey I've been here a while I could show you around if you'd like."
Whereas I say "Well there's a lot of stuff to do in London, I'm sure you can find something." Shortly after saying this I began mentally punching and kicking myself in the head. I really need to get wise to the situation quicker.
Not to worry though, Sophie is staying at the hostel for another 3 days, just like me. So there is still lots of time. Better brush up on my Norwegian.
To those relatives who read the site, and are weirded out by this insight into my personal life I say this.
It's just the way it is. This site is a place for me to be candid and tell it like it is. I'm not going to suger coat it, I have to be honest.
On another note, I went to the Czech Embassy today and got the paper work to fill out a visa application. It sucks, Americans don't need a visa to go to the Ceska Republika, so why do I? Everybody loves Canada... I thought it was the U.S. that nobody liked?
Takk und god morgen.
means Thank you and good morning in Norwegian.