I am writing this entry a day late (On the 17th) because I had once again decided not to stay up and be bothered, but to go to sleep at the unimaginable early hour of 7:00. So I began the day by getting up and figured out what I still had left to see in London. I had actually accomplished a fair bit in the previous days, so all that really remained were the markets and Kensington Palace. Corrine wasn't really feeling very cherry because of her predicamen...

So, today I got off to a slower pace than usual. I had decided that it was high time for me to stop sleeping until 7:00, and to add a few hours onto that total, so I woke up around 10:00, and then went down to Leicester Square again, to pick up my theater tickets. It is far less memorable during the daylight hours. On the way there, some guy tried the pickup line "Do I know you from somewhere?" while I was on the tube, and then passed me his card to go ...

So, my alarm didn't go off this morning, so I woke up at 8:00 rather than my originally intended 7:00. This completely stuffed up the chances of me taking a hot shower. By the time I looked decent enough to venture out of the dorm room, the breakfast nook had already closed, which possibly may have explained my irritable temperament today. Because the weather started out as a little dodgy this morning, I decided to check out the Tower of London and St. Paul&#...

February 13th 2007So today I had intended to get up at 8:00, but ended up getting out of bed at 7:00 in the morning, because the girl beside me is a substitute teacher and got called into work. So, I dragged myself down the ladder and went downstairs to grab breakfast, which I ate with Susan (the Hungarian girl) after that, I tried to upload some photos, but had no luck, so I may try the internet cafe down the street later. I left the hostel and took the tube dow...

So, I am writing this entry two days into my stay in London, but I think that I should start from the beginning. Departure day was a tough one, and not by one stretch jolly. Tyler, Emily, and the assorted family which had assembled were watery eyed at the gate, and I had convinced myself that staying home watching re-runs of poorly written sitcoms would be an excellent alternative to an all expenses paid six month jaunt in Europe. But somehow, or another, I manag...