London today... Yay
Just got back from London. Is tired but strangely hyper. It might be something to do with the amount of coffee I drank to keep me awake for driving home.
Anyway, had a hospital appointment at 3, but it wasn't ver productive and all that happened was I got told that I'm physically not as fit as I was six months ago, which I could have told them myself, as I haven't don't much excercise since my relaps after getting flu in October. I has muscle wastage apparently. Have nice thin legs though. XD See, there's a bright side to everything.
So, every time I go to London, I get slightly excited because I think I might see famous people. A couple of months ago I saw Sam Troughton, but that's the only famous person I've ever seen, and I only saw him for a moment when he walked past a coffee shop I was sitting in. I don't know why I get my hopes up really. I'm totally unlucky like that. All my English class went to see A Streetcar Named Desire at the end of August, but I was away on holiday so I couldn't go. However, they just so happened to bump into Jonas Armstrong outside the theatre. Jonas bleeding Armstrong! Now I may not fancy him in the slightest, but I would still happily chew off my right leg for a chance to meet him. Then, to make it worse they forgot to tell me for like a month, then I bought him up one day in English, and they were like, "Oh yeah, wasn't that the dude we met?" My reaction to that was: "WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" This is how blooming unlucky I am!
Still, even if I was lucky, there wouldn't be much point in me seeing anyone significant, because I'd just turn to a puddle of goo in the middle of the street. I know for a fact that if I ever met RA, I would just go bright red and pretend I hadn't noticed him. It's sad really. I am, what one would call, a sado, sad act or other similiar derogitory term.
Anyway, that is the summary of my day; drive, boat up river, hospital, boat back down river, Pizza Express on the South Bank, river back to car, drive home, come online to talk to you lovely people. Nothing exciting, no unexplained celebrity meetings, I didn't even nearly get run over today, which is usually what happens when a village girl like me goes to the big city. XD Pretty boring day all in all. Don't know why I bothered telling you about it.
Toodles! xx
Anyway, had a hospital appointment at 3, but it wasn't ver productive and all that happened was I got told that I'm physically not as fit as I was six months ago, which I could have told them myself, as I haven't don't much excercise since my relaps after getting flu in October. I has muscle wastage apparently. Have nice thin legs though. XD See, there's a bright side to everything.
So, every time I go to London, I get slightly excited because I think I might see famous people. A couple of months ago I saw Sam Troughton, but that's the only famous person I've ever seen, and I only saw him for a moment when he walked past a coffee shop I was sitting in. I don't know why I get my hopes up really. I'm totally unlucky like that. All my English class went to see A Streetcar Named Desire at the end of August, but I was away on holiday so I couldn't go. However, they just so happened to bump into Jonas Armstrong outside the theatre. Jonas bleeding Armstrong! Now I may not fancy him in the slightest, but I would still happily chew off my right leg for a chance to meet him. Then, to make it worse they forgot to tell me for like a month, then I bought him up one day in English, and they were like, "Oh yeah, wasn't that the dude we met?" My reaction to that was: "WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" This is how blooming unlucky I am!
Still, even if I was lucky, there wouldn't be much point in me seeing anyone significant, because I'd just turn to a puddle of goo in the middle of the street. I know for a fact that if I ever met RA, I would just go bright red and pretend I hadn't noticed him. It's sad really. I am, what one would call, a sado, sad act or other similiar derogitory term.
Anyway, that is the summary of my day; drive, boat up river, hospital, boat back down river, Pizza Express on the South Bank, river back to car, drive home, come online to talk to you lovely people. Nothing exciting, no unexplained celebrity meetings, I didn't even nearly get run over today, which is usually what happens when a village girl like me goes to the big city. XD Pretty boring day all in all. Don't know why I bothered telling you about it.
Toodles! xx