Brighton

We went to the REAL Brighton Beach. Not the one in NYC infested with dirty immigrants of Russian decent. Those dirty Russians.

It was beautiful but all this wood was showing up on the shore. Turns out the day before a tanker had sank that was carrying lumber. Fancy that, will you. Otherwise, it was nice.

Now when I say the weather in England is beautiful, it doesn't mean sunny, 60 degrees, birds and rainbows. It means its not raining. Period. And when its sunny, its like god smiled on this tiny island and bathes it in a warm glow it is so thankful to have.

We went to pier and it had all these rides on it like a real carousel (very creepy) and a haunted hotel ride (not so creepy). None of them were open in the wee hours of the morning(11) and so we made our way to the Palace! King George the 4th, or the prince regent, built himself a massive palace that looks like its a grand mosque or, at least, from the orient. it's massive and I got thrown out of it for not having a ticket. I wasn't really thrown, but escorted back to the gift shop (I was in the process of stealing postcards. So after being thrown back into the gift shop, I guess it was karma saying I better pay for these).

We walked the board walk and came across a pony named Mary. It belonged to a Little girl who also had a little yorkie terrier. That bitch. I think she is the only person I've ever met who actually got a pony when she asked for it.

Ate more fish and chip and then made my way back home. Oh what a trip!

Yesterday I visited the Geffrye Museum which is a museum of interior designs from 1660-present. It was very cool for a history buff such as myself. Well, I'm not really a history buff, I don't know what I am. I don't know why my computer is being so slow right now. That is no concern of yours of course.

Last night I went out with some school mates to celebrate Rocio and Amelia's birthday's at a place called "The Big Chill". My ears are still ringing from the noise of the music blasting. I got pretty blasted myself, wasting about 20 pounds on drinks alone. But the drinks are so expensive! I couldn't help it. Plus I wanted to be more relaxed when approaching my new classmates that I am slowly getting bonds with. I had a lot of fun. After we were kicked out of the bar, Alex, a mate I was with, started speaking with an American accent- which was to his credit very good. He started going up to random people saying he was from America and I was his sister and annoyed the hell out of them. Then we went up to some french people who hated Americans and I felt very uncomfortable. I started speaking in an English accent trying to prove I was no American. I thought my English accent was pretty good, but some people didn't seem to think so. Whatever, I am awesome and that's all they really need to know.

Eating disaster.

It's time I shower. I had a dream about a watch that could take you back in time but needed 31 days to recharge its battery so you could travel back in time. Sounds like an interesting film.