once upon a time the alarm clock went off. i rolled over pressed snooze. and then got out of bed. i brushed my teeth. put on clothes. and walked out the door umbrella in hand. i got on the tube. made one transfer. walked down a street. and was there. where? the infamous abbey road. you know the one the beatles have on their cover. it made for an early morning- getting there and back before class.
|we made it! happy beatles!|
|abbey road studios.|
|crossing the street. we are going the wrong way, but hey the concept is the same.|
after class i ran home, got my clothes, and headed to metrogate to do laundry. unfortunately i didnt have enough change but didnt realize it until i had started putting my clothes in so i had to run over to a pub across the street to get change. luckily there was a girl getting her clothes out of the dryer when i had to run, so she watched my stuff for me. such a doll. we ended up talking when i got back and she was with the UofU here for a theater study abroad as well. living in none other than hyde park gate. we chatted about what shows we have seen, what we have done, and so on. but in doing so i forgot to put the sweatshirt i was wearing in with everything else. devil. and i cant remember if i put soap in. double devil. so i might have just spent 2 pounds to rinse my clothes. but hey thats better than nothing right? i spent the next two hours in the metrogate computer lab doing homework, facebooking, and blogging. not the most exciting thing in the world.
my clothes finally finished, and oh boy were they hot. i now understand the london fire. they dry their clothes so hot that once it started on fire. but really. phew. except it made it lovely to carry home because i could feel the warmth through my backpack. i came home and cali was still asleep so i put clothes away and packed a little more before waking her up to go for a run. i have found the motivation to go running switches between the two of us. i will be way motivated to go but then i lose my motivation right as she gains hers. its the devil. but makes us run farther which is good.
after running we got ready and then were off to dinner with elly and ashlee before the show. elly had been to this wonderful, cheap, indian express restaurant a few weeks ago- so we decided to go there before the show. so we made our way through the crowds of people of the tube until we got to warren street. we turned left walked for a minute before seeing the lovely pink building that was the indian express...closed. surprise it is only open for lunch. a few laughs later we were on the tube heading to leicester square for the show. we ran back to Mr Wu's chinese buffet that we had gone to the first time we saw a show in the west end for a quick, cheap dinner. We get there with only about 15 minutes to eat and they tell us there were no tables. cali being the proactive girl she is asked if they didnt have any upstairs (which is where we had eaten before) and he told us that he had a large reservation coming. to which she replied we only have 15 minutes. he responds with "oh brother, you girls are on a mission" as he quickly grabs plates and sends us through the buffet, yelling go go go. he was so nice and so sweet and within 15 minutes we were out the door. bellies full as could be. i dont know if i stopped to breathe at any point.
|at Mr. Wu's|
|stolen from Lauren. happy pygmalion.|
|decision to go home. it was a good one.|
|cali with all our "healthy" food. oh wait no.|
to explain the title. i have come to realize i am very selfish. even when i seem to being selfless. examples. im really good at sharing chocolate with people. because then i get to eat it without feeling guilty for eating the whole thing. example two. see all those cookies. they are to take to efy, and give to the other BC's. selfless. nope. its because i want to have one of each kind and if i share i dont have to eat them all, and i will have friends. its the devil. everything i do ends up being selfish i feel. there is no winning. you serve, you get blessings. so i am cursed to be selflessly selfish. hmph.