I’m sick in bed, so I might as well post. I woke up sick yesterday and only stayed for Sacrament meeting before heading back home. I tried to have soup, but when I was done I felt worse. I fell asleep for an hour and when I woke up I felt even worse. I was online talking to friends in and felt better so I had some toast with nutella and a banana, and I felt even worse. I couldn’t sleep for hours because my stomach was revolting against me. I think the bread I had for breakfast and snack was slightly mouldy… that may have contributed. So today I’m going to just rest. Watch movies/Arrested Development, sleep, and generally not do much. The only thing that sucks is that I don’t have wireless internet and I’ll have to be sitting at my desk to do anything instead of snuggled up in bed. :(
Remember that photo I told you all about, where I had to draw from the deck of cards? Well there it is. I really like it, and it was super cool that I got to take part in that project.
But here’s what happened to me this week.
Monday was a normal not-too-much going on day. I ran and did sit ups, but I was not feeling particularly happy about myself since I now have two pairs of trousers that I cannot fit into. I’m not ok with this. For FHE we did a funny skit like ‘The Dating Game.’ It was all good, but the boys were definitely funnier.
Tuesday something bad happened. First I ran over 3 miles and got ready for my day. I had every intention of going to Westminster Abbey, but I got lost and ended up in TopShop, then Zara, then H&M, then Schuh, etc. I also bought some makeup for the first time in like forever. I told myself I wouldn’t buy clothes whilst I was here, but that all went out the window today. I was very good about it though. I took pictures of everything I tried on and went home to think about it before I spent any money. Then I spent the evening talking to friends online.
Wednesday was a good running day. I ran 3.7 miles, at least. And during my half way break I stopped to watch the Changing of the Guards. It wasn’t super exciting, but I saw some people standing right outside the doors of Buckingham Palace, so they were probably famous or something. I went back into town to buy the things I decided upon and I only spent £100. And I got a lot for that, so I’m pleased. I hadn’t, however, eaten because I was planning to eat in town, but I didn’t get around to it. And on the train home imagining all the delicious things I was going to make when I got in I realized that it was 3.30 and I had to get on the opposite train and run to make it to class on time. I didn’t make it on time, but it was fine. Chef made Saint Honore, and so that was my lunch… I didn’t feel well afterward. I talked online to a few people, and felt sad because Hilary wont come back to BYU with me and I will miss her dreadfully. I don’t know what I’ll do without her.
Thursday. It is amazing how comfortable I am living here. Sometimes I have to step back and think, goodness, I’m in London! I live in London! If I don’t, walking down Oxford Circus or past the Tower of London or Buckingham Palace doesn’t really phase me. And I’m definitely not scared. But it’s amazing that I am here and thank you to everyone who helped me come. During class we made Madelines and Lemon Cake. Both were fabulous.
I gave him a big hug. Later when I asked him about it he said that he would have wanted someone to do the same for his little sister. He comes off as an immature jerk, but there is something good about him. Plus, I know he was disappointed that David had to spend his night with his Ex, who obviously was discontented with the situation, instead of me. It was great. Most people left before we started any movie, and I played the guitar and sang ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ for everyone. We watched some of Labrynth before Leslie and I left around midnight. We only just made the Night Bus. And it was uneventful as usual until we were almost at our stop. This drunk guy got on and sat just next to us and he kept trying to talk to us… He told Leslie how great her glasses looked with her whole ‘look.’ I started to engage her in conversation in French so he would leave us alone. It worked. We got off at the next stop. Poor thing had to take a taxi the rest of the way home because her bus wasn’t stopping anywhere near. But she got home safely. I had to wait 30 min for the 24 to show up. I don’t know what it was about Valentine’s Day, but EVERYONE was drunk. The city was just teeming (or tottering) with drunk teens and adults alike. It was quite disconcerting.
I got home around 1 ish and before I went to bed I checked my facebook, and who should be on, but David Perry. I let him keep me up until past 2. This whole weekend has seemed like one long day with little naps interspersed. But it was a good weekend. Very good.
Sunday I woke up sick.