I Almost Died Sunday...

Let's talk about that...

Ah, plans and how I constantly break and make different ones. Paris is no different. I'm not going anymore, I decided spending my life savings (seriously, $90 for a train ticket) just to go to Paris is a waste of my time and money plus I only wanted to go to see the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. So, I made a promise to myself that in my future there is a trip to just Spain and France exclusively.
In walks Loryn the Cheapskate with mother's nagging voice in my head constantly complaining about me needing to get a 3rd job just to have money for next semester. And inevitably I have to cancel a flight from Paris to Berlin, I already booked one from Brussels and I bought my train ticket to Brussels ($60) and I just need to look for Hostels which are $8-15 a night in Berlin and then plan something to do or whatnot.
Essentially this trip is only going to cost me $250 with all expenses and maybe even shopping since I don't plan on buying much, just taking photos.

Friday:
Kelly and I went to the National Portrait Gallery where we chilled with Austen, a Bronte sister, George Washington and Princes Harry and William. We wandered aimlessly around for a while since we were near both Trafalgar and Leicester Squares where we found a row of Pizzeria's all selling pizza from the same ovens under different names...
Then we headed over to the Millenium Bridge, unfortunately I did not bring my camera because I thought we were only going to do the Gallery. We did see the Tower Bridge from afar, walked past the Globe, past the replica of my greatx5678 grandpappy Sir Francis Drake's ship and ended up and the London Bridge station where we promptly took it back home.
When I got back ironically my host mother had made me pizza for dinner. After dinner I started listening to LastFM.com and rediscovered DaVinci's Notebook - The Gates. Also, I have decided to officially start stalking Charlie McDonnell if it's the last/only thing I do while I'm here.

Saturday:
I stayed in bed...like all day. I just could not for the life of my find enough energy to move farther than the breakfast table all day.
I finally finished the HUNGER GAMES! Not okay for little kids. I laughed, I cried, I wanted people to stop all the damn dying and killing but I loved it. Kept me on the edge of my seat until the very end.
This was also the day I had my Brussels>Paris epiphany.

Sunday:
I felt guilty for staying in bed all Saturday so I went out in the afternoon and thought I would take some photos at Finsbury Park the tube stop after Arsenal. I got there and some football playing black guy tried to flirt with me but I just laughed him off and kept on walking into the park taking photos. I got some pretty good ones. I found a duck pond with Canadian Geese and swans, this was exciting. Then I found some really cool textured trees with moss only growing on one side with a very noticeable line where it stopped.
On my way back I noticed a store that reminded me of Big Lots in sketchiness and in cheapness so I wandered in and found nicely priced drinks and pistachios. As I was standing in line there was a huge black kid trying to steal a package of cookies after he opened it and ate one. The "security" guy tried to stop him and told him he had to pay for them and the black kid got mad so they started pushing each other around. The black kid got in a punch while the security guy tried to kick him in the groin. Eventually the black kid shoved him into the cash register nearest them and left all pissed off leaving his stick of a cousin behind since he didn't help or stop the big one. By this time the cops have been called and they shut the doors so no one can get in or out but the manager tells them to take the skinny kid to the back until the police get there because she doesn't want to lose customers because of stupid kids.
Needless to say, I didn't almost die. I wasn't even scared he was gonna go all apeshit. I just wanted my pistachios and juice boxes... This is how I came to the conclusion that I will only go to Manor House if I want to return to Finsbury Park.

The End. Bitches.