08:12

So nobody understood the manager the first time. I kind of told the, what he said, and he said it again. Drew kind of apologized and told him he wasn't talking to her, but he obviously didn't believe him. Out waiter was watching us the whole time, and we left them a hefty tip-something like £8. Ridiculous. After dinner, we went back to the square where the bus was and started to play frisbee. The bus drivers and a random little girl got in on it too, it was really fun. We got on the bus after a while to head back. Steve, one of the bus drivers, was hanging out with us at the back of the bus. He was pretty cool. Drew was drawing penis drawings. We stopped at a place for a wee and some food, then after the chaperones had like a 45 minute long meeting, we hit the road again and went back to London. Went to bed pretty early. Slept well. Neil's phone woke us all up with a little song that makes you wanna get up and dance. Good stuff. Went down for breakfast and had ham, croissant, tomato, yoghurt, and tropical juice. It was tasty. We sing someplace today, no one's too excited about it. Some lady is standing outside our window rubbing something on herself that she picked up off the ground. And now she's feeding the squirrels. Sweet.

6/8/08 07:30

After they got the frisbees, Drew asked a lady in the street where we could get some chocolate. She directed us to a newsstand kinda place and we all got 2 or 3 bars of chocolate each. Then we went and sat on the steps in front of the YMCA and ate it. I had an Aero bar, which is like chocolate with little air bubble inside-kinda weird, but it tastes good. We all decided we wanted Italian for dinner, so we went down some steps to the next street down-Bath has a cool layout kindof, it's built on a hill. We went into the first Italian restaurant we found. We ordered without too much incident. Drew, Wesley, Spencer, Colin, and Neil all Shared some pizzas, and Patrick and I got our own pastas. I had Orichette del Casa, which was Orichette pasta, meatballs, and some kind of tomato sauce. Towards the end of the meal, things started to get interesting. The bus girl or whatever started to come around to get our plates. She had a little tie. Drew said, "I like your tie." She kept doing what she was doing for a minute, then said "What?" kind of angrily. Drew said, "Nothing,. I was just saying I like your tie." Then being the dumbass he was, he just called Wesley his nickname, "Pretty Kitty," right as the girl walked behind him. The lady thought he was talking to her, and she quickly went upstairs. We all knew we were in trouble as soon as she did and gave Drew all kinds of crap about it. Sure enough, in a minute, the manager came down (they had put us in the basement because the restaurant was too nice for us) and said, "You all! You all need to be nice to the waitress. She's not your girlfriend, and she's not your sister, ok?" He had a really thick Italian-British accent, and nobody but me could understand him the first time. It was kind of awkward. Gotta go eat breakfast now, but more later.

So I've Gotten A Bit Behind, Yea?

My bad. I've been in Minnesota and Stuff. Think about this for a sec: What's the opposite of going green? Might it be, perhaps, leaving purple? I've always found that the easiest way of figuring out what the opposite of a color is is typing some text that color into Microsoft, then highlighting it. But that's just me. Shall we continue?