today

today has been an ok day. i came in and had nothing to do so ascked a couple people for projects, which they gave me. have been happily thinking about that dream i had. don't you just love it when a dream is so good that it gets you in an exccellent mood and you just stay that way for a long length of time afterwards? i do. it always reminds me that my imagination has the ability to make me feel in a good mood, which is something that i don't remember a lot of times.

 

i'm going to get some groceries after work and i am excited to try out some new recipes. i'm going to attempt to make pot roast, for one thing. hopefully it won't fill me up like the one i had on sunday when i was with laura at a british pub (which by the way was very charming and had things on the wall such as a timeline of the history of england). i had a sandwich and it was literally, let's see here...at least 4 or 5 inches high. it was weird. and then i ate it and felt really horrible (stomach wise, as usual). the pain went away before i had to throw up or anything, though. i bet you really wanted to know that piece of information. i then went back to laura stating that i really dislike my digestive system, and that from now on i would only eat rice, and she suggested i also eat crackers.

 

sarah, remember when we had just been at the british library and we were looking for a place to eat and spotted a pub? upon going in we had no idea what to do. we walked around for a couple of minutes and then, as nobody approached us and we were very confused, we just walked back out. then we went to mcdonald's. :D where there was this cashier with whom sarah had some mixup involving the word "cheese" which i don't remember. sarah, please enlighten us on that mixup.

 

oh, london. did i ever mention that one time we went to subway on leicester square because we were really super hungry and tired (we really did go to more places than just american chain fast food places, i promise) and my total was £3.40 or something like that. So I gave her £4, and she said, "No, it's £3.40." And gave it back. So I had to get exact change. Which was perplexing for me because it was sort of difficult to get a handle on which coins were which. There are a lot of them and they are all really similar in appearance, and just like American money size doesn't go with amount. There was some coin like 25p which we were always confusing with a £2 coin or something. They had £1 and £2 coins, 1p, 2p, 5p, 10p, 20p, 25p, 50p, etc (am I right? I don't know, I could have added some there). So like a million more coins than I'm used to. It takes like 2 transactions for your wallet to get completely full and bursting from coins. The only one I ever really got straight was £1. Luckily, in the Subway incident I was able to give her exact change, after digging around and pondering for a while. What if I didn't have any change? What would she have done? Probably kept the £4 and not given me change. I wonder if anyone has ever thought of making a coin for every single amount possible. that would suck.

 

my sisters just called me at work. that was weird but cool! they said that they were wondering where my grandparents were. apparently they did not tell anyone that they were going to babysit at my aunt's. my sisters said that they are probably mad at my mom. i don't blame them, not one bit! gotta go.