Alright, so I'm currently pirating someone's wireless connection, sitting in a flat in London. You probably know why, unless you don't know me and you found me on Google or something. But in that case, I don't care about you anyway.
We left the comfortable-but-boring world of Ohio three days ago, and after six hours in the aeroplane (over the sea) we arrived. So far, life here hasn't been too interesting. No one's gotten lost, no one's been picked up by the police, and no one's really done anything. We did manage to eat dried pigs' blood without knowing what it was, but seeing as it somehow became part of a traditional English breakfast, that isn't too surprising. They call it "black pudding," in case you're wondering. Go try it. It isn't too bad.
Schedule for the following week is pretty elementary. Tomorrow, we're going to Greenwich. Not quite sure exactly how we'll get there yet. Wednesday, I gotta take a math placement test for the American School but I could fail it and it wouldn't really matter. In fact, I might, since I haven't done any math in three months, and I have no idea what's going to be on it. But if I do, I gotta endure some bullshit math class for 4 months. But I'm sure I won't and all that fun shit. I think they're gonna make me meet with some college counselor, too. What happens if I tell the counselor I don't want to go to college? Hehe, I wanna try.
As my reward for taking a test six days before school starts, I'm gonna see Pretty Girls Make Graves that night. Getting out of the boonies is nice. If you've never heard them, you should go download a song ("This is Our Emergency" and "The Get Away" are the best) so you can be jealous of me. And shit.
If you really gotta talk to me, try to find me online around midnight, or a bit later. That means 7:00 pm for all you losers in the United States. You can also call me, but that's expensive. Phone number is 020 7637 1998. (You'll have to call 011 44 20 7637 1998 from America, but you probably want to use one of these unless you've got a lot of money to burn.) We got four mobiles too, but we haven't divided them up yet, so I dunno the number of mine. But don't call that, because it's expensive for both of us.
I gotta get off this wireless network before someone figures out I'm on it, although seeing as it's 1:45 in the morning, that's pretty unlikely. As always, you can email me at simon@simonster.com.
—S.
Posted by Simon at August 23, 2004 08:46 PM