Annis the Engineer

***I wrote this entry this morning, but my internet, or rather the neighbor's internet that we steal, was down.***

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12 something pm:

I have limited time to write this morning, but I figured I'd update for my devoted readers (ABERLZ):

Last night while Miranda was raving-it-up with hot cuban bloaks [and not getting "slaughtered," as the Brits say, due to the steep liquor prices], Charlotte, Samantha and I decided to stay in and create some fun of our own. What did we do, exactly? We played the "light a match and say the entire alphabet before the match burns out" game- pretty self-explanatory, we facebook stalked for a few hours, and they all watched as I freaked out from getting denied *Geenie (...think illegalities). I was given a number from a friend and when the time was right, I made my move: I texted him. Conveniently for me, he "was out," total bulloks, and on top of crushing my hopes and dreams, he was a little rude to me! Maybe in his mind it was necessary for him to crudely poke fun at me, but I did NOT appreciate it. You might think I'm being a little uptight, but you didn't read his mean-spirited text messages. As for what he actually said, I'll spare you. Just know that I wasn't happy. Times like that make me appreciate my geenie suppliers in the states. 

When it got dark, the three of us went into the living room, turned off all the lights and attempted to tell ghost stories; it turned into us philosophically assessing the prevalence of spirits, forces, God, etc. If I ever feel like being really controversial, maybe I'll write about it. I've just had a few crazy faith-related experiences and it was nice to be around people who can relate... gotta love the 'mates!

When we were done with all that silliness, Sam & Char decided to catch some Z's, so I took the time to call my family! I talked to my mom, my sister, her huge, motorcycle ridin' boyfriend, and my father. Let me give you the breakdown of my father: he's 50% Jamaican, 50% British and 100% FUNNY!! The way he was talking last night, he could've gave Tracey Morgan a run for his money. Tots serious. Winston is honest and will answer anything you ask him... he's heard it all. Just picture an older, burnt out man [who looks/acts like he smoked wayyy too much weed in his day]. As a matter of fact, last night I asked him if he used to smoke weed and he said yes! I guess the apple truly doesn't fall too far from the tree :) He also gave me the lowdown on Rasta's here in Londontown and warned me about getting involved with them. What a caring soul my father is. Want to know more about Winston? Well he's a bit of a free spirit who's lived just about everywhere at one point in his life, all he watches on the tele are Sanford & Son and CNN, his favorite foods are hot dogs and fish, and he dances when he gets excited. He was a little upset with me that I didn't call Annis, my mysterious British cousin who happens to be named after the body part that people poop from. Last night, he told me she was an engineer, hence the blog title. I really should call her...

Time to get ready for a full day of shopping and such with Samantha. Apparently Howard Howard invited all the girls out to some bar... If he's buying my Stella's, I'm down. I'll keep you updated.

Cheers.

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6:40 pm:

Just got back from shopping with Sam. We went to Covent Gardens and I seriously think I struck gold. I went there wandering by myself the other day, but apparently I wandered in the wrong direction. I completely disregarded Neal Street in the past, but now I know where all the hot stores are... or at least in Covent Gardens. Among my purchases, I must say my favorite was the pink kicks I got from a store called, Size. Not gonna lie, I've heard of that store before, but it's bananas; when I walked in, I thought I died and went to sneaker heaven. Thank GOD for Neal Street and my parent's money. 

Nap time... gotta sleep off the 3 tons of food I just ate. My roommates are just learning that when I get too full, my brain shuts down. Weird, I know. Also, shouts to my good friend Jeremy who's in the Netherlands. Sadly, he will be attending a Snoop Dogg concert without me, but soon we will be reunited. 

Cheers.