Busy couple of days;

Wednesday I went into town to return some things and on the way back I ran into Silvana. We took the bus back to uni together, on the way onto the bus a drunk guy was getting written up by the police. And then he got on the bus with us. He was mumbling to whoever would listen for the entire bus ride. At one point he was singing. He got off at Lancaster with us. It was ridiculous.

"Its hard being English, you don't know how hard it is, I wish it were easy but its hard, I am superior. There's so many foreigners. America is not the place to go. Just shoot me, shoot me then, like john lennon. I'm more English then the fucking queen. The queen is german. Fuck. I'm in so much pain, you don't even know how much pain I'm in. Here. Here. Here." (must be read in the poshest most stereotypical english accent possible)

Then I took a package to the post office, and the lady decided that it would be cheaper in the long run if I added to the box. The box was already barely closing, but I left it there and got some more things to send home, and re-packed it in the post office. With the help of the nice post office lady, we got a bunch of books and stuff into the already full box, and couldn’t get it very close to closing so we added a piece of cardboard, and I spent the next 10 min taping the box. The post office, of course went silent, as I was taping my box, and everyone was staring, I’m pretty sure my box and I became the laughing stock of the Post office. The people there were really nice and really helpful, but I think the US post office is going to laugh when they see this not quite closed very well taped box come through……

Later Chad, Jenna, Dave, and I spent some time just hanging out down the hall, there was a tootsie roll throw and other random activities that should not have been fun, but we were all over sugared and over tired so they were.

Thursday I went to Carlisle with Carolin and her friend Magda. We went to Carlisle Castle, walked around downtown Carlisle, and then took a bus ride up to see Hadrian's wall. It was a good day, and the view from the wall was really georgeous. Of course, I managed to fall off the wall. And on the way back our bus never came, but we eventually found one that would take us back to Carlisle.

And finally today I hung out outside with the flat, we had a pizza picnic, and just talked. When it started to get dark and cold we went inside and cut Shad's hair. Then resumed our tootsie roll toss.

Tomorrow is flat movie day.