Obviously, I've decided to make a blog. I've been going to school just outside central London, England for about a month (it'll be 1 month in 4 days I believe). And today... 4 days short of a month into my trip, I'm writing about it. I'll stop once I'm not here anymore.
Before I forget, let me remind myself and you of the gigantic ass-snake I saw the other day. I was in a bar on campus, and this clown was bobbing his head, just hanging out in the middle of the bar.. with no one. I was waiting behind a group of already wasted "uni" kids trying to push their way to the front to order 26 tequilla shots for a whole table of people they didn't know but who probably ended up having an orgy that night, and didn't invite me, because I didn't pay for anyone's drink. So I'm standing behind all those mothefuckers, waiting patiently for a single pint of beer I could enjoy at a picnic table outside, and this dude is just standing in the middle of the floor, no clear cut homies, not talking to anyone, looking around with this grin on his face, bobbing his head. He's sipping some sort alcoholic beverage (which might explain the look on this dudes face, that or he was getting sleepy from a roofie someone slipped into it), and I can see him looking at me through the corner of my eye, and I pretend to look at the "menu" of drinks behind the bar. But obviously I can't see it behind the crowd of drunk bitches, and this guy is just waiting for me to take a look so I could appreciate his.. sweet pinstripe buttondown shirt or something. I give in. I take a look at this guy, and he's Mr. Cool. His hair is slicked back (but I don't understand how because it didn't look wet or anything. It just looked like my dry, unslickable hair, but it was slicked. Maybe you'd have to see it to believe it.) And he's a little shorter than me, takes a sip of his drink, looks at me (with that weird grin), nods (not just a single, this was like a triple nod... like a "fuck yes") and looks away (all the while bobbing his head to the shitty song pounding over everyone's voices). Why the FUCK was it so important for me to look at this dude if he was just going to nod yes to me and continue looking like a slick master of cool, and not talk to anyone. I didn't let it bother me, but I saw him again the next night talking to one of my friends and I started laughing alot because he looked exactly the same and he just looks like such a goofy ass dude, when really if you saw this guy you'd think he's a chick magnet or whatever. I think he's just a snake. Honestly, he was like the definition of snake. You don't hate him for any reason, but I knew he'd slither away from the bar that night and eat a cow whole or some shit.
Oh yeah and if you're wondering how ugly the girls in England are, they're not all ugly. There's plenty of hot girls on campus. OH, and if you're wondering if I'm getting any action. No, I'm not. So that answers that.
I'll keep this updated.
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