woke up around 11 am (finally slept in a little bit). it took me awhile to get up since i was debating sleeping in a couple of more hours to see where this recurring dream that i've had would go. in the dream, i'm running towards a cabin in the woods with some of my friends. there's something following us and i'm really fearful of what or who it is. we run into the cabin and lock all the doors and shut all the windows. however, some of my friends are hot so they decide to leave just one window open since it has a screen. everyone leaves the room, but for some reason, i just sit in front of the window with all the lights off and wait for "the thing" to finally come.
didn't get to see where that went though since my phone kept getting incoming texts. it was my dad asking me to get dressed and help him out. i guess i'll go with him to his storage facility...
so he meets me at the flat and he tells me that he's rented a car since the storage facility is not easy to get to by bus or tube. okay this will be interesting.
"dad, have you driven here before?"
"um...yeah one time when i moved..."
"oh how did that go?"
(then i think back to when he told me a traffic light took his picture repeatedly throughout the day when he was driving a big truck when he moved...)
anyhow, it was terrifying. lol. no really, i was afraid for our lives since all rental cars are stick shift with your left hand and steering with your right hand (driver's side is reversed). i seriously had to recite happy song lyrics inside of my head so that my dad would stay calm anytime he looked at me. instead of a terrified jaw clench, i tried to exhibit an amused smile. it was really crazy navigating through streets that didn't have street signs and dealing with jay-walkers that didn't even look to see if there was oncoming traffic (which there always is). it certainly was an adventure and not one that i generally would like to have again (unless my dad obtains a british driver's license). oh and unless england can drive on the normal side of the street...
the rest of the day was filled with laziness. lots of reality television and really long british commercials. if you thought our commercials were long back in the states, you would start to squirm watching these ones. on top of their length, a lot of them don't have anything to do with the product that they're trying to advertise. for example, there can be an ad showing parachuting, and skiing, and the tropics, and it would turn out to be an ad for m&m's. is this why they call it british humor?
other things that are weird/make me laugh:
-spelling: humour, flavour, organise (okay yeah, i did spell technicolour the british way)
-always say take-away when you buy food so you don't have to pay an extra dollar to sit down at their facility plus tax
-even though it's called "w.c." (wash closet), everyone says "loo" or "toilets" which is kind of the opposite of proper eh?
-even if you're standing in front of the bus stop clearly waiting for a bus, they will not stop unless you wave your hand to signal your desire to get on a bus
-crisps= chips=french fries, but tortilla chips are still chips
-tomato= ta-maw-toe
-pasta= pass-ta
i helped make dinner and was rather proud of the outcome. we had roast lamb with potatoes and salad. i was in charge of the potatoes which doesn't sound very impressive, but if you tasted them, you might be surprised (and a little impressed?). ingredients included: potatoes, onions, garlic, paprika, extra virgin olive oil, rosemary, chives, parsley, bay leaf, pepper, salt, and a hint of sugar.
i finally started getting to reading some of my books that i brought. optimistically thinking, by the end of this trip i will have read the following:
-Across the Wall by Garth Nix
-The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor
-The Road by Cormac McCarthy
-Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
wish me academic luck!
the rest of the night was more lounging around and being lazy. that prior adventure of the day really drained most of my energy and mental well-being. end of day 3.
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