Where is my bloody sugar?

A week has passed and I feel like I have been here forever and at the same time like I just arrived yesterday....soooo weird!!! Still things are kind of new I am still stumbling upon fast walkers every time I decide to stop and smell the roses, which in London means admiring the beautiful city.

I haven't been able to put my earphones on, because I am fascinated with the sounds and noises of the city, I forgot how noisy it could be, so alive so loud screaming every second. Despite the fact I live in a residential area, somebody thought that would be a good idea to have a rooster as pet, Man!!! at 4 in the morning he is playing his best role, where am I???? in Arkansas still???

The new things for me are the London's souvenirs, as tacky as any souvenir in any part of the world, but this ones include images of the Royal Family, wow that is unusual, tea pots and tote bags with William and Harry yyiiaaccckkksss!!!! the worst Camilla and Charles, (have you noticed that the are not very good looking?)...in postcards!!! guys just let me know if you want one.

My heels stayed home today, I literally needed to run for my train. The worring about economy comes and goes, but at the end I know that bees make good honey and is edible!!! I get to the train station I need to take a two stories bus, sooo english, everything is soo fast that I never get the correct amount of money to pay 'cause there are so many coins, I come from Amherst that it could be considered rural Mass, I am not used to this fast lane, I standed there like an old lady counting my coins, today the driver out of pity let me hop on without paying. Another thing that happended is the the case of my glasses was left in one random station, I have been looking for one like crazy, i don't want my glasses to get scratched, just before the train station there is a First World thift store, and there sitting waiting for me a nice little case for 50 pence, such a deal compared with the 20 pound case a Hindu Optometrist tried to sell me, what is up with me and guys wearing turbants... man!!!! again the stupid coins I start to developt a trauma about them...I counted and counted with two nice ladies in line behind me and gosh!!!! 38 stupid pence that was it, is that all? the lady in the register just told me with the mellowest-countryside-british as it can be-accent Don't worry about it. Two times in one day.

I am suffering from caffeine, nicotine and sugar withdrawal, I have been living out of english tea with milk, instant coffee just don't do it for me, I don't want to talk about nicotine and the ice cream of yesterday was nothing compare to what I am craving. I had my lunch in a little plastic bag with a flower sticker on, but at the end with my tea (by the way, at the cafeteria, for hot drinks they have two sizes: small and extra small according to my americanized way of measure drinks, where is my extra mother fucker double venti from starbucks?) I needed it a cookie or something, I got a bag with 3 very small chocolate chip cookies for a pound. I miss US and its fat gorgeous cookies. First bite yyiiaacckkkssss!!!! I wanted to scream so bad. What is this???? What do you think you are doing??? This is an insult to the integrity of the american cookie, you should all be ashamed...Where is my bloody sugar???? I seriously think I am ovulating.