Today I went to the British Library. It was not by choice. I did not look at any Beatles lyrics on napkins, Jane Austen manuscripts, or whatever else they have there. Instead I registered for a reader pass, checked my coat, put all my belongings in a clear plastic bag, and went to read in a room where you can't even bring a pen. You also can't take the books out. Or eat or drink, or whatever. You have to order books and they'll go get them out of strage for you, and then you have to sit there and copy down all the information you need, and then turn the book back in. I guess it's kind of cool in theory, but I am not in that kind of mood. My mood is overwhelmed, which is definitely not the kind of mood you should be in when you go to the British Library for the first time. Well, at least now I know how the place works, for next time. I was so emotionally drained from the experience that I took a nap after dinner--BAD IDEA! Oh man, I am so freaking out right now. Oh man. Freaking out.
Gonna do some shopping at Notting Hill tomorrow. Haven't been there yet.
This sentence just happened in real life, "Did you give him your URL?!"
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Notting Hill - yay! Don't forget to take a picture of the blue door, the bookshop, and climb the fence so you can take a picture of the bench!
What kind of library is that?!! You can't take notes or anything? Dumb!
A girl gave me her URL once, and then I gave it to my girlfriend. It hurt both of us when we peed for about a month.
did you at least read anything interesting? i asked a girl for her url the other day ("yo baby lemme get dat URL") she said she doesn't have a computer. -santee
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