on Thursday Alexandra and i decided that all the food at uni looked rather unappealing, so we headed out to Pret to pick up some lunch. but then i remembered that Chipotle had just opened on Baker St.!

talk about a happy girl. granted it’s not as great as it is in the states, but still fulfilling. i had a burrito bowl and it filled the gap. we were lucky we went at the time we did though, because when we were leaving the line was out the door! reminded me of Dallas lunchtime

had such a busy weekend with my father here and i loved every minute of it! on friday evening we went and saw Jersey boys a west end musical.

it wasn’t bad but the music isn’t really my generation, or my fathers for that matter. so towards the end everything just shouldn’t the same to me. but worth seeing if you’re into that kind of music!

Saturday during the day we just walked around london to see various things. walked all the way from marylebone, down to marble arch. through green park, past buckingham palace, down to pimlico and saw the london eye and westminster abbey.

then walked back from trafalgar square to my flat! even saw winston churchill perving on my father by bond street…

talk about being tired before going out to dinner and the pub..

going out for dinner in a bit with le beautiful alexandra. lost my appetite recently and having someone cook for me sounds so much better and appetising, after all everyone has gotta eat. lets hope theyve got something simple.

simon took me out for dinner. we went to the wetherspoons as baker street. not too expensive in other words

so happy i’ve got such a nice guy that knows automatically when i’m not feeling 100% and makes sure that i’m back to happy in less than 60 seconds. couldn’t ask for more.

had a caesar salad, not the best, but edible! simon had a lovely burger with.. dare i say it?.. chips! yummy.

enjoyed chatting over a glass of wine. he’s off to pick up one of his better mates at waterloo and then i’m off back to wetherspoons in an hour or so to meet people for drinks.. and who knows maybe some clubbing? ajaj daddy wouldn’t approve, haha!

wednesdays are my longest day’s at uni. 3 classes. i’m not complaining too much though, it’s why i got to school isn’t it?

leaving here soon to head to baker street, just  bringing my stuff with me to class, can’t be asked going home and then walk back to the park.

anyways, will probably be very busy today so have a good wednesday!

went to wetherspoons with simon hanna and alex for a couple of drinks. simon left after one, i guess he doesn’t understand swedish

had a couple of drinks with the girls. didn’t feel like going ‘posh clubbing’ so we went home. been sat chatting with hanna about everything. so happy she’s in london! she’s staying the night tonight, and then tomorrow i think we’re going to watch the boys play hockey!

on wednesday evenings i’ve got business law from 6-9. not the best situation, but it’s alright cause the lecturer is quite good and there’s 3 girls in that class that are really nice. so we decided after class to go for drinks.

meher, anna, courtney, and i all went to wetherspoons on baker street. two jugs each and a couple of shots later i was in class at 9 am! wasn’t even hungover, so i think it may become a tradition…

went to the pub for a quick ‘drink’ with some people. although i was waaay to tired to be really sociable and loved my water. free is a luxury.

anyways i’m really worn out, so it’s off to bed for me. a good nights sleep and then week number two and regent’s.. scary!

leaving from baker street as soon as my dad has gotten to the baggage claim. then tube to paddington, and meeting my dad from the heathrow express! it’s so nice being closer to the airport now, wasn’t too great sitting on the tube for an hour and a half before :/

simon got really antsy about just staying in all day yesterday so after dinner we got ready and went out for a quick drink..

little did we know what our night would end up being so much more.

we walked to the high street and went to the marylebone. they had a deal on cocktails, two for one, so i made simon have drinks with me hehe. let me tell you he did not enjoy drinking a watermelon cosmopolitan! (although it was gorgeous) we also tried the pear julip (no bueno), elderflower margarita, and lychee chili! drunk? yes.

then instead of being sensible and going home i somehow convinced simon that going out, just the two of us, was an amazing idea!

so there we were, walking down the high street to oxford street, swigging a bacardi breezer. we must have been quite the sight.

got to strawberry moons and decided to go for the jugs. danced around, acted like idiots, chatted with some americans, then headed home.

for some reason simon decided to be my ‘pimp’, so i sat in corners on oxford street, in heels a dress and a chanel bag, begging for money. i’ve never laughed so hard in my life. thinking about it today, people must have thought i was ridiculous, which i am. then we tried to convince a bike taxi to take us back to mine for 5 pounds.
‘how much is it to marylebone?’
’15′
’5′
’10′
’5′
‘no can do, 10 is the lowest i’m going’
‘never mind then’

and that happened about three different times.

then simon caught sight of the barclays bikes. yep, you guessed it. he decided to take me for a ‘ride’, which more or less included me trying to hold on for my dear life whilst simon tired to stay up right.  we fell, and fell, and fell. then finally i said no more, i’m walking the rest of the way.

so just as we turned off regent’s street a BMV drives up and tried to get my attention, simon blew the guy a kiss. now apparently the guy didn’t like gays, so he got out the car and spat in my face? yeah OOOOOOKAY THEN. it all went downhill from there. 4 dirty sand people against me and simon, seems fair.. not. so another couple walking past decided to help out. and looking back on it now, it would have been soo funny to watch. guys beating up the idiots who started it, one girl trying to claw people’s eyes, and yet another girl hitting the guys with her purse.

called the cops, had their license plate number, waited, waited, waited… then finally the police came and guess who got a ride home in a cop car? me.

not because i’d done anything wrong, simply cause simon asked ‘sooo uhh,.. mind giving us a lift home?’

what a night.