So I finally got hit by a car

It is true, kind of. Here I am walking in my very cute and complicated boots that all sophisticated women in London have, on my way to Tesco (think Lily Allen song "LDN"). I am crossing the street and this car comes and I start walking anticipating that by the time I get to where we would hypothetically intersect the yellow van will have moved. Unfortunately this did not happen. Instead I misread the situation, which is something rather new for me. The car stopped short, I was in a crowd of people, and in short the result was me slamming my leg into the bumper. My strange shriek of surprise and embarrassment only caught more attention, which for once was unwanted as it was my stupidity that caused the car to hit me, or rather me to hit the car. 

But do not worry, there is no evidence of this debacle besides the mortifying memory stamped on my mind. Also it did not effect my ability to dance until my feet went on strike and walked home 15 minutes before I did. 

The following day I went on my first adventure on my own. The destination: Regent's Park, a 20 minute walk from our flat. My fair roommate Nala told me where to go and I started with a backpack full of crappy Ramen Noodles, chocolate, laptop, readings, and a towel. After walking for a bit I called Papa Montre. However crisis soon struck as I realized I was about 3 minutes from the Thames River (Description: exactly like the Mississippi except smaller and minus the truly disgusting water, sad river side casinos and restaurants, and radioactive catfish). This was the exact opposite of where I was supposed to go, so my dad being the librarian he is, got on GoogleEarth. He told me the closest park was Hyde Park, which is like 50 minutes from our flat, which was the park I did not want to go to but when fate gallivants into your life you have no choose but to jump on for the ride. So I made my way to the Mall and after wal

king for 40 minutes with a 10 pound backpack I was quickly losing the capacity to walk in the straight-line. 

My dad kept saying I would see Buckingham Palace and past that would be Hyde Park. I thought aloud, "Isn't a palace supposed to be like ginormous? The size of like 50 giants? Shouldn't I be able to see it by now past all these trees?" My dad insisted because stubborn runs through all sides of the family. When I reached the mid-point of the Mall, I saw the little red men with the funny hats and thought that perhaps Papa Montre had not steered me wrong. As I walked forward a rectangular building arose, I realized this flat thing must be Buckingham Palace. Sure it's impressive with the golden gates and fancy Queen Victoria statue... but seriously I thought it was gonna have like fancy towers and such. It was kinda flat, but whatever. I'll go back again with friends so I can pose with the guards without being a loser because I do it by myself.

Signing off-- LeahMon