11:17 pm. I am in the basement of the Burger King in London again, trying to not continually type the misplaced caps lock key on these cursed European KEYboards... there i go again.

Let's talk a wee bit about identity, shall we? I have been in London for 3 days. I have never left America before. Wanna know how many times I have been mistaken for British, French, German, anything other than American? Loads. One kid from Lousianna tried to take my picture on the London Eye, thinking I was some crazy British girl with blue and pink hair. So funny. aMERICAN teenage girls whisper about the cool british girl's hair. A young couple from Virigina shoot me the meanest look in a donut shop. British boy tells me my hair is bloody brilliant and is then shocked when he hears my accented Thank you. Everyone told me that I would fit in in London, which so far has been true and yet not true. Suit men and women marvel at me in the tube (is marvel the word for negative staring?) and teenagers smile at me in the comic shop. But overall, Londoners in my three days of travel have been very much colorless, grey, all tweedy trench coats and proper propers. Perhaps other parts of the city will be different. Either way, I AM my own nation. Where are you from they will ask and I will create a new accent all my own and say, Seamonster_land. Yes, Seamonster underscore land.

Let's talk more about my trip. Oh wait. Let's talk about weight. HaHA. Before we left America, I successfully ate four, yes four pieces of pecan pie. Brilliant. Stress, yummy, but horrible. I arrived in London after a 7 hour flight with swollen ankles and a puffy face. I have no idea how much weight I gained from the pie, but I felt horrible. London hasn't done much for my weight loss journey either and it sucks because, well the food is awful. I make up for that by hitting the Cadbury machines everytime I see one. Yes, Cadbury Machines! I even got some mini eggs for 20p from a bubble gum type machine. Anyway. I am pretty sure that the 224 that I weighed before I left home is totally frelled and I am back up to like 227 or 8 or 9 or oh, damn it. 230. I HAVE HAVE walked and walked and walked so maybe it all works out, but we will just have to see when we get home. This whole tiny lapse, gain has made me feel awful in a physical way, not emotional, of course because I am a strong girl who has blue hair and an orange scarf and mary janes on my feet. Why is it that i always fall back on my own personal style to feel better. aM i like vapid or what? Just call me Cordy. If you get that reference, you are rad.

OK. So. London. Food = bad. People = slightly boring. Things I saw today = not to complain... but um... bored now. The British Muesem is totally over-rated and full of stolen crap. The Tate Modern art gallery. Um. Designer purses for £75#!? Lame lame mclame. The things that everyone told me were must-sees were totally worthless and tame. Get me away from here, I'm dying. But the leather chairs for sitting in the Tate Modern were brill. Comfy and made me sleep.

Tomorrow is a new attempt at our day trip to Stonehenge and Bath. I am a little concerned that it will also be a bust since it is planned and a touristy thing and the best things we have done have been accidents and not touristy things. But who knows.

I was just thinking that I love the way my eyes feel in their sockets and I am not even on drugs. I swear it. Think about it right now. How your eyes feel in their sockets and then think about where you are in life. That is what I am doing right now in the basement of a Burger King in London, with the smell of onion rings wafting around me like some crazy fog. I am in a moor of fast food weather. LIke the heroine in a Bronte book, you are my charges and my living quarters are this PC lab and the tiny hotel room up the street. And I am thinking about where I am in life. And I am unsure and so sure all at once. Silly girl, I am. My french watch says it is 0:03. I think that means midnight. This is the 0:03 time of my life. Secretly past midnight and I am not even asleep or sleepy.

Half way through my vacation and I am sorta looking forward to both the rest of the trip and being home again. I want to be able to work on my weight loss journey for real, yo! And I can't do that here here here. I also haven't made anything in days and days and my hands are getting bored.