I had an awful awful morning. My brother was going to go visit a friend up North (well…she lives in Mansfield. Which is northerly) which involved a 4 hour bus ride. Only he never got on the bus because he’s an idiot (i know, i love him really) so my parents were yelling at him down the phone (he had been there 45 minutes without calling home or trying to ask directions. Seriously- he was at Victoria Station…trying to find Victoria Bus Station. He is an idiot) and then yelling at each other and then my dad felt guilty and drove up to London to drive my brother all the way to Mansfield. Gah. Which never happened- he just came home instead. But i had to go to guitar which i just didn’t want to do…so i cried…and me and my mum went to The Natural History Museum instead.
Yes i know it was a rather random whim, but a very satisfactory one. I saw dinosaurs! And the big blue whale! And ate a really really nice sandwich (i don’t often like sandwiches so this is a big deal for me). I haven’t been to that museum in years. Unfortunately, they replaced the mechanical-dinosaurs-eating-another-still-half-alive-dinosaur-thingy/exhibit which just one T-Rex. You wouldn’t think that was scary, but it is! It can narrow it’s eyes!!! You walk past it like “huh, dramatic lighting and roaring noises won’t scare me…yeah its looking at me so what?…ITJUSTNARROWEDITSEYESANDMEOMGWHATIFITSALIVE!?!?!?”. You can tell i used to watch Jurassic Park too much as a child, can’t you? Actually, i’m not sure if it was the dinosaurs which really scared me, or the bit where the RV is hanging off the cliff (which was actually in the second Jurassic Movie…i think that they’ve just merged into one crazy-long epic movie in my head). Wait…Jurassic Park was a book?! I should have known. Oh well. I now just feel the need to re-watch them.
But anyway. It was trouble going into London. I feel rather good successfully navigating with the District and Central Lines closed and not stopping at Green Park due to overcrowding. We got…creative. (Okay that sounds ominous. In reality it just meant a lot of changing lines for something which could have been so simple).
I bought a shirt! It says “bite me” with a print of a T-Rex skull. The actually skulls are really impressive, like 1.5m long! I got so excited seeing those dinosaur skeletons. And stuffed Giant Pandas and Yaks and Moose (yes! the plural of Moose is Moose! i have no idea who i was talking to that about but i hope you read this) and ZOMGWTFBBQ A GNU! I think i got some funny looks because i was waving at the animals. So what? Stuffed animals are my friends. I wonder if there will ever be stuffed people in museums…like if aliens took over the planet (i don’t think that is likely but hey) or like in Planet of the Apes when Taylor sees one of his crew has been stuffed and put on display. Keep thinking about Taylor. Keep thinking about Abraham Lincoln coming back from the dead as a Zombie and me having to be his nurse and like…sew his limbs on for him (possibly because am now addicted to a new webcomic: Thinkin’ Lincoln).
Anyhow. Go to the museum! Not the creepy new section. That’s just ew. Oh and other events this week: I am a pathetic person once more serving drinks at Parent’s Evening. And we played the EU Farm Game (fun fun fun) in Geography. Bite me.
