Pixie Dust in Camden Town

Had our first classes today. They were extremely boring and I fell asleep several times. For our contemporary British culture class, I get to talk for ten minutes and introduce the class discussion on the topic of the British Constituation. Yay. Also had my first real traditional English breakfast, including a big flat mushroom and baked beans and tea. It was delectable.

This afternoon we went to the National History Museum, which is ginormous. We saw probably a little more than half of it in 2 hours. The building is 4 floors and about 3 blocks long, amazing architecture. Its just huge. Thats what she said.

Tonight we went to Camden Town. Some people call it lively and young, we all call it freaky and goth and slit-your-wrist town. They have some cool stores/pubs though, and a really cool canal system with locks. We were there because we were looking for Tommy Flynn's, which some mates tell us is a karaoke pub. Of course, I felt compelled to show the world my voice. We didn't find it, which is too bad because this white boy can rap (assuming they had Eminem or DMX). Instead, we walked around for a bit and in the short span of about 10 minutes got offers to purchase drugs 5 times. Truth be told, it was only 4 because the fifth guy was a repeat pitch. It was pretty hilarious. One of them didn't even say words, he just mumbled sounds at us and gave us a look and held his fingers to his lips to mimic a smoking action. Of course, we looked at this experience from a business sense, and I applied my communication knowledge to the situation. The first offer was definitely the most convincing-though he came on a little strong at first. He had the largest menu, which apparently included weed, cocaine, and various pills. He named atleast 6 substances, which was like choosing one thing out of a candy store for us. Mind boggling decisions. So we passed. Another guy didn't try at all on the other hand, simply asking "ganja?" and then giving up after we ignored this paltry attempt.

In the end, we bought nothing from these curious street vendors. After all, herbs are vegetables, and I am set on veggies for three days after my wheatgrass shot on Saturday. Additionally, let the record show that I'm not into that. But atleast now I know where I can go to find cheap aspirine.