It was dark, and I was over.

I love free wireless in hotel rooms. Well, I love technology in general cuz' it's only then that I can keep track of all my friends at home AND update them on my happenings.

Today, the folks and I made our way to London! We took the train from Manchester to the London Euston station.

Our London hotel is right next to King's Cross Station! I really did have half a mind to grab a trolley and ram it into the pillar between platforms 9 and 10.

We took the tube down to Liverpool street and walked through Petticoat Lane, a flea market. Saw many brilliant things, couldn't buy much cuz' of luggage space (THE BLOODY BANE OF THIS HOLIDAY, I SWEAR.) but I *did* get a new leather jacket! It's really bulky and thick though which inevitably means LESS shopping. :'(

Then we walked to Covent Garden from Holborn Station. It's this quaint little piazza area where they sell the odd thing here and there. The street theatre is REALLY great! I really do wish that my mac could read my camera and I could show you all the wonderful pictures that I've taken. There are magicians, sword-jugglers, stunt people doing really dangerous stuff..

After that, we walked around West End! It being Sunday though, all the theatres were closed. Which didn't bode well for me since I REALLY wanted to catch a musical. Or play. OR ANYTHING. I can't even decide what to watch first! Wicked? We will rock you? Les Mis? I went crazy just STARING at the posters longingly. (I swear, *little* drool came out.)

Finished our little tour of London's downtown with Piccadilly Circus and Ripley's Believe it or not! We didn't actually go for the museum tour. I wanted to, but tickets are a little pricey and I do rather go with my friends. So I told my parents that I'd just go on my own.

Honestly, today was a pretty good day! The only thing that kinda spoilt it (as it had for the past few days) was the constant bickering between dear ol' ma and pa.

I love them. I do. But they tend to say stupid, stupid things that make me go 'Fuck. It's gonna start.' And of course, it does.

It makes me pissed off that they can't shut it up for two weeks. And that they don't realise that they won't be seeing me for a year and I wouldn't want my last physical memory of them to be them fighting over the hotel room states, or food, or anything else.

I mean, SERIOUSLY.

Anyway, I'll still dearly miss them. Let's just pray that they'll realise how much more they need each other than they think they actually do.

We're going to Madame Tussauds' tomorrow! Hopefully, it'll be fun and I won't freak out too much in the horror section like I did when I was 6. (I may have even cried then..)

Till then, loves! Tah tah!