London. day 32. 2007.

july, 8 2007.

ha ha.
this is our last day.
that is so strange.
i will definitely miss my flat mates.
and this stupid city.

go for a very early morning walk.
go to the park off of lams conduit.
ran into some goats there.
and they greeted me at the gate.
kind of a random place for goats.
anyway.
the flowers in the garden here are purple.
and they frame the cinema.
i didn't know there was a cinema so close by.
an old bald man walks up with his dog.
this whole scene reminds me of you.

everything is beautiful.
everything is beautiful.

a woman came up to ask me if i knew this area.
i feel like i do.
she was just looking for toilets.
i was glad i could tell her where to go.

sometimes everything seems so fucking beautiful.
the renior cinema in front of me says:
"not here to be loved."

there are too many coincidences here.
its getting really weird.
owen on the carousel, the cairo kid reading slaughter house 5, the july song, on the road in brighton, marlborough

and i don't think i have ever wanted to remember one place so much before.
the three dogs playing in the park.

decide to hang out with the illustration kids, but switch that decision pretty quickly.
the girls go shopping wiht Lafferty.
greg and i go back to camden town to get nachos.
why are they so gooood?
walk forever to get to the design museum.
sneak onto the tubes with greg becase i forgot my oyster card with john.
beautiful day.
go back to the flats.

jillian already gutted it.
and it sucks.
That really made it hit that we are actually leaving.

We planned a flat dinner, at the first place craig, jillian, Genevieve and I all ate at our first night in London. We were going to all eat the same meal we had that fist night: veggie burgers, chips, and the complimentary beer. But as luck would have it, they stopped serving food ten minutes before we got there. So we went to subzero instead. Sub zero is the sister restaurant to the Free House. They have the exact same menus, they just stay open later and have a much more chill atmosphere. But then they didn’t have veggie burgers. Ugh.
We really had a great time anyway though.
Breakfast club.
Exchanged numbers at the flat.
this is actually pretty sad.
Nothing as sad as when Sailer left though.
That was really sad, because he wasn’t coming back to the states with us, but exploring more of Europe. Good for him.