Forces of darkness

I got a bit overcharged for my gym membership, which is sad. Fortunately, it's only ten pounds, but I was still pretty angry about it.
Also, I had to change my gym orientation time due to a walking tour we were doing that evening, but it turns out the stupid blond had signed me up for a nonexistent orientation time anyways. So I got one that actually works- and exists- and headed off.

Otherwise it was a decent day... I slept way in, got up to try to sneak in to use the gym before my orientation and wimped out, came home and showered (though I accidentally rushed the maids... I spent a half hour in the Curve drinking hot cocoa and watching Dr Horrible on my iPod to give them time, but they still hadn't finished my room. I need to remember to take the toilet paper out next time, too, she soaked through a quarter of a roll which is a bit unfortunate). I made a pizza for lunch and did some Diff Eq homework, went to Diff Eq where USC Kevin made fun of me for having done some homework, went and did a bit more work, and then met up with my friends. We went and did this "Ghost Tour" of London, which had a lot more history than ghost stories, though the ghost stories were still pretty fun and cool. I really liked the story of Scratchy Fanny of Cock Lane- turns out the whole thing was a hoax and the couple kept ripping people off by advertising the hauntings. We also saw where John Smith was buried, which is kind of cool. And Fred the Poltergeist's abode- the Viaduct Tavern. He rings the bell if he doesn't like his clientele, and switches out the beer and the soda.

I had a delicious ham and cheese pasty I bought in the tube station after the tour since I was starving (I was sort've upset around dinner time and that always makes me lose my appetite) and then we went to a restaurant called something about a cow, I don't quite remember, and I had fantastic cake, and then came back to my room where I was going to do work but got distracted.

I am pretty excited for this volunteer program I'm doing, it's called Magic Me. Tomorrow, seven other students and I are meeting to plan out what we're doing, exactly, then the next Wednesday we're going to an old folks home and doing arts and crafts with them, and then the next week we're going to a grammar school and doing something similar, and then the fourth week we walk the kids over to the old folks home and arts and crafts all together, "challenging age stereotypes." I'll keep ya'll up on how that's going.

Here's a snippet of an email from our study abroad advisor here, it was hysterical:
"Promotion/relegation operates between the various leagues. London has five clubs in the Premiership:
NORTH
Arsenal (hooray)
Tottenham (booooooo - forces of darkness)
WEST
Chelsea (ha ha)
Fulham
EAST
West Ham (your local team)

Pick a club to follow and learn the names of five players. Any conversation with a Brit that exceeds five minutes will turn to football so be
prepared.
For Premiership tickets , please visit the club's respective websites (just type their name into google) for details. You do not have a hope of getting an Arsenal ticket (except if you are willing to pay big bucks to a scalper at the ground).
Those of you who have no soul and want to watch a Chelsea match should have no difficulty getting a ticket."