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Notice, very static and unchanging, I could have lived life in my sleep and still gotten by pretty fine, here in England is a rather different tale, my line looks more like the following instead:

—–^v^v^v^——–^v^^^^^vvvvvvvVVVvv—-^^^^^—^v

(The ‘v’s being low points and the ‘^’s being high points)

I’m not used to this much variance in how things move about. I vowed to myself I would be optimistic this entire trip even if it killed me. I’m finding it difficult as this morning I found my beloved camera missing. I’ve visited most of the places I’ve been since then but to no avail. I guess that’s extremely hard to be optimistic about. I’m going to call Darlington, Middlesborough and Whitby stations as well as my Whitby Hostel and see if anyone turned it in on another leg of my journey, but I’m not holding out much hope. It’s just so bloody HARD to be optimistic about something like that, if it doesn’t turn up by the end of the week I’ll have to replace it, I’m sure there’s a silver lining SOMEWHERE I’m just not seeing it. What a way to kill a happy trip by the sea.

Anyways, minus the huge ragedisappointmentfuryetc at having a vanishing camera (I’m not going to say I’ll bet some arsehole stole it but…illbetsomearseholestoleit)… I might have an interview. I do have someone to call for an interview I did get the e-mail while I was in the North, I just hope the position isn’t filled yet. Right, optimism, the position isn’t filled yet and they are killing themselves for a Canadian for some reason.I’ll try to stop the sarcasm, and say they may or may not hire me, end of story. And called, as I type this and as usual ‘The Middle Way’ they’ve filled the position for right now, maybe in a month they might have space. Count backwards from 10 and breath, it’s a data entry job, not a huge deal.

I’m getting my bank card today finally, so I can put the scary, scary Visa I’ve been living off somewhere far away and hidden. Not that I have any real money, but it’s nice to know I can pretend and people won’t give me the ‘put away your silly Canadacards’ look.

I had the roommate from hell last night, she woke up every hour all night and loudly demanded the time, she smelt strongly of alcohol and she didn’t seem to understand that there were four other women in the room. SHE WORE NO PANTS OR UNDERGARMENTS. I nearly fainted. She slept deep into the morning while I was trying to find my camera and whined that I was making too much noise, while she snorted and sighed all night. Ugh!!

ON THE BRIGHTSIDE–

Which I am dead set DETERMINED to come up with now, I walked past Fleet street today while I was lost, and started humming part of the Sweeney Todd theme to myself and someone joined in my humming. ALSO, I still have my laptop, which I would die if someone stole. AS WELL, I AM IN LONDON. And while I spend most of my existence lost in this city there is so much to see and do. FINALLY! I am about to go out and eat, which should be enough to make anyone happy.

To my commentors who I didn’t reply to last time:

Bergberg! I’m trying not to! I’m a bit of an inborn personal stresser that comes from my mother as I’ve sure you’ve guessed.

Harvey! I actually transfered all of my York and about a quarter of my Whitby pictures onto my laptop so I still have a few photos to show off yet, I may get a disposable camera for now.

Last time I wrote to you all I was in York, I was having a particularly miserable day, and plotting my starring role in ANGST! the musical. Feeling frustrated, I walked around the town and found myself sitting on the steps of York Minster and I just thought for awhile in the damp Yorkshire cold that sends deep into your bones and finally decided this trip is what I make it. And it was time to make it something incredible and memorable, I have money, I have a lot of money, I left Canada with a lot of money. I will be perfectly fine.

It was then I decided to go to Whitby.

It had been on my mind for awhile, but I finally made a resolute decision to go to Whitby. Why Whitby? Probably something to do with that goth-Dracula thing, and maybe wanting to see the sea, looking out and seeing the way home. Whitby was nice, the whole area smelt of fish and chips, and my hostel was the old abbey house at the top of the famous 199 steps where Mina sees Lucy with Dracula for the first time.

Everyone in Whiby was friendly, they all smiled and didn’t give me the infamous ‘North American Stare’ the one that usually involves a lot of disdain. They just smile in a polite manner which you fumble along. Internet access was a sweeping ten pound an hour, so I decided you guys could wait a few days to hear from me.

The trip from York to Whitby was absolutely astonishing. It was like going back in time, tufted green grass, punctuated by sheep, ancient walls and small farm houses. Picturesque, really.

P.S.

I never wrote on the British Museum. It was like heaven, my own personal Mecca. I could hardly contain some wave of emotion after seeing the real rosetta stone right there in front of me. I felt like I was going to have to die happy right there. It was the most amazing place I had ever been before in my life. And I only arrived there two hours to closing!