November 19th, 2006 – by: Maureenie
Being SUUUUPER nerdy at the London Dungeon
Janette and I went to the London Dungeon today. It was cool, I guess.
It was very, very expensive, so I only recommend going if you're really
into that sort of thing. As far as haunted houses are concerned, it was
pretty elaborate. The musical theatre nerd in me was very excited about
the portion dedicated to Sweeny Todd. The Jack the Ripper part kind of
grossed me out. I was very confused as to why there were so many things
dedicated to him in the gift shop, and why people would be wanting to
buy t-shirts and coffee mugs that say "Jack the Ripper" on it...
Janette and I held hands the whole time because we were pretty scared.
People popped out at us a lot. We also had many conversations about the
"actors" working there, and how maybe we have this sort of thing to
look forward to in our own futures.
This was actually from about a week ago; the trees are beginning to change
Afterwards we had dinner at a hip
restaurant/bar right on the river. It was nice to sit and watch the
people walk by, and escape the absolutely frigid winds. Sometimes when
I come back home and am sitting, waiting for the shuttle to come get me
to take me to my dorm, I tell myself I'm never going to go outside at
night ever again because it's so ridiculously cold.
I took some more pictures of what it looks like out my window. It's
exciting to see the leaves changing like this... I'm not used to seeing
such vivid colors everywhere, as most of the trees where I come from
are coniferous. I realized that everywhere I have lived, in every
bedroom I've ever had, I've always had a window near my desk that I
could look out and see trees.
This morning the colors were very vibrant, especially against the rising sun.
Hmm. Seeing the wind burst through the
trees out my window currently, and surrender the leaves to the ground
by the picket fence, is quite lovely. I don't think I could capture
that in the picture. I wonder, oh-so-poetically, if the changing trees
are a bit like me right now, as I am very much changing and being
thrown about by the winds without any say either way about it. Maybe by
the time I return to California more permanently in June, I will have
developed new, bright leaves, full of the wisdom of my time here.
However, I'm worried about what this metaphor means for my coming back
for a short time in the winter... to be cold, vulerable, and jaded?