A day in the life of a fake Londoner

    My first night in London went pretty well. I met some people from the hostel and hung out. Some of them I just remet since they were the guys who caught me being stuck in the lift but this time I tried not to look as much of an idiot (I think I pulled it off, though I managed to look like a bigger idiot when I revealed my geography and history knowledge to a different person). Eventually we left the hostel common room and went for dinner at a chinese buffet were I had my first beer with my meal. It really is amazing how cheap stuff is here, that is if your a londoner, its decent for an american.
    The funniest thing about meeting all these people is I just couldnt wrap my head around the fact that they werent faking their accents. Half the time I had to be translated to of what the heck they were talking about. The thing is they knew everything about america and could easily compare it to something I was more familiar to. It was a very fun thing though to compare the different ways everybody called something or pronounced it in their english version. To clarify I hung out with people from England, new Zealand, and Australia. So we all spoke english it was just very different.
    I was about to write about the red flowers everybody is wearing and the fact that I had no idea what they were about, until I ran into of the guys I met last night and he was wearing one. He quickly clarified to me that it was in remembrance of the war (I think he said some other things about it but his accent blurred it out). Yesterday I had only seen two very dressed up guys wearing them and thought they were on their way to wedding until today I have consistently seen suited up older men with them. Then my ideas changed to a sort of gentlemens club (a more posh club not a strip club). Until I walked past a shop window were every single manican was wearing one, then I was just kerfunkled until getting back to the hostile and having everything cleared up. Now the news is on next to me and every reporter has one on.
    In Madison we have a lot of construction but you seem to never see the workers so you don't think they are doing much. Here it's the opposite, you don't seem to see as much construction as there are construction workers lounging and standing everywhere all the time. Although I can see the construction generally you see them standing in the areas there is no construction, just people watching. The other things about the streets that are saving me is the fact that on every corner and turn they say in giant bold white letters on the street with arrows which way to look. Thats where you can see the most that this is a tourist area when the people are dumb enough not to know which way traffic is coming from. Of course I am included within these people and am thankful for my life that they let me know which way to look.
    Today I tried to succeed in that classiness seeking journey when I realized how much I stuck out like a sore thumb with my sweatshirt, jeans, tank top, and flip flops in the middle of London. My goal was to find a scarf, leather jacket, and purse. I would love to get more and maybe some boots but theres no way to get any good ones that would be able to travel with me and my back pack. Alas I wasn't successful on any of it though I did go into many many shops. It is interesting the different style of clothes that are in the stores here, definitely more London looking.