Trip and

So... the times they are a-changin'. Stuff changes a lot. People change a lot. That wasn't the point exactly of this post. But see, I've sort of... well. My life has sort of began sorting itself out more. Like, I sort of know what I want to do until I die. After that, it'll be ok too 'cause it's the one thing we never know either.

You know that song Bicycle Race by Queen? Me and my friends sort of... well, had a phase with that. It's nostalgic now. It's a good song (and it was Becca who first brought it up). The lyrics sound like- "I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike" several times in the song, along with other stuff. Like, it's what the guy wants to do. That song applies, except along with riding a bike, there's a few other stuff that Amelia does. Stuff like guitar, trumpet, writing, music and friends. So there. That, my blog readers, is me. Pretty much. Sure, there's school and all, and I don't plan on being a dropout or whatever, but there comes a time when you just gotta go with it after the inspiration. That is what I want to do with my life. I mean, I dunno. I don't think I'm jumping to conclusions really, because it's not like I'm suddenly not open to other things really, its just that I feel strongly about that stuff.

Also, one of my awesome good great friends wants to start playing guitar, which is really awesome. And I fantasized with my other friend about making a rock band. It'd be awesome.
I've been in like... 4 rock bands. Only 2 of them really worked out. Fun stuff though.

Aside from thatness, I still haven't told you guys about London really. So here goes.

Yeah we went to Abbey Road. Basically all it was was... a studio. Parking lot. Building. And a whole load of graffiti written on the wall surrounding the parking lot. I walked across the road, sure. Not... that... phenomenal. It probably wasn't even the same road. They took down the sign that's on the album cover. Stupid. Whatever.

Uh... lots of museums. We went to the British one or whatever. It was pretty big. Saw the Rosetta Stone. So amazing.

On the last day, we checked out this war museum which also had a James Bond "For Your Eyes Only" exhibit, about like Iam Fleming and stuff. Turns out the guy is not actually that... bright. Not a very healthy life, I would say. But James Bond's still cool. Except for that whole quantum full of solace time.

The line for Madame Taussad's was very very long so we didn't go. Wicked was cool, though.

Turns out the Museum of the Moving Image (which was supposed to be really awesome) no longer exists. So, that sort of sucked. But whatever. I really wanted to go. Oh well. It closed down in the late '90's or something I think. 

Ok... so some pictures. I took several. Below is Abbey Road, then up there is a funny sign near Abbey Road, then there's Wicked and the Houses of Parliament. Good trip.