Sunday, June 29 2008, morning:
The day (meaning, after the sun rose, as I was already awake for several hours) couldn't start any weirder. I was having breakfast, or something that looked like it, when suddenly something appeared out of nowhere. I don't know what it was, nor how it appeared on my food. All I do know is that it was a kind of glittering metallic thing, which I could carry with my own hand very easily. It even looked as though it had a seat on it, big enough to fit a mouse maybe, and two levers. Is this some kind of transport vehicle for mice? Given that I've already met a talking dog, it wouldn't surprise me. Still, I tried the two levers, but nothing happened. I asked one of the employees, who claimed to never have seen anything like it in his life. He did, however, state that the hotel once belonged to a scientist, who at some point in the late 19th century mysteriously vanished without a trace. How that ties with this little machine, I wasn't sure, but neither was the employee. In the end, since it has no real owner as it appears, I thought I could keep it for myself. A sort of weird souvenir of having been in England.
A short time later, I left the hotel and went to a nearby shopping mart. I've been told that airplane food isn't something you'd want to advise anyone to eat. And if you'd eat something at the airport before boarding a plane, the prices are ridiculously high. With this in mind, I thought of buying my own food to eat there before boarding the plane. I was surprised, however, to see that the people responsible for the shopping carts were all... well, dead. I'm not kidding, they all appeared rotting away, actually even smelled like it. I'd dare to say they all died years ago. They wouldn't be remnants of that zombie-outbreak that took place a few years back, would they? If they are, I'm surprised to see they're still... alive. Shouldn't they've been wasted completely by now?
Once I was done shopping for my lunch, I hitched a ride to Heathrow. By the way, if you're ever in England, never ride in a yellow Mini. Seriously, you don't want to risk ending up in a car with this man, Bean I believe he called himself. I'm not sure, as when I asked him anything, al he did was mumble some kind of gibberish. But that's not why you should avoid driving with him. Can you imagine he'd let his teddy bear drive the car every once in a while? What's wrong with this man? It wasn't long until I decided to get out of the car. He was sad, but I hope this would help him realize how he does, or even doesn't, drive.
I arrived at what looked like a bookshop. In the hope that I could find some transport, perhaps call a taxi cab or something, I entered. But when I asked the owner if I could use his phone, he didn't take notice. He wondered if I wanted to buy a book. Funny he asked, as I saw him shout at somebody who talked to him before me, who actually did want to buy a book. Does this guy even want anyone in his store? If not, why did he start one? Luckily, the shop's assistant was a little friendlier and offered me a ride.
So I finally arrived at Heathrow, where I had the time to write in this journal. Finally some kind of rest. Okay, forget about that. A man just got called on his cell-phone. Though it wasn't your everyday phone, as this one was at twice as big as the man's own head. When he answered the phone, he shouted "Hello", as the phone's microphone was too far away from his mouth, which made him obliged to talk louder. I'd be glad to get out of this country full of weirdos.
No idea of the right time:
It's been hours since the plane took off. I'm not sure in what time-zone I am. My watch says it's past midday, but I'm not so sure of that just yet. It will still be some time before I arrive in Florida, but in my currant situation, I can't arrive too soon.
I almost wished to not have taken this plane, as I'm sitting next to a woman who doesn't even belong here. Given how she's dressed, how she talks, how she acts (with her head up in the air, and her husband being submissive), I wonder how she ended up in a cheap flight and second class. But judging from what she's saying, she wasn't supposed to be siting here either, which she blames her husband for. He, of course tries to convince her otherwise, which is like trying to fit an elephant in a baby's suit. Just seconds ago, this same woman remarked how "uncivilized" it is of me to be writing right now. It's supposed to be "too common". Not to mention that she thought there was something wrong about how I took my journal out. This woman sounds even worse than my own mother.
Monday, June 30 2008 (according to my watch):
In England, I had to turn back my watch for one hour, but here in Florida, I'm not so sure. According to my watch, it's hours past midnight, but here it looks like the sun has only just set. I asked somebody for the correct time, set my watch accordingly. But then the most terrible thing happened. Because I had a Swiss knife with me, the American security guards thought I was planning a terrorist attack. If I was, would I show them I had a knife with me? They didn't believe me. Even when I showed them my permit, they thought it was forged. Right now, I'm in custody, allowed to only have my journal with me. They didn't think there'd be any harm in doing this, or so they said. If it weren't, why did they have a guard that kept watching me? Welcome to the land of the free, I should say. The only advantage there is to this, is that now I wouldn't have to pay a hotel to stay for the night.