nice to see that ours is not the only skiddy mirror in toronto. ok now onto UK scrapbook II.

wedding confetti from when george harrison was on our campus.

look i said omg first!

awesome castle.

partied here too.

got jostled around a lot in shakespeare’s house by rude tourists.

this should just be called my garbage collection book.

sinfully delicious.

some guy me and this girl took turns making out with on the dark dancefloor of that eurotrash club equinox, then out in the light realised he was only 18, and here i thought he was at LEAST 25.

to see brands you’ve never seen before is like seeing commericals in other countries, and the word florida in england, boggling. wow what a scholar.

there was a renaissance fair going on when we were there.

more graphic than ours back home why am i turned on right now?

oh liane.

and now drumroll please…

yep mick jagger’s son did go to this school, st. edward’s aka teddy’s.

i wonder who did most of the work?

hahaha.

that looks like boy writing.

das ketchup would be a cool band name.

funny coincidence this teacher lived above me when i moved to the crawford ghetto at 19 and he came to some of our gong show parties too.

more sara drawings which reminds me i have to find her on facebook, i hope she’s a famous illustrator by now. she let me borrow her id for the rest of the trip (she was 18) and i mailed it once i got back to canada. this goth bitch stole my fake id and said she gave it back to me, left it on my bed, she did NOT. one time during dinner when she was in the caf i ransacked her entire room (didn’t have locks on the door) but i never found it. she was adopted into the family of one of the dudes who invented trivial pursuit. if you know her tell her what’s up? she was from stratford, ontario.

these dorks got lost on our way to a house party by these american dudes we met, guess who came to the rescue?

i brought my um, uh, red rocket vibe with me and all the girls wanted to “borrow it” just to “see it” i swear. after the program was over i stayed on for two more weeks with friends of family and started to panic about my suitcase being checked on the flight home and how humiliated i would be, so i threw it in a garbage can in rayne’s park on my way out to buy brie one day. L-O-S-E-R.

worst haircut of my life.

these were in the back of my scrapbook, for safe-keeping? yes that is me as a baby.