London!

I exist again! Well, on the interweb, I mean. It's been such a long time since I sat in front of the tv with barbs at night and laughed until I cried about silly things. I love it! I may be a chronic homebody. Uh oh. gotta fix that.
BUT London was really cool this weekend! I met up with the parentals at the train station, and we headed off. London wasn't as cool as I thought it would be, but I think it's because I had really high expectations.
And it was so hard for me to hear UK English! It's really like a different language, so my ears had to get used to the frequency, which is really high, I think. I heard French a lot easier than I heard UK English! Weird.
We went to all of the usual tourist spots:

Dad and I at Tower Bridge. His hat is so goofy.

The prison that held the most dangerous criminals in London. DUN DUN DUNNN! London sure is captivated by torture/prisons/criminals. They have a museum and street dedicated to English torture methods!

Piccadilly Circus' statue of Eros

Delicious cake that the parentals and me shared

London Eye, seen from the London Bridge

Parliament!

More Parliament! I'm not sure what they did with the thousands of rooms they have in that building.

Westminster! Didn't get to go in though.

Regent's Park, across from Buckingham Palace

Memorial of Queen Victoria

SHAKESPEARE'S GLOBE THEATER! LIFE GOAL COMPLETED. But it wasn't as wonderful as I thought it would be... I knew it was a remake, but it looked really remaked (?) with it's stark white paint on the outside.

St. Paul's Cathedral. Sure looks like the White House. (!!!!! Religion?! State?! Mixed?!)

Sky line of London. So pretty, right? I think I just like sparkles and lights a lot.

In general, nice trip. My parents bought me a lot of things, but I got pretty frustrated with them by the end of the six days with them, so I feel like I'm a spoiled, ungrateful child. I was a little nervous about how the trip would be since I hadn't had 24/7 contact with them since... 8th grade because I hadn't gone on a vacation with them in ages. It started off well because I did miss them, but six days was definitely enough for us. I need to work on being more patient though--I get really annoyed with my Mom, and then silence from me follows with spuratic bursts of word vomit. But I need to be nicer--they are my parents, they mean well, and they're getting older. Bah! I'll try harder.

Next stop: CAIRO!