surprised by Picasso. (:

Before I launch into the truly wonderful events of today, I'd like to discuss something rather disturbing that happened to me on the way home on Monday.

I was coming back from Croydon, as per usual, and just as I checked to see if my mum was in, Matt discovered a frog near my main door.
However, this wasn't just any frog.

It was.. a faceless frog.
Seriously. It had no face :|

You could see its' tongueeey-moutheey THING as it.. breathed (?) aaand it was the most confusing thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't understaaand it :| To make matters slightly more hilarious, as if that wasn't funny enough, its leg (?) spasmed now and again. It was a surprise that it wasn't dead to be honest with you.
BTW - the (?) things I keep doing is because I am not an expert on the anatomy of a frog, and I apologise for the incorrect description of such matters.

Nevertheless, that HAS to be the weirdest thing I've seen in a long time.

Now. TODAY.
Matt and I decided on MSN last night to do something today that didn't involve meeting in Croydon, going to Maccy D's, then going to Starbucks and/or Queens, and returning home. So. He decided to surprise me.
We met at around 2pm, and I had no idea were on earth we were going and what we were doing. After getting a train to London Victoria, I began to have even LESS idea as we changed tube lines about 50 times from the Picadilly line to the Jubillee line and back onto the Victoria line or something along those lines aand went past the obscurely named "Cockfosters", which, of course, as mature 16 year olds, we did not laugh at. :| *Hahahahaa..*

So anyway, we ended up at Leicester Square, and tramped around a bit whilst Matt asked for directions to wherever we were going in a tourist shop, which I had to stand outside of. (Y) Eventually, we got to..

The National Gallery.

Now for those of you who don't know, I have an immense passion for art. Monet, Picasso, Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Turner.. the lot. So by miles, this was the BEST possible place you could take me. Or one of, to say the least (:
I have to say though, I felt rather bad having to drag him around 66 rooms full of paintings from the 13th century to the 20th century. Although, after a while, he did begin to take interest (and also got a severe case of the hiccups, which I found both adorable and very amusing).








I was so excited when we got to the 18th Century Painting rooms, because there hung some of my favourite paintings of all time.

Was I happy or what :D

Anyway, after dwindling around in the gallery, we went for a Maccy D's and sat down in the gardens nearbyy.
BAD IDEA.
Opposite us was a late 40s/early 50s interracial couple. A white woman and fresh man were going for the full on softcore porn seshh. Eurghh. It was hardly something you could say "awwr" to. :\
So we left, and walked arounddd for a bit, and I found the most adorable little shoe shop on the way back to the train station - full of shoes I couldn't afford. :\ ohhh well (:

We got the train back, and went for a Starbuckssss nearby East Croydon which we enjoyed in Queens (:
AAAAAAAAAND then.. it poured with rain. And I got soakeeed through. But it was beaaautiful :) Then we walked home, me soaking wet with squidgy shoesss and drenched hair that made me look like a drowned mouse.
But it was the best walk home I'd had in a whileee, with the smell of raaain and flowerss and a coldd breeze. (:

All in all, an undeniably amazingg day.
And I haven't had such a good time in a whilee.
Thank yoou Matt, I owe you one (: (L)

Tonighttt, I am going to listen to Norah Jones and watchh a good old romantic movie.
I can tell autumn is on its way - the wooly socks and jumpers have begun to come out, and I've begun sleeping with a blanket over my sheets.
I like this time of yeaaar. :) Things begin to get cosyy and mellow.

loveeely (:

Anyway, that's all for now. Maybe I'll be on later to add to this, as it's only 9pm.
But nevertheles, dinner beckons.
Well, it's really my mum.. But heyy whatever goes. :) xxx