Diary of Rosetta Stone 3

Diary of Rosetta Stone 3

- Hope my story has been good so far... now let's continue it! :) -

Dear Diary,
                FINALLY! Some sun!! I decided to spend it at the spa then go and do some working out. The spa was SO NICE! But of course, mine's still better. I had a close call though after my work out, here's how it went:

I was just going back to my changing room and had been unnoticed by anyone (thank god because I looked a mess) but then I bumped into this guy. He wasn't wearing a top and he looked REALLY fit (well for a Yorkshire guy).
"Sorry," He said. I went to walk away when he went, "wait!" I turned around and then he said, "Aren't you Rosetta Stone?"
I know, I was thinking OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW?
"No-o." I lied and went to walk away again.
"Yes you are! It's you isn't it?"
"No and keep your voice down!" I hissed.
"I didn't know you were so aggressive." Cheeky bastard. He had a nice smile though.
"Look just don't take any pictures, okay?" I muttered.
"I won't but can I have an autograph? For my little sister? She's crazy obsessed."
"I don't have a pen or paper."
"I've got some spare." He pulled out a pen and paper and I raised my eyebrows.
"You walk around with a spare pen and paper?"
"Yeah," He laughed, shrugging, "when I heard you were coming to England my little sister wanted your autograph and I made a promise to get it."
"So you and your little sister are like, friends then?" I signed the paper.
"Yeah I suppose so."
"Oh." We stood there awkwardly for a while.
"You know, you act like a bitch on T.V when really your not that bad. Unless it's a act you're putting on right now. Guess you can never really tell with famous people."

I know! What a bastard!!

"Do you want this autograph or not?" I said, wafting the paper like a fan in front of me.
"Well, my little sister wants it. But that depends if you're going to keep on being a stubborn bitch."

HE IS SUCH A BASTARD!!

"Ugh just take it I need to get changed anyway." I threw the piece of paper to him and stalked away.
"Thanks!" He called after me. I was temped to tell him to fuck off but I didn't want to get any more attention drawn to myself, if people caught photos of me looking like this I'd DIE.

Anyway, that's what happened. Well it's official now, the people in Yorkshire are just as bad as Yorkshire. I hope London will be better because I don't think I can stand being in England any more. He was fit though. Really fit. But still a bastard.

I'm heading off to London now, it'll take about four hours or something. Ugh now I wished I just went to places in order of closeness. Can't wait to play at London though, hopefully it's good as everyone says it is.

London here I come!