i spent more time undergound than above ground today

That's not really something to be proud of.
Yeah, so I went to Tate Modern today with art class. That was cool, since I think my prof works there and knows a ton about the paintings there. I just went to Tate Modern last week with the Peters family, but it's a big museum so I still saw a lot of new stuff.
After that I had some lunch at a pub on the South Bank, one of my favorite parts of London, because of all the street performers and interesting things to look at. It's also got a great view of London from the banks of the Thames. It's worth a day to just go and walk around for a while. I had a delicious club sandwich, which here is not lunch meat but chicken, tomato, lettuce, mayo and egg. Yum. It was a beautiful day, so it was a nice walk to the pub and then back to the subway station.
Then I went underground. I first went to Victoria station, where I wanted to buy tickets for the musical "Wicked" tonight. I got to the ticket office, where they said they had four tickets left. Perfect. I needed three, and there was a big student discount. I told him this, and he told me to show him the three student ID cards. Crap. Everyone had to be there to get the discount?! So I was mad about that.
Then I went to Waterloo station, where I needed to book a train from the Netherlands to France. I found the ticket office and everything just fine, but when I told them I needed to go to France the guy told me I had to go to a different station. Fine. So I went to the other station, waited in line for twenty minutes, and the guy told me the same thing. A different station. This time it was not fine. By this time I had been trying to get these tickets for about an hour, so I got pretty mad. I never did get a real explanation why I cannot reserve train tickets in England, but apparently I just have to reserve them at the train station the day of our trip. That's upsetting. Whatever. Whatever.
I was fed up, and getting back on another train did not help my mood. I decided to make a pit stop at Coven Garden.
That was a really good idea, because it was probably about 60º F outside, with blue skies and a little wind. Coven Gardens is a really cool place, with street performers, shops and tons of things to look at. There are a bunch of little specialty shops, like one called Octopus that sold cute little handmade-looking things with cute drawings of animals on them. I also saw an opera singer and a street magician. Where else can you see things like that right next to each other? It's a really great place; probably one of my favorites in London. So I had a good time walking around there for a while till I calmed down enough to get back on the underground. By that time it had gotten dark, and all the businesspeople were going home from work. So I spent the last half-hour of my day staring at black-trenchcoated backs and trying unsuccessfully to read a novel over someone's shoulder.
Oh what a day.
Cheers!