The cake is a lie

Yesterday I went into London with Paul to take part in Project Chanology, we met up with Haku at Monument before hopping a couple of stops to Blackfriars and hitting the Scientology HQ. I knew it was awesome time when I saw a guy standing on a street corner, casually leaning against the wall, smoking while wearing a long black coat and a Guy Fawkes mask. Rounding the corner we met the main protest, hundreds of people with an impressive assortment of signs stood behind a police barricade. As I walked through the crowd I was offered cake every couple of steps, as it was L. Ron Hubbard's birthday people had really gone all the way, there was even a table with more homemade and store bought cakes than I could count piled on top of eachother.
Things went pretty well there, and after a couple of hours we began the mass exodus to Goodge Street to visit the walk-in branch. The pilgrimage did the protest a lot of good, we got a lot of interest and smiles, and it really helped loosen up Anonymous. By the time we had got to the second location everyone was a lot more enthusiastic, and there was a pretty steady stream of chants and slogans being shouted across the road at the Scifags. It was pretty awesome to be able to shout out in the middle of a busy London street, "Anonymous, what is your profession?!" and have well over a thousand people boom back "AROOUGH! AROOUGH! AROOUGH!"
We bounced out at about 1600 and headed over to Wagamama for some eats.

After that we headed for Aldgate to visit a manga cafe I'd read about in an issue of NEO a long time ago. Walking down a very long road we descended into the absolute lower class London, it was quite an interesting experience just walking down that road as it felt as if we were in an entirely different world, like some Eastern European war zone from a film or something.
We found the cafe, which was quite nice in itself, but taking the stairs down into the basement we found the small library of manga, and a line of extremely comfortable reclining leather chairs. For £4 we had the library completely to ourselves for an hour, and as many free drinks as we wanted. The manga may have all been original Japanese imports, but we had quite a laugh describing to eachother what we could make of the plot. Most of all it was just awesome to be able to kick back in some excellent chairs after having stood and walked around all day, a book in one hand, hot chocolate in the other, awesome music playing quietly in the background, plenty of privacy, it was a brilliant spot that I'm sure we'll be visiting again soon.

Crazily enough, I was talking online to Ellie (the person I met through 4chan that went to MCM) last night, and it just so happens that she went to the protests too! So not only did I walk right past her at MCM, but I would've been within meters of her for about three hours yesterday.

I texted Nicola to see how she was doing on Friday, as of course a day hasn't passed since I last saw her in which I haven't thought about her, and have missed her dearly. She texted back an incredibly short message when I was on the train into London on Saturday, but I decided to leave replying and going into that until after the events of the day, and that has to be the single best decision I have ever made in my entire life. To cut a long story short, she absolutely bit my head off and acted like a complete bitch for utterly no reason, completely unprovoked, she was nothing but immature and spiteful when all I wanted to do was chat and catch up.
I've been on a bit of a downer over the last week or so, and her unjustifiably acting like a complete fucking bitch when I had done nothing to deserve it has obviously made me feel like shit.
Just in time for my birthday, thanks.