Man, it's been a while since my last entry, hasn't it? Oh well - I'm sure you'll all forgive me for that!
So anyway, I have two new incidents to report today. I'll just quickly tell you the first one: as I was walking home from school today, I passed by 4 little old women (they were probably between 80 and 85), and all of them were walking two dogs each. Cute scene, I thought - the funny thing, though, is that all of them were walking pit bulls! It took me by surprise, that's for sure! Wish I had my camera. There are actually tons of pit bulls around here...they must not have the same stigma attached to them that they do in the States. The dogs were all super cute and seemed well behaved, but it would have been so cool to get a picture of these women with them! Each woman was probably no more than 5' 2'' and not more than 100 pounds - they were little people! The funniest part of it was that when I saw them, they were right underneath a sign for "Elderly people xing." The sign had a picture of two old people with canes hobbling across the street - it's much like a sign you might see in front of a school warning you that there are children crossing. I should try to snag a sign and send it back for someone to put up on Yucaipa Blvd.! 
So now, on to incident 2. This will illustrate how, although it took me quite a while, I've finally learned my lesson regarding England and Mexican food. I know, I know - this has become an issue. But when there is literally no Mexican food anywhere, you start to crave it and you're willing to do anything to get it. It's a bit like drugs, I suppose? Anyway, I noticed on this pizza delivery menu that the pizza place will also make and deliver burritos. Let me give you the description off the menu:
A large flour tortilla filled with Chicken, Cheese, and Onion, deep fried and topped with a strip of Guacamole, Sour Cream, & Salsa.
The picture next to it looked really good, so I decided to give it a whirl and have them deliver a burrito.
I called the place and tried to order the burrito. Unfortunately, the person who answered the phone doesn't speak American English, so he finally had to transfer me to the manager. (It was at that point, Kelly, that I texted you to let you know that I miss being able to talk to people who speak my version of English). Anyway, after about 15 minutes of trying to explain to them what I wanted (they forgot that burritos were on the menu, which should have been my first clue about how bad it was going to be - apparently it's the least popular item on the menu), we settled on the fact that I wanted a chicken burrito and a can of soda.
About 30 minute later, I heard this loud crash outside. I went to the door and there was the delivery person standing on the curb looking at his motorcycle, which was laying on its side half on the curb and half on the street. And there at the top of the motorcycle was a big letter L - which means "Learner" here; you can put the L on your car or motorcycle when you're learning to drive. Apparently he doesn't have his stopping down very well. Anyway, when he noticed me at the door he came over and gave me my burrito. It came to a total of 5 pounds and 55 pence, so I gave him a 20 pound note. He gave me back my change in coins, and miscounted it (I didn't realize this until later), so I ended up with almost 17 pounds worth of 50 pence pieces and a few pound coins.
I took my burrito in to my room and took a bite - the bloody thing was full of molten velveeta cheese and a big strip of onion, but that's all. It was so hot it literally burned skin off the top of my mouth. And, since there's no ice around here, I had to use lukewarm soda to try and cool my mouth down!
Anyway, as you can see, I have learned my lesson. From here on out, I'm only going to get Indian food if I order any food at all, and for the most part I'm just going to stick with making my own.