So, I was in London and went to the convention for ONLY TWO HOURS!!! I'm too fucking tired to type the whole story again, so I'll just paste this message that I sent my friend who was working there and I barely got to see.

Hey you, while I'm writing this you're probably still at the convention.
Godfuckingdammit man, I'm home now after what is now already one of the strangest weekends of my life!
The guy that I travelled with is a friend of my roommate. One of those people you can only handle in small doses, if you know what I mean. Anyways, his "little princess" rich ass girlfriend used to live here in London (apartment of at least £2000 a month, paid for by daddy!!!) and the deal was I'd drive them (since I have a license and driven on British roads before) and we'd pick up some of her stuff (10 giant bags of just shoes, clothes and cosmetics that filled the whole van!!!) that she still had there. Now these geniuses (of whom I'm sure both sets of parents are related, because they are beyond retarded) ofcourse didn't bring a routeplanner or anything, causing us to get lost in town for 4 hours last, like I told you, but also on our way back to the place we were staying at after I had to rush back to the van for nothing. Wido was supposed to tattoo my handpalm and that didn't happen because of all this shit!
Now not only that, but last night they were taking a shower in the bathroom next to the room I slept in and FUCKED THEIR BRAINS OUT! All this without even hiding it or being quiet. I heard E V E R Y T H I N G!!! And they walked out like nothing happened. Not even a joke like "When ya gotta go, ya gotta go" to make it at least a little less awkward.
I could have still been at the convention yesterday hanging out with Wido and some of my friends from Amsterdam that I bumped into as I was leaving. Aaaaaargh!