Yep, London still hates me.

Oh yes, my favorite thing in the world;
CUSTOMS.
I am not a jealous person, but I envy everyone that goes through customs within a few minutes.
I'm always broke but I love to travel, so I make it happen. Why is that so hard to believe?
The hardest customs officials are in the UK.
Hell, I was detained in Manchester when I was 19 because apparently I looked suspicious in my Redsox hat...
And, when I flew out of Spain into Morocco earlier this year, customs thought that I was a different person than my passport photo [c'mon, it was after soccer practice when I was sixteen; get OVER it!].

Anyways, apparently I don't look like a tourist. Apparently, I do not look like a backpacker. British customs HATES letting me into their country. I get grilled for fifteen minutes on a good day, get asked inane things like 'what my major was in uni' and probably even 'what's your favorite color.'
It has also been alluded that I'm an international prostitute. This, I can promise all of you [especially you, Mother!] is not true; although I bet I'd make heaps more money that way.
They made me leave customs, lug my stuff all the way over to customer service to get my ticket for next week's flight printed out from THEIR printers, and go through customs again.
Not as bad as it could of been though!
That wench was really looking forward to taking my smiley, cheerful face in.
But I am here now, and stoked to meet up with Monica and all my old travel buddies....Camden today!
By the way, going through security in Stockholm I got stopped because I had a little empty glass jar in my bag. The guy asked if he could go through my bag, and asked if I had any liquids.
"No, no liquids."
"Not even a soda?"
"No, I don't drink soda"
[he laughed]
"I do, however, have a small empty glass jar in there."
"You have an empty glass jar?" [weird look]
"Yes."
He fished it out. Another weird look. Then he ran my bag through again.
Whilst laughing he said "Yep, that was it!"
"Is that strange? I mean, do most people not come through customs with empty glass jars?"
He laughed. "No, not usually."
"Well, Sir, you never know when you're going to need an empty glass jar!!!"
I smiled, and left. But seriously, you never know.
This particular jar is cute, little, and label-less. I will put flowers or rocks or something weird and pretty in it.
THE NEXT TIME YOU HAVE NO CUP TO PEE IN, YOU WILL ENVY ME!!!!