Thursday, 25 September 2008

gazza probably isn't dead then

so we were just sitting round watching 'lost in austen' last night, well stacy was asleep. but anyway it was her phone that rang. it was her not-boyfriend and a friend of his fathers blah blah blah crime scene blah blah Paul Gasgoine is dead. shock shock shock.

we looked on the news. and we looked again this morning and no mention of it. and i'm thinking we can't be THAT far ahead of the game. i mentioned it to a girl at school today and she said her boyfriend had heard the same thing!

still not convinced. but not i'm so intrigued as to how and why the rumour start?? and hows good was it that it spread that fast??

Wednesday, 24 September 2008

started school again again again again

i started college on monday. its been good. there are some people from my course last year, two nice and two not! the two not are completely ignoring the rest of us, not even a passing smile! so our first project is called good, bad and ugly. i have to take 3 pictures to reperesent tthat, one for each word. and i have to do it in the haymarket bus station! hmmmmmmmmm

Monday, 22 September 2008

epic journey - for Tamas

So i think i can safely blame this all on my brother, Simon cos he is king of the epic adventure-journey.
It's after solfest (3day music/hippy festival in Cumbria), we have slept a night in proper beds, showered, eaten real food and pretty much feeling human again so we decided to travel back to our respective homes together. Dad took us to the station and we set off in good time for the train from Aspatria to Carlisle where we would board another train to Newcastle and part ways there. Our train from Aspatria was a little late but nothing to remarkable. We got settled on the train, bought our tickets and chatted a little. Halfway to the next staion I burst out a load of paniced expletives. I shocked the near-by passengers. I had left my mobile at home. We quickly ran through a list of possible ways to reunite me with my phone but nothing really seemed worth the hassle. As we were considering me getting off at the next station and returning for my phone simon realised he had left his house keys for Durham at home too. There would be no-one in the flat and his girlfriend was moving house that day and not really to be disturbed.

We both disembarked the train, walked past the bemused guard and traipsed to the bus stop. There was not a bus for 40 mins so we went to the pub for a quick drink. On the bus home I rolled a joint which we smoked on the walk from the bus stop to my parents house. On arrival I was so stoned I could barely function and could not even consider walking back to the bus stop. After an amazing cuddle with Mimi SmartyPants, a drink and some crumpets I felt much better though. Luckily dad arrived home at this point and drove us back to the bus stop. We got the bus to Carlisle.

On arrival in Carlisle we could have got off a stop early and walked through town but as we had bags and the like with us we decided to stay on the bus til the main stop, closer to the train station. Bad idea. We got stuck in this huge traffic jam and by the time we made it to the train station we had just missed a train. So off to the pub for another drink! I finally made it home at something ricidulous like 8pm after setting off at 1pm. For Simon it was probably more like 9pm.

The End

Saturday, 20 September 2008

i was a naughty girl

and i'm still recovering from the shock of it! you know when it just sneaks up on you in a dull moment and you have an 'oh my god what did i do' moment? they have been visiting me all week.
many people have found it highly amusing and that makes me feel better about it and the hardest question to answer is why don't you just enjoy the memory and put it down to experience? well once i get over the shock i will thank you. or was it good?/was it bad? i don't think it was particularly either. it was just a thing that happened. it has shades of both. the haunting is bad but then sometimes i am able to just smile at my wild stupidity. haha silly girl.

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

retarded girl needs new identity to hide from blog

jesus god i am so retarded!!! blogging is so dangerous. i vow to only blog very carefully from now on.

the sun is shining today but it is sstill quite cold. i wore a skirt to go to the dentist but it pissed me off so much i changed back to lovely lovely jeans asap. the end.