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[Jun. 29th, 2006|03:41 pm] |
third day of college i missed this week. really wanted to go today, but it got to 1 o' clock & i realised that leaving the house would mean getting on a bus and sitting in a Regatta Traffic Jam and I just can't DEAL with that so I stayed home. Means I won't have any sunglasses to wear to France but it's probably going to be raining and grey anyway.
France is really pissing me off. I really DON'T want to go. It's especially annoying that Nuala's not coming anymore. Neither are FT and James. UGH. I'm going to be trapped with loads of girls and a few wanky boys and everyone's going to go stir fucking crazy and spend 90% of their time bitching. Even David's not going to be there. I hate him, but at least if he were there I could relieve tension by laughing at every idiotic thing that comes dribbling out of his mouth. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't this week, but this is the one week I've been looking forward to. After this it's a big vast empty summer of nothingness - I know it'll get filled up, I'm not worried about not having anything to do but I like to start things off the right way with a series of exciting events. Good gigs, the regatta and that party would have been a good way to go.
Last night I had a little sob-fest. TIME OF THE MONTH induced, no doubt. It was really pathetic. What was nice though, was that my Dad really wanted to make me feel better. He made me a cup of tea (even though I don't like tea) and brought it down to the end of the garden for me and asked if there was anything he could do. He even tried to give me some money. Just because he thought it would help. Obviously, there was nothing he could do but it's the first time in ages he's ever attempted to do anything. The fact he thought money would help probably says a lot about him, but it's not his fault that he doesn't really understand stuff like that and I'm quite touched that he tried. Was good to cry - I don't think I have in at least a few months. Sat on a bench at the end of the garden and watched the sun set behind the fields at the back of the house. Had I not been so snotty and alone, it would have been quite romantic. Not really sure what I was crying about - although I have been worrying a lot about James. He's on a mission to hunt down the guys that beat him up the other night. He's an idiot. He lost three teeth. Got a black eye and lots and lots of cuts and bruises. He had a picture of himself after it, he looked like a lost little boy. And instead of telling the police he reckons he's going to teach them a lesson himself. He's an idiot. He's either going to end up in prison himself, or brain damaged/dead, depending on who "wins". Not that he'll listen. ARGH. i suppose other boy stuff contributed too. everything else is wonderful as ever though. alice's midsummer dreams party was lovely. all the girls looked so beautiful, and the boys were all dressed up. i felt really proud of everyone, and sort of safe and content. It was like being with family. Then on Alice's actual birthday we got take away and played Cranium. It was really chilled out and nice. Was slightly worried her Dad might get pissed off by the massive number of joints being passed around but he didn't notice. Hmm. Lovely lovely.
I only got reminded of, and thus am writing on, my LJ today because I was reading one of Ed's faker's Xangas. Like. Mate. What an absolute maniac. He'd made up stories to go with all the photos, it was really crazy. He must have no friends in real life. Literally, no friends, or he wouldn't feel he had to do that. Either that, or he's a paedophile. Anyway, my point is: I read that and then decided to fill my LJ in. I'm inspired by a complete loony. Upsetting. I'm going down to the river now, I haven't seen anyone all day and I'm getting cabin fever. And I only smoked a few cigarettes today. Get me.
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[Mar. 27th, 2006|07:53 pm] |
recently, i have been thinking too much about the wrong things. last night whilst lying in bed i had an identity crises, relating to the fact that i'm just another product of society and another victim to all the capitalists, their brain washing tactics and various idealogical state apparatus. thankfully, i climbed back out of my arse just in time to begin panicing about the absurd speed my life is currently rushing past me at. problem is, time flies when you're having fun. this leaves no time between all the fun for doing actual work. i've got my exams in about a month, which seems ages away, but bearing in mind this time four weeks ago was emma's birthday, it really isn't long at all. and then when this year's gone, everyone will be going to london.
i will be left all alone.
i don't know what i'll do; i miss amy/issy/abi/grog and of course, everyone else from Oxford and i last saw them a week/two weeks ago. how will i survive months at a time?! i probably won't. and then i've got uni. OH GAWD. i'm so behind and unorganised. to make things worth, the only action i've taken so far to remedy the situation has been to write this. i can't think of many things that would be less constructive.
i suppose i should at least be thankful for the fact i know some amazing people, EVEN AT COLLEGE. today adam snapped my last cigarette (which i crumbled up into his coffee and then got to watch him drink); ben then gave me HIS last cigarette. i consider that one of the top 5 nicest things a person can do, along with donating organs and so on. that sort of thing makes me feel better about certain people not being around so much, but it's clearly not enough.
i think maybe i should run away to london too, i'll read loads of books and political essays and then everyone will be amazed and impressed when they learn i'm a drop out. i'll blackmail some hot editor into giving me a job, and then all will be fine and dandy. what an excellent plan.
i see no flaws.
uuuuuuuuuugh. and now my ranting has to be curtailed because my mother wants to come and order me some rubbish birthday present on amazon that i'm going to have to pretend to appreciate on saturday, when i'll be so hungover i might die.
aaaaacccccceeee!
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[Mar. 21st, 2006|09:17 pm] |
Here are two facts it is important for you to know to understand this story:
My friend Kev has OCD. Well, not officially, but to all intents and purposes he does.
I am a twat.
At college on Monday I licked his arm to wind him up. Being the nutter that he is this meant he had to leave the room, go to the toilet and wash his arm. Whilst he was gone, I decided it would be REALLY funny to stick some chewing gum on his chair: He'd be too grossed out to flick it off, and obviously he couldn't sit on it. So he'd have to walk to the opposite side of the room and get a chair, without Alasdair noticing because then he'd have to DOB ME IN and that's obviously against "the code". All of which would be amausing for Ben and I to observe/ So basically he came back and sat on it. Which I hadn't even considered a possibility. I was a bit scared to tell him, so Ben and I had to sit there with our hands stuffed in our mouth trying not to fall off our chairs laughing. Eventually, Kev discovered the chewing gum and said; "I'm going to get you guys back so bad. I'm not even joking. SO bad. It'll be legendary, watch your backs". I am consequently terrified. At school in Paris, Kev planted a load of cocaine on a guy he didn't like, put slug killer in the school dinners, did something that resulted in three guys peeing themselves during assembly - can't remember what, and put so much laxative in a teachers coffee that they had to go to hospital with dehydration.
I AM VERY SCARED.
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[Mar. 19th, 2006|06:21 pm] |
LAUGHING OUT LOUD.
please, for the love of god, someone lock me up at night.
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and i've developed the most ridiculous crush on the most unsuitable person ever. it's stupid beyond my powers of articulation. i might have to just kill myself now; one stone, many, many birds. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2006|02:13 pm] |
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Emma's cocktail party was fucking brilliant. It was so nice to be with everyone again, just all of us. So good that it didn't even matter that I had no cherry lambrini. I drank lots and lots of cocktails and then some "Extreme" Ouzo (Ew-zo). What is with foreign drinks that taste like aniseed? Ew. That stuff was KILLER. Quite soon I was playing the flute (incorrectly), making increasingly disgusting/alcoholic cocktails and dancing like I wanted to scare people. ( blah blah blah ) |
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[Mar. 1st, 2006|07:16 pm] |
I should point out now for anyone who remains unaware how brilliant cameras are; they are BETTER THAN FRIENDS. No one would come out and play in the snow with me so I had to grab the old Samsung and it was easily as good as having a real person there to spaz with. Not a word of a lie. Anyway, words are quite frankly insufficient to express the sheer excitement I was feeling so thank GOD I have pictures to document the fun:
( click if you think you're hard enough (final warning: THERE REALLY ARE FUCKING LOADS OF PHOTOS) ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2006|04:55 pm] |
I just spent some time with my family and quite enjoyed it. Bearing in mind I write about alcohol fuelled nights that are no different to any other alcohol fuelled nights and are at most vague memories I thought this deserved a mention.
Firstly, check it out!:
That's Auntie Jackie, she's sound. Then Daddy. Awh? My Grandma, bless her - and then my Granddad. His name's Roy but most people call him Boy because he acts like a child. As this picture would attest.
And here's Grampy and Joe. He's my cousin. Quite sweet but as far as I'm concerned a bit of a retard. 2 and a half and barely speaking? That'll be his mother's side (from Birmingham, she is);
Jack and Grandma. My Grandma doesn't have myspace so she doesn't know how to pose. Also, she's quite drunk. Aaaand my brother always smiles like a smarmy, sycophantic arse.
Check the lush kitchen! Mmm, work that lino. This is Joe again. He may be a retard but he KNOWS HOW TO PARTY! I tied a scarf around his neck, he decided he was batman. Pretty funny, really.
Jack and Joe, discussing their latest conquests. Probably.
WATCH THAT KID GO! This is a post-chocolate cake photo. Getting the fucker to stand still was far beyond my capabilities. So, here's his "cape", flapping in the wind.
Scary?
More Bat-Laden than Batman. (& countdown! yeah!)
One conundrum later and he's still there, unable to move.
Anyway, screw the photos; there's also an AMAZING video featuring Joe as Batman. Unfortunately, the floor was mighty slippery and it's possible my camerawoman skills leave a small amount to be desired. Highlights include Jackie's/my weird laughing and Joe wandering into a wall in his excitement.
http://www.youtube.com/?v=MdjdwKSrq_o (I strongly advise you watch it. I'll be sad otherwise)
I'm now going to bed because I'm so ill I can only breathe with my mouth open and chasing/piggg backing/play fighting toddlers is fairly knackering. V. gutted to be missing the Cellar - I NEED some alcohol and loads of people were going to be out and UGH. My mum kept giving me rum and black earlier - not much appreciated. Slaters x x x x |
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[Feb. 5th, 2006|08:18 pm] |
This weekend was funny. I was hoping to have an early night on Friday; I really should have known that me plus a Wilkinson is most definitely not a recipe for sobriety. Slightly gutted we didn't go to the cinema. Obviously, crayfish chats and hot chocolate compensated. Went back to Issy's with cider. Attempted to watch the Breakfast Club. Naaaaaaaah. Then we watched Urban Legends, later in the night when i decided to wander around Islip in order to destroy garden ornaments I regretted that. I was expected knives in my back at any second. So I went back to Abi and jumped in her bush (hohoho - the horticultural variety). It was ace. We consumed at least four bottles of wine (possibly more) and countless cigarettes. I rang directory enquiries on the most amazing phone in the world, "Hi, I'm writing a book and I need to find another word for 'gay'. My friend suggested turd-burglar but I'm not sure. Any ideas...?". After much discussion with her colleague Julie, the nice lady came up with "Bender". Awh. Yeah, and then it was the next morning. Somehow. Woke up to discover that after I'd collapsed in Tom's bed, Abi had decided to cut herself an art fringe. HAHAHA. We made eggs and discussed spring rolls. Found that at some point I'd tried to steal a dumb bell (why??). We went into Oxford at about 2, played connect four at the train station and abi moaned constantly about how she'd become everything she hated, looks like a belle and sebastian fan. Blaaah. I like it, though. Visited Issy. Wandered around Oxford ("QUELLE BOOTS!") being scared by all the people and clinging to each other in still-drunken camaraderie. With Issy's blessing we went to get a half of cider - but then figured we might as well have a "whole hair of dog, instead of just half...". This brilliant logic rendered me nigh on incapacitated, talking bollocks to an old school friend on the bus. Vomited outside the ballet school (mmm) and then accidentally called my mother a cunt. Staggered into the shower, some clean clothes and into the car so I could go and see OTHER Abi ready for her birthday meal. Arrived, met lovely German Julia and opened weird cocktails, archers shnappzzzzzz and margarita stuff. Lucy, Katherine, Mike, Meadows, Hamish and Ben arrived. And then the LIMO came and I was well over-excited. Obviously, with names like "Hamish", the others are all loaded and were completely non-plussed. Drove around Oxford listening to club remixes of every amazing song ever and drinking complimentary champagne. and vodka. got to old orleans, wrote rude things all over the table cloth and harassed the waiter with Katherine. They also gave us champagne, and huge jugs of cocktails on the house. Lots of other people were there, but I can't really remember their names. Except for GOR! yeah. Go Gor! Abi's hot so basically it was a bunch of hot posh boys with silly names. I realised I was drunk after giving the waitress some of my champagne (she was ace) and forgetting whether I was supposed to be going up or down the stairs midway. Then the cake came, I played Connect 4 with the miscellaneous males (who were all actually very nice) and THRASHED Meadows. Gutted. Then they all went to Mood or somewhere along those lines and Kathryn and I staggered/slid along to the Zodiac. "hello bella"/"laaaaaaaaaadies"/"I'M GOING TO HUG A BIN!"/sick boy/pervert man/me falling over/walking down the iffley road. oops?/french/german accents. It was a thrill a minute. Kathrine was overjoyed to see the "Adonis" bouncer on the door, he was almost as great as mike/mark/whatever my favourite one's called. Then there was lots of alcohol and my sharona and dancing and abi (wilkinson) vomming in the sink causing hannah and i to vomit, too. mmm. And an unusla proportion of hot men. OH AND PEOPLE MAKING ME LIMBO. and me doing it but then slipping over at the end, thus totally ruining my achievement. and a scary man filming me. and an evil evil wench trying to get me thrown out because she knows how old I am. Fair enough if she didn't serve me but I've spoken to her and made a real effort to be nice to her despite the fact that all instincts suggested I should do otherwise. She sent the bouncers over to ID me, but, either they accidentally ID'd Abi (w) OR they're amazing and knew she meant me but because it was Adonis and my favourite one decided to be amazingly nice. Went upstairs for a while, was actually well good up there. Hannah found someone more drunk than us to look after. I laughed at her. Horrible person that I am. Aaaand then Abi (birthday girrrrrl) was in the Zodiac and Take That was playing and there was a mini cab waiting outside and I had to go and I was well confused. Got in the taxi, to find everyone else kind of sleepy and quiet. I was immensely hyper and kept rolling off my seat. How annoying. And then Johnny rang to hear the noise Ed makes. And then I had to play "the quiet game". Aaand Abi and I had a rather fun fight in her bed and, basically, looked like complete lesbians but it was fiiiine. Had lots of fags out of her window. Ben and Meadows found a brown stain in Abi's bed and I laughed so much I've totally lost my voice. Meadows and I started/finished a bottle of lambrini and a bottle of pinot grigio. Played about 6 million games of connect 4. he won one. Gutted again. Then we decided to do the sheisha. Spent about 20 minutes trying to make it work, and eventually gave up. Everyone snored. The boys left at like 8 in the morning for their important rugby match and I tried to read up my torn up copy of nightshift that was for some reason strewn all over Abi's room. Gave up. Had a really long wee. Went downstairs and was ever so close to vomiting when the girl on Hollyoaks did. Then my mum came and picked me up, and I came home and fell asleep leaning against the stairs. I still feel ill. This weekend has been so bad for my liver, I'm finally sober after about 46 hours of utter intoxication. Still, I made a conscious effort to behave myself and all things considered I think I controlled myself very well.
EDIT: have just realised Chris, one of the boys there, was the one who puked all over the back of my bus seat a couple of months ago. HAAAAAAA. If only I'd worked that out sooner... |
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"Oh I wish it could be Georgia'sbirthday every day!
Yesterday we all went out for Grog's birthday, because she turned the big 1-6. My present was amazing. Probably the best thing she got, but without the probably.
Eliot, Stu, Ross & Rosie couldn't come BUT IT WAS ALL OKAY. Because Jake&Amy&Issy&Joe&Biggs&Lucy&Rob&Alex&Gavin & I were there and we're all quite brilliant. Hohoho! We started the day in a nice, traditionally 16 year old way and bought vodka, cider and fosters. Then we went to shitty parks and drank. Issy and I managed to get drunk on two cans of strongbow because we're total lightweights and decided we were not going to tell anyone - because obviously they wouldn't notice unless we told them. Actually I think everyone was at least tipsy because we'd drunk it all super-fast and I'm sure your liver doesn't work as well in the morning, Or something. Then we met Joe in town and had to go buy his CLIFF RICHARD calendar he got Grog - although I'm not sure if he got one in the end because Issy and I urgently had to pee. I fell both up and down the stairs, and Issy decided to come in the same cubicle as me. Um... THEN Lucy had the amazing idea that we ask the carol singers on Cornmarket to sing "Happy Birthday" for Georgia and so we asked them and they did and it was a very special moment. We eventually made it to the bus stop and got on the bus and the bus driver WOULDN'T LET AN OLD MAN WITH AN EYE PATCH ON! Which I thought was a bit mean/funny. Then I had ltos of Amy's vodka on the bus and sat on the floor and accidentally shouted "is he blind?" about this mine who was talking to Jake and giggled openly at the funny Chinese man sat next to Gavin. Seriously, he looked like the Buddha. Um, and then we were at our stop, so as you'd expect we got off. And then swore after the bus at the townies sat at the back who'd been telling us to "sort your life out!". Which was a bit rich coming from Blackbird Leys dwelling chavs. Gavin had to run off and pee, and by the time we got to the bowling place so did the rest of us (i think it's important to know these things). Issy and I drank our last cans of Strongbow and Biggs and Lucy and I did some amazing graffiti;
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(mine said "GROG IS MY HERO! (and issy and biggs and lucy)". Sadly you can't really appreciate the brilliance of that piece of graffiti. However you can appreciate the drunkness of Issy so it's all good.
Spent most of the time bowling smoking in the bar - and in fact making bar stuff give us half full beers they were taking off other tables (eeew Lucy!). Disgusting as this was I suppose it did the job. I got a spare AND ALMOST A STRIKE TWICE! I've decided that actually, if you go drunk, and smoke lots, bowling is fuuun! Twice I bowled my ball when the metal thing that sorts the pins out was down and so it rebounded and drifted around in the middle of the alley until the staff came and fetched it. They clearly hated us with our middle class manners and our stupid haircuts.
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That's me handing my shoes in. As you can see Joe's looking very excited about the whole thing, in the background.
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And there's Gavin...scratching.
SUDDENLY bowling was finished and Biggs and Alex won with 115 POINTS! WELL DONE BIGGS AND ALEX! I don't know how I remember that, but I'm impressed with me. The best bit of bowling was hanging around in the bar afterwards. I stuck a sanitary towel on Amy's back to show Gavin it was funny. I really think it is. Then we stole balloons and had helium and generally behaved really immaturely. Issy and I asked a man for directions and he told us to go straight across the car park and follow the street lights. This wasn't particularly helpful as there were street lights EVERYWHERE and the car park was roughly the size of Wales. To make us feel better we womenfolk took a picture of ourselves. This calmed us down a lot.
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Still we eventually got on the bus, and then off the bus, and then to Noodle Bar! CONGRATULATIONS STRAWSON PARTY! With a ratio of 1 sober person to 6 drunks we managed to negotiate our way across Oxford without losing, hurting, or killing anyone! We'z da bomb, chaps.
Noodle bar was funny. I MET GEORGIA'S MUM. She's brilliant and French like she's supposed to be. Alex taught me to use chop sticks and it won't be long now before I'm a fully functioning member of society. To show how grateful I was that he'd imparted this knowledge I did his make up for him.
I think the blue really brought out the ginger of his hair...
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As you can see, Lucy was also having a lovely time (maybe because we'd just met WINDOW MAN! who'd offered us some weed. Or perhaps it was after Leon the paedophile who I thought was "really, really nice". gross):
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Joe then got hold of my camera...:
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LOL SUP ISSY YOU DRUNKARD!?!
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Then some guy shoved through us when we were stood outside the NB after our meal, and Lucy and I told him this was RUDE. Well, she did, I just rambled incoherently. It's possible the three glasses of wine I had in the Noodle Bar were my downfall.
Then Grog went home to open her presents, with Biggs. And the rest of us trundled off down to Antiquity Halls. Except Joe, who went to the train station and didn't come in BUT HE WALKED DOWN WITH US. So it was almost as good. And Gavin went home too. Byeee Gavin!
<img src=http://img8.picsplace.to/img8/3/DSCI0017_000.JPG> Although judging by that picture he DID come to Antiquity Halls. I really have no idea.
And then Issy and Amy went I think. And Lucy and I went across the road to Ben - I think his name was Ben - 's house and had a spliff. And Sophie's ex-boyfriend was there which just shows what a small world it is. And some other people. I haven't smoked anything in about a month so I was really worried I was going to get giggly and annoying and thye'd throw me out the window or something. Luckily, they didn't. Then we came back down and I got really sleepy and then this guy Pooks or something woke me up by shouting in my ear which Jake found HILARIOUS because he's a bastard. And then people played pool, and Lucy got sad - we hugged and had a girly chat and she cheered up a bit and all was good in the hood once more. I don't really remember much else. Except for I had a bit of a dilemma at some point because someone said Ben was staring at my breasts so I zipped my coat up and he was like "Oh, now look what you did!" but after about 5 minutes - actually, more like 5 seconds I realised I was literally so hot I might pass out. Problem was, if I undid my coat then it was like "HEY, PLEASE, LOOK AT MY TITS!". But if I didn't then I was in danger of overheating and dying. LUCKILY after 15 minutes of careful consideration of the pros and cons of each option I sort of fell asleep and nothing mattered anymore. A bit later we went for another spliff and I was all chilled out. Just wanted to curl up on the bed and go to sleep, really. Eventually I left for my bus. Ended up talking to this absolute TWAT - I mean really. He was the embodiment of the word. I couldn't have hoped for anyone more hopelessly rich to have talked to me. He and his friend had been in Mood - ya, mood, you know Mood? Ya, god, it's ya. So good in thaaar! Ya, I love the tunes! Ya!. He asked me where I lived and when I said Wallingford he full on nearly wet himself with excitement. Mate, why the fuck else would I be catching a bus there at 11:30 on a Wedsnesday night?? He was asking me if I knew people and turns out he was a bit of a loser. ALTHOUGH HE DID KNOW BLAKE. Ahahaha. Bless. So he asked me if I knew Joe Ebbs and I sort of laughed and was like "oh, we used to go out" (we did...when we were about 13. HOHOHO!). And he practically jumped off his seat in excitement. Actually, I think he did jump off his seat? And he was like "OMG, LIEK, REALLY? OMG COS YA AAAAAALL THE GIRLS I KNOW TOTALLY LOVE HIM! Gosh...Joe Ebbs, ya? From Brightwell-cum-Sotwell. Ya? Tall? Ya? Everyone fancies him? Ya?". The thought of Joe as a stud stunned me into silence for a while. Then we played a game of who knows the most people (I so won). I made up some names, including "Fanny Twatbag" - whose brother he apparently knows. HAHAHA, WHAT A FUCKING RETARD?! "Ya, are they the twatbags from Henley, ya? God, you're at Henley college? Ya, you're like, so independent! Ya!". Anyway then he came and set next to me and fucking put Nickleback on and I nearly strangled him. He spent the next 10 minutes listening to it on repeat and s i n g i n g. What the fuck? Nickleback. So then I was like "Um, do you know this band called Coldplay?" and he said "Omg, ya! You know Coldplay?! God, i've never met a girl with such good music taste before! Ya! None of my friends have liek, ever even heard of them. Do you know, liek, Guns N Roses?". To be honest, I was begining to doubt he'd ever met a girl before. And I really wanted to openly mock him. At the same time, he was getting a taxi from Wallingford to The Oratory (who the fuck does that? That's literally like a million pounds just to go to his friend's house when HE LIVES IN WALLINGFORD) and I rather fancied a lift. Anyway, so then he asked me if I had a boyfriend and when I said no he couldn't believe it, because, you know, I'VE BEEN OUT WITH JOE EBBS! After a good two minutes of him braying about how he totally didn't believe me and me completely ignoring him he stuck his hand in my crotch. Doesn't he sound lovely? I felt quite sorry for him really and made him move seats. Then he kept throwing little notes saying "Sorry" on them, as if he thought he'd deeply disturbed me and needed to make up for such a violation of trust with a really cheesy apology that he probably saw on a film. Then his friend who was sat behind me projectiled all over the back of my seat, and the floor. Three times. Vile? LUCKILY the other one decided now was the time to give up and decided to finally stop talking. Got off the bus, managing to avoid the copius amounts of vomit and fell over. Didn't see my Dad so instead of making a quick and sober looking recovery I giggled inanely to myself for a while before twirling around a bit. FINALLY noticed my Dad (he'd been out for a meal with his friends and was giving me a lift home) and said "Gosh, that's such a stupid superstition! (i have no idea). Got home where I believe I was shouted at, but I can't really remember.
Oh, and then I drew a picture of Georgia but I've lost it.
I LOVE HER AND HER BIRTHDAY OF FUN.
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[Dec. 18th, 2005|06:43 pm] |
Today was nice, Aunt Pip came over. So Mum got all girly and giggly and it was funny. We've got a new home phone which you can text. This really posh woman reads them out, so I made Pippy text it saying "bugger". And then we did "shit", "arse" and "bollocks". Then we had to stop because my Dad came home. Hohoho.
Went to see my brother's football match, they let me do penalty shoot outs or whatever they're called at the end and I scored. So I skidded along the floor on my knees; my mother was unimpressed.
Then we went to Fornovivo and we ended up drinking rather a lot of red wine and I was shouting loudly about how one of the boys on my brother's team "runs like he's disabled. Seriously, it's SO spastic!". With a disabled lady sat right behind me. Oops?
We finished lunch at 4, just in time for the football. I'm in love with Jose Mourinho. I said something about his coat being really cute, and how you'd love to see it hung up in the house or something. And Pippy was like "Yeah, and his boxers on the bedroom floor...". This sort of RACY talk continued for a while, and then Chelsea scored. Mourinho did some funny sort of punching thing and I came toe-curlingly close to saying "Do you think he does that when he comes?" but managed to stop myself LITERALLY just in the nick of time and said "Do you think he does that when he...um...gets a crossword answer right?". Smooth. Anyway, my Dad's gone to the pub with his posse and some of my mum's friends are round so I think I might go and see if I can get some port/sherry/ethanol.
Hope everyone had lovely weekends, gizza ring if you're in Ox tomorrow. My brother and I are christmas shopping. Oh joy?
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