'you look tired'

*cough*

So, I haven't blogged in a while, and I've mainly put that down to exams and the fact that my computer went through a stage where it wouldn't let me type normally unless I had the 'Fn' button held down.

Hooray for Windows.

Anyway exams are over, and the 'Fn' problem randomly fixed itself, just like all things that quietly irritate you eventually do.

I've been quite busy over the past week, Wednesday I went over a friend's for a camping get together that was celebrating three birthdays. It was cracking, and I behaved myself this time by not getting utterly lashed and chundering everywah, unfortunately the same cannot be said for some people. I ended up staying up all night having one of those deep conversations with someone I was slightly uncomfortable with. Usually when I get uncomfortable I end up taking the piss excessively. Which, incidentally, is exactly what happened.

And then they ended up in a strop.

Honestly.

I felt phenomenally shit the next morning, so me and J staggered back to hers and crashed on her bed while vaguely aware that Peep Show was playing on her DVD player. For the whole day I was pretty much in a zombie-like stupor and ended up doing some really retarded things. For example making myself some toast, taking the butter out of the fridge, putting the toast in the fridge, and then staring at the butter for a good ten minutes before realising what I had donewrong.

Thursday night I had the best nights sleep evar, woke up at eight and packed enough for two days in London. Whilst in London I learnt how to navigate on the Tube, and spoke mainly in an Irish accent.
The Wireless Festival (at Hyde Park) was amazing, although we didn't see anyone particularly credible, I am not ashamed to say that P!nk fucking rules.

She got in a giant hamster ball and rolled all over the audience.

What.

After the Festival we staggered our way to the nearest MacDonalds and drank a bucket of Sprite before wandering around central London until we eventually found the Hostel we were staying at. During our wanderings we walked down a very long and eerily quiet alleyway, which obviously sparked hysterical comments from J such as 'Shit! Was that a pigeon? We're going to get bird-raped!'

The next day we met up with other friends and went to Gay Pride. Now, I'm not being homophobic or anything, but I was excessively uncomfortable. J buggered off before the parade started because she was an absolute numpty and left her washbag at the Hostel, so I ended up being the only straight person within a mile radius.
However, this clearly isn't obvious enough, because I did get 'chatted up' by a girl. 'Chatting up' meaning she just walked up to me and asked me if I was single. Honestly, if a guy did that to me I'd just tell him where to go.

After the parade we headed off to a Pride concert. I ended up having to listen to Same Difference while guarding the bags and writhing in agony with J. After three hours of playing make-sure-no-gays-steal-our-bags-while-we-go-and-have-fun we decided to bugger and get snacks because we were starving and not gay. So we really had no place there.

We caught the train home at 8:15pm and I got home at about 10:20pm, where I emptied all of my clothes into the washing basket and almost drowned myself in the shower before collapsing onto my bed.

Next week I'm off to an Art Exhibition at St Johns. I swear if they put up any of my art I will rip it down Bobby, because that is copyright dammit. I will somehow take it to court.

On Thursday J, SMBx, SHBx and I are off to Thorpe Park which I am so looking forward to, but for now I'm just having a few quiet days at home.

On an end note, why is it that some people feel so ridiculously inclined to inform you that you like like shit but euphemistically? By this I mean by saying to someone 'ooh you look tired', you might as well be saying 'bloody hell, you look like a sack of teletubby shit'.

It really pisses me off. I mean, what are you supposed to say to it? 'Thankyou'? 'I'm sorry'??

I usually respond with 'I am tired', to which they usually nod as if by this observation and analysis we have somehow reached the logical conclusion that I am, in fact, tired.