some sort of title.

So, get a tent and fill it with alcohol.

That is roughly how much I drank last night.

It was definatly probably worth it.

Anyway when I woke up it was the most disgusting day ever, but once again I escaped the hangover. So I'm actually fine apart from being amazingly tired.
Also, I have come to find that whenever my Dad picks me up from a particularly trying sleepover he likes to take me shopping in Waitrose. He drove to Waitrose, dragged me inside and as he was putting bottles of something into the trolley he realised he'd forgotten his wallet.

'Luckily' I had money with me so I spent the better part of £40 on bread and ham and other pointless things.

My Dad was in a very strange mood. He said it was because he was overtired. While we were driving back to Pewsey, his shoes made a 'hilarious' squeaking noise on the brake pedal because they were wet.

He said it was like there was a tiny squeaky animal under the pedal and then laughed and punched my arm and then nearly killed us when he flinched at a leaf hitting the windshield.

He asked me if I had fun at J's. I have no idea. People keep telling me things I did but it's like they're telling me a story from someone else's life.

I said 'Yeah it was fun', then he launched into a lecture about universities and how I wear too much eyeliner and how I'll never get a boyfriend if I always look like a panda (I think pandas are cute).

I said 'Sara and SMBx are back together' and he said 'WHAT?! When did this happen?' and I said 'well me and Sara tried it on and SMBx realised how jealous she was thus realising what a good couple they are'.

The car swerved a considerable amount at this point.

lol.

So, as it turns out...

Rejection isn't actually that bad :)

oh em gee those radioheadz are so cyoot.

The news is that J is having a super special 18th birthday party.

It's camping (yey!) probably in Savernake forest on the 31st.
So alot of people are invited- J, me, Sara, L, SMBx, Saboo and err.... Joey (sorry) also a bunch of other people that dont blog so obviously they're not cool enough to be mentioned.

Make sure you have a tent if you're coming. And alcohol. And some milk for people who don't drink (naw I love you guys really).

At the moment my Dad isn't letting me go, but I'm pretty sure I can convince him.

Hope to see you guys there.
Now I'm off to wrap J's presents.
By the way Sara you should wear eyeliner one day with that haircut. You might just turn me if you do.

OMG LOOKIT MY DESKTOP BACKGROUND

Seriously gaiz stop staring at me I'm meeellting.

*nosebleed*

The Merriment of the English Language

Today in English Language, me and J literally laughed our socks off. Seriously, they just flew off and we barely even noticed.

It was because we are looking at childrens story books, and me and J were blessed with that old classic 'We're Going on a Bear Hunt'. Remember? It was like the best book ever!!! Goes something like like-

We're going on a bear hunt
We're going to catch a big one
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared

Then theres the whole 'We can't go over it, we can't go under it, golly goose! We have to go through it!'

I'll tell you something, this family goes through a whole mess of shit including long grass, a waist deep river, a field of mud, a snowstorm, a dark forest just to find a bear which they then run away from.

Best book ever. Really.

I won't bother trying to explain what we were chortling at because it was quite a 'you had to be there' sensation. I could try to explain it but really, it will just result in me appearing rather simple minded.

Oh my aching sides, I haven't had a laughing fit like that in a while. Maybe when E and B were over and E told us about the pizza dropping/kicking story (you had to be there).

But, right at the end of the Bear book, there is a really nice illustration of the poor lonely bear walking back along the beach to his cave. It brought a metaphorical tear to my eye. That picture always made me sad, even when I was little I can almost remember my Mum or my Dad doing the 'ahh look, the bears sad. He just wanted some fwends'

Poor, poor bear.

Still funny, funny lesson.

Feelings and Shit

Right now I have never been more confused in my life.

In other news, me and J were talking about the landmarks of our lives together. Most of them happened in our year 10 english classes. One memory that always brings a larf is when we were in Mrs Round's class (calm down you paranoid freaks she doesn't even go to out school anymore) and she was talking about how disrespectful and inappropriate it was to swear in the presence of a lady. J and me turned to each other with a look of digust and disbelief:

J: Shit!
Me: Those bastards!
Mrs Round: >:c

Har de har. I have another one but I can't remember it. I suppose I should explain the confused part. Stuff's going on in my head right now. But I can't even explain it. It's just like I feel perfectly happy one minute, then suddenly I just want to run away somewhere, or punch something or shout at someone. I don't know. Well, I kind of know.

The other day, J and me were sitting outside next to the tree. It was nice and sunny. J turned to me and said, 'Hey... Do we actually have any real friends?'.

Stupid question, I thought. But then I really thought about it. No J, we don't. It's just you and me. But I really don't care about the rest.

So right now, for me, I only really have J, Sara and L.

I think.

This Isn't Happening...

I just went for a run (again).

When I run, even though I'm concentrating on my speed and breathing, even though it's near pitch black and I have Florence + The Machine blocking out any potentail traffic hazards, my mind wanders.

I can't help it, I think about things I rarely have the time for. Mostly people and situations. I picture a person, go through my feelings for them, I wonder what we would do if I went round theirs or they came round mine. I remember something about them that makes me smile. I imagine what it would be like to be them, I wonder what they really think of me.

Today on my run I had my mind set on a particular person. I do not want to think about this person. Mostly because I have been thinking about this person all day. I think about this person every day. I find it hard to talk about them. But I find it hard not to talk about them. It baffles me how fond I am of this person, because I've never really spoken to this person outside of the virtual world.

In the rare moments that I see this person, I feel happy, like there's a chance. I watch their behaviour and come to a conclusion. Then later I dismiss that conclusion due to over-analysing their behaviour. Due to the current circumstances, logic says I should forget about this person. But I was never really a logical person.

This isn't happening....

I have a crush on him.








How fucking pathetic.

Seventh Heaven?

Today, I had a seventh lesson. It was English Language, and of course, I sat next to J.
We were both completely shattered so didn't feel like doing much work, so we did the 'hand animal thing that walks around on tables' game. You know, you basically just pretend your hand is some sort of creature that as the IQ of an apple.

While this was going on, our teacher was mumbling away about Language Aqusition and various theorists, when suddenly she said
'J-James are you listening?'

Seeing as both our names start with a J, hearing the 'J-' part of that sentence gave us both a bit of a shock and we collapsed into fits of silent choking laughter.

For quite some time.

Also today, I ate about 57 Oreos and two packets of crisps. SO I am definatley going running.
Hopefully this time I won't run into a tree, or trip over a field-mouse...