| Birthdays, Bradford and Baseball bats |
[Feb. 22nd, 2006|12:44 pm] |
Well, I have quite a lot to write about for a change.
My birthday was great - I know I went out the day before and got absolutely arseholed, but I honest to goodness don't have a clue where, so we'll move on and begin on my actual birthday.
I had to go into uni which sucked, but I had a BIG present which turned out to be loads of little things which everybody knows is always best. Me dan Gemma, some people from my flat and next door all went out for curry, and it was quite nice, but I've had better. Then we went home - I think I drank a grand total of one beer and one of those big bottles of pretend WKD - and it was my BIRTHDAY; I've never felt so sensible.
I don't remember what has happened between then and whenever it was that everyone went to Jilly's. We were gonna go to rock kitchen, but never got there, something to do with Hilary having already got in free somehow but not being allowed back in, and Matthew being only half-conscious and running into the path of taxis. Still it was a good night from what I remember.
Fast forward to the weekend(or possibly 2 weekends) after, and that was the trip to liverpool with Matthew and Hilary - we went somewhere first.......*struggles to remember* - yes - we went to Todmorden, to see some bands, and then me Ryan, Sam and Hilary stayed in some woman called Pony and her husband Binbag Dave's flat. They were very nice, but they had a pointy cat which I didn't like.
In the morning we got up and had cheeseburgers, and then got on a bus and went back to mancs where we got a coach to liverpool. I then spent 2 days taking speed and drinking cider, which was fun, apart from the bit where I got sadder than I had ever been in my whole life and had to hide under a big wolf blanket cos it made me safe. I got home at 9.00ish on Monday morning and went into Uni at 10 - it was brilliant I'm sure you can imagine.
During the week, I went out but I only remember valentines day - we went to watch Grease at the union, and it was 99p madness, so we were fucked by the time we got out, but still decided that Baa Bar was a good idea. It was, cos we kept requesting 50's music and so we had a very Rock n' Roll night. I don't remember getting home - but I had bought a pizza which I couldn't eat cos I kept being sick; but I wasn't having that cos I'd paid for it, so I sat by the toilet, eating it slice by slice and being sick almost simultaneously. It was rancid, and made worse by me then not going to bed. Nikyla put me in bed, but then I got up and wanted to put her to bed, it was like a cheap old-fashioned comedy film, except after a few times she got pissed off, but she and Rob finally managed to get me to go after fuck knows how long of trying.
London Dan came up on wednesday. He was meant to be going to a squat in moss side, but it got evicted last week, but as he'd already got his bus ticket he came up to stay with me. We went to Bolton on friday, to see some bands, and then stayed at Beanie's leaky house (there was water coming through the light fittings in the kitchen whenever anyone turned the taps on in the bathroom). The next day Beanie and others (can't remember who) were off to Leeds to flyer for KS's gig, and Dan was gonna go with them and "panhandle" (god I wish he wouldn't call it that - it's fucking begging!!) a bit, but for some reason got the bus back to mancs with us and then hitchiked to somewhere else. Fuck knows where he'd been all day, but he turned up in Bradford later on, so it was alright. Kally and I missed KS cos the bus took ages longer than we thought, but we saw a couple of the bands and they were pretty good. When we were done at the Alma, we headed to the Shearbridge for the party. We got in the door, and that was the last I saw of Dan. Fuck knows where he is now, but wherever he is, he's got Ryan's hat, which Ryan is not best pleased about.
The party was alright, they were making brilliant falafel, but I hadn't had nearly enough to drink, and I didn't have any drugs, so in the end I just fell asleep on a mattress, waking up a while later to find that Lucy's dog had pissed in the bed, lol. In the morning Kally fell asleep, cos she'd had some shit speed (she stayed up all night looking depressed, but she was still awake) and so me and Ryan just bummed about listening to music adn stuff for a while, but then some of the people from the squat (it was Carol the polish man, a guy called Tom and a someone else) came and started chasing Ryan with an axe, which was pretty fucked up. They left him alone in the end, but then Tom came back and started telling Ryan he was full of shit and that none of them had wanted him to live with them anyway. So obviously after that Ryan was desperate to go, so we woke up Kally and made a move. Ryan went home I think, and me and Kally went to hers.
We got ready to go to the Meteors in liverpool, then bought some buckfast and got on the bus. We went for a pint with Sam and Hilary and then got on the coach.
Everyone was already fucked when we got there, and Hilary and I were up for catching up, so Sam and Kally went in to watch the bands and we stayed outside drinking and throwing tampons at people (no, I don't remember why). Then we went in, and I was having a great time (apart from someone shutting my hand in the toilet door), and the bands were great, only then I saw Chris and Ade and Matthew headed for the door. I assumed we were going, and caught up, but then all of a sudden Chris just fell down next to me.
I bent down to get him, and as I did so I saw someone swing for my head above me - he missed, and then apparently walked out with a baseball bat up his sleeve. Chris' lip was split open, and I was drunk and just sort of tried to catch the blood, the outcome of which was just to cover me in it - so when we got outside, everyone was a bit confused and nobody quite knew what had got on. The three guys got in a taxi to get Chris home and left the rest of us there. I saw the bloke who'd done it go back in, and had to be stopped from trying to smack him (wouldn't have been sensible, he was a huge skinhead and about 40), but the bouncer let me go back in to wash all the blood of, as long as I didn't touch the bloke, it was fucked up.
Ade called the police (the morning after he wasn't quite sure why), and they came over, but the house was full of drugs, and we were all fucked, so they really weren't paying much attention to anything we said. They just told chris to go to the doctor or hospital the next day for the medical evidence if he wanted to press charges. Needless to say he didn't.
So that ruined the gig somewhat, but the next day we went to the pub before going home, and then I came back here and went out drinking - I missed my writing skills seminar for the first time (shock, horror!). Today is wednesday, I need to buy some red hair dye, have a shower, text emu, and me and nikyla want to go and take a picture of our new house (even though the people that live there already think we're weirdos). Other than that, I don't think I'll be doing much, cos I have fuck all money. I'm sat by the phone, waiting for the call from MEN to tell me I can do a shift this weekend (but hopefully not Saturday cos I wanna go to Skitsytem in Bradford...... |
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[Jan. 29th, 2006|02:02 pm] |
I finally appear to be recovering from horrible week-long illness shit, thank fuck. I've been sitting around quietly shitting my pants and trying not to smoke lest my cough should turn into a chest infection (what with me not having a doctor, that wouldn't be good), but I woke up this morning and barely coughed at all, and I've only used about 100 tissues so far today whereas before I was getting through about 12 tonnes a day....
I feel like I haven't left the house in years - in truth I went out 3 times yesterday, but still. I need to insert myself back into life, as I should have when we got back from xmas, but didn't cos I had so much work to do, and then didn't cos I was ill. So yes, this week will be muchly sociable if all goes to plan. Besides anything else I need to go out and DO something so that Brokeback mountain doesn't take over my life - I actually can't stop thinking about it, seeing it twice made it worse, and I also hate myself for it cos it's actually not that brilliant. Goddamn if only they'd made it with ugly unknowns and it hadn't been so bloody sad.
One of the barmen in the union appears to have taken a dislike to me - he kept overcharging me last night, to the point that I complained, and he said that it was the other guy charging me wrong - I was about ready to launch into a big "I think I know how much a double vodka costs, I drink enough of them" but had a coughing fit and looked lame so it just turned into "fuck's sake" and me staggering back to my table. Bastard.
Everyone was meant to get up for twelve this morning so we could go to the Dutch Pancake house for breakfast, cos I don't think any of us have ever been. Did they? did they fuck. I'm still the only one up and it's ten past 2, I woke up early by accident, but I'd not have bothered getting out of bed if they hadn't kept on about it yesterday, grrrrr. I'm hungry too, and I have a grand total of half a cucumber, 1 packet of supernoodles, a bag of sugar left over from when Phil and Gemma came, and pasta but no sauce. I think I'll eat the cucumber then go to Asda. I fucking hate going to asda.
Gemma and Dan are coming tomorrow, think we're doing fallowfield on tuesday to the £6 quid, you can bring your own alcohol and we have indian mtv, but watch out for the pervy doorman curry house. Fuck knows where they're gonna park the car, but it's their problem, I did tell Dan about 8 times that there's nowhere to park, so it's hardly my fault. I desperately don't want to be 20, but there's not really a whole lot I can do about it really is there? |
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[Jan. 26th, 2006|04:05 pm] |
I am finally doing an update when I don't have an essay to write (here we are ignoring the fact that I have to write at lease one scene of a play by 12.00 tomorrow, AND a CV, and then there's the textual analysis, and I have to read twelfth night, and book a ticket for a play etc etc) and I'm in a good mood.
I'm feeling like a proper student, because today I went out with some people in my class, and we discussed Sonnets over lunch, it was terribly uplifting - I've been waiting my entire life to have someone explain to me the difference between a Petrarchan and a Shakespearean sonnet over a double whiskey, and now its happened, I feel cultured or something.
What else? hmmmm - went house hunting yesterday, but we got bored and it was cold, so we went to see brokeback mountain instead - I had some absolutely horrible giggle-fits, and I could hear the people behind muttering, and I ruined the film for myself, but I had been REALLY hungover and hadnt eaten all day and I'd had about 5 pints of coke so I was really hyper.
The hangover was a result of a trip to Deansgate locks where I consumed so many shots I lost count - and you got a shot and a bottle for two quid, but I kept wanting more shots before I could finish the drink in the bottle, at one point I was carrying 3 bottles of Grolsch round with me...
Nikyla and I walked home with two homeless people who pretended they were big issue sellers but weren't - we didnt have any money anyway, but Alan and John walked us to the Oxford Road, so that we knew how to get home, but it still took us about an hour after that just because we couldnt walk in a straight line.
Other than than, it's my birthday on tuesday!! and Kally's incidentally, I dont have a clue what to get her - I dont have any money, grrr. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2005|06:07 pm] |
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Yes. I have an essay due in tomorrow. I have written 272 of 1500 words and it's taken me 4 days so far. I may not be very good at maths but I have an inkling that if I carry on at the same rate it's not going to get done.
I have no money. None at all, I am borrowing food from my flatmates and have stopped smoking. I wish I had something to sell *sigh*
But this is what being a student is all about yes? I think I've just been a bit too alcoholic for my own good in the weeks gone by, and it's damaged my finances in the most extreme fashion, and as the bank are wankers and won't hurry up with my overdraft noone's getting a xmas present this year unless I find it/steal it/am able to make it for less than 10p. Just to prepare you.
At least not having money to go out means I HAVE to stay in, which in theory should mean less distraction to stop me from doing my damn essay - but NO - the internet is evil, oh you can read for hours about nothing and rot your brain playing stupid games, none of which will help you in discussing Pamela in light of the conventions of The Epistolary Novel, or Robinson Crusoe in relation to point of view, or Pilgrim's progress and the conventions of the allegorical genre. I only have to do 500 words on each - that's NOTHING and yet I can't do it. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! I am SO frustrated it's not even true, and as soon as I've finished this one I've got to spend the weekend in the library trying to do the research for the next one, and I can't even THINK about the christmas essays *feels sick*.
Uni's great, except the work bit. I really wish I'd actually taken into consideration how lazy I am and how long it's been since I actually put some proper effort into education before I decided to do this. Ah well, I've started, and I'm stubborn, so I'm sure as fuck not giving up - because I do enjoy the learning bit, I'm just such a lazy cunt that I hate the work.
In other news: when did livejournal go all fancy? it's got birthdays and shit on it. cool.
Flatmate from hell Mr.Maximo Park at 4am aka. James (the ginger indie art wank twat from Birmingham) has gone to London til the weekend, which is SO nice I cannot even begin to explain it.
God I wish I'd started using this when I first got here, and just been thinking about it, and I've done so many things, too many to possibly write down now, and I've probably forgotten loads - ah well.
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|11:02 am] |
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I thought I'd do another pointless post, (cos I'm good at that)to say that junkie man, the inspiration behind this community is alive and well and back at his old begging spot! I gave him two cigarettes and a cup of tea when I saw him, for which he was grateful. One day I'll ask him his name.... |
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|10:42 am] |
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I am terminally bored, and so I've decided to do the most unlikely thing in the world and update my journal!!!!!!!!!
I don't have much to write in it, really though. Friday was muchly fun with far too many people stuffed in my living room smoking silly amounts of pot and drinking even siller amounts of beer, and it sort of sccidentally carried on for a second day, I wasn't really complaining although Russell actually didn't move from his space on te sofa for like 6 hours, not even to go to the loo, the horrible little man.
Then monday mum and Kieran got back, they hadn't been swept away, but they had bought a digeridoo (how the FUCK do you spell that?!), lol. Monday evening was Gemmas barbeque, where we played on the trampoline until about 12, then we just lay on it under duvets, lol. Dean got alcohol poisoning (except he actually didn't, he was just exagerrating) and then in the morning we watched Extreme Makeover; Home Edition, then we went home.
Tuesday, Dan rang to say he'd finally got another car....and here's me expecting the only a few years old Vauxhall Corsa or whatever it was that Moya was selling him, and he turns up in a White G-reg Fiesta, exactly like Lars (before he blew up, rest his soul) except that it was petrol, and Lars was diesel. Anyway, we went out in it, and he let me have a go driving it round the carpark, which was not nearly as exciting as it used to be when he used to let me do that before I was less than 3 weeks away from my test, ah well.
Had a driving lesson this morning, which was alright; apart form the bit where we ended up on the pavement trying to avoid crashing into a tractor which I'd misjudged the width (and speed of). I can't help but think this is not a good sign.......
Dave's barbeque tonight, except it looks like rain, and has done since I got up, which was about 4 hours ago, but there's still hope that it'll clear up I suppose. Anyway, bored now, ooh, it's 11am, I think extreme makeover might be on............ |
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[May. 10th, 2005|10:05 am] |
I just had the worst driving lesson in the history of the world ever.
I got stuck in the middle of one of those junction/crossroads things with the yellow checks on that mean you're not allowed to stop in them. I stalled the car, then another car came the other way, meaning I still couldn't go,then the light changed. As we finally turned the corner my instructor said "well, I don't know what else could have gone wrong there". I'm sooo not passing my test.
I'm trying to work out where all my money's gone. I don't think I've been out that much this month, my car insurance was like £50 and I've paid like £39.50 for driving lessons in 3 weeks, so that's nearly £100 taken care of.....which means the rest of it is beginning to make more sense - how can driving cost so much money when I can't actually even do it?!! |
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[May. 9th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
Cat told me to update my journal, so I am, because I do what I'm told BECAUSE I'M NOT NAUGHTY!!!!!!!!! silly man.
AAAAAnnnnnnyyyyyyyywwwwwwaaaaayyyy hmm today was boring college rubbish as usual, blergh meh etc
sent off my loan application - considering killing a grandparent to get a bit extra on top of it - oh dear, I actually just communicated that to someone other than myself.
Emu suggested I join the monster raving loony party as shadow minister for handing over world control to celebrities as I have decided the world would be a better place if it was controlled by Will Self and Stephen Fry.
Cat suggested Dougie from McFly should assist, and despite the fact that Self would probably eat him alive, it could be an interesting experiment - I don't think he'd actually have to EAT him to do some damage though - he and Stephen Fry could just talk at him for a while, about, well anything really, and they'd use so many big words his head would swell up until he had a nervous breakdown and cowered in a corner whimpering like a child.....he is a child, ah well.
Spent the most part of Friday night underground, in in some kind of cellar. The house of which the cellar had once been part burnt down or something, I dunno I was drunk by the time we got there.
Ashley and I had to walk all the way down seaford beach because Liham was stoned and told us the wrong place to meet. When we finally did get there we sat around drinking beer and smoking joints while waiting for other people. As we were all quietly minding our own business, a police van with "dog unit" written on the side pulled up beside us, and a very big sounding dog started going mental inside. Adam threw his joint away. There wasn't time to do anything about the pills, crack and weed that various people had in their pockets. We smiled politely as the policeman asked "is this the goth-squad then?".
The Police dogs spack was not going unnoticed. I KNOW I wasn't the only one eyeing the back of the van in a panic as claws squeaked on metal and the fucking thing growled and snarled for all it was worth. The Policeman helpfully told us that he'd taken the dog to the vet's last week and it had had drops which turned it's eyes green "Imagine that dog with green eyes; scary sight I can tell you" that's very nice, thankyou, we really wanted to know that cos we weren't worried enough by your fucking dog anyway mr.friendly-but-still-ever-so-annoying-policeman.
He asked us what we were planning for the night. We said a party. He asked where. Nobody said anything. He suggested that perhaps we were going to the beach. Nobody said anything. He asked again where we planned to go, adding that he only needed to know incase he got a call about us - because he needed to know where to find us because he wouldn't be able to see us in the dark (ha ha ha). After he'd asked for the third time, someone, I don't recall who, had the bright idea to say "We're going to Liams house" to which the policeman replied "ahh, I know liam, have a nice time" and drove away.
Crisis over, we headed to the Hole.
The Hole was actually a hole, reached by walking about 3 miles across fields full of cows that aren't in the least bit scared of you and don't refrain from almost standing on your toes. Anyone who has ever accompanied me to the countryside will be aware that I fucking hate cows. They are shit. They are evil fucking devil animals who are trying to kill me. As you can imagine I didn't particularly enjoy this trip. Still we got there in the end, just before dark, how very ambient.
The Hole was lit by candles and I was surrounded by goffiks - I spent the ENTIRE night listening to black metal, death metal, fuck knows what other genres of metal - and the only much welcomed breaks to this were some Drum & Bass and "I am the one and only" by Chesney Hawkes, I was promised crack but didn't get any, it was cold, jackie was there - all of which made it a bit bloody crap.
However, it wasn't really as bad as I make out - because at about 3am someone I didn't know called Dave noticed that everyone was dying of hypothermia/the munchies, and said "I only live about 2 miles away - I can walk it in an hour and I have a 70 litre backpack so I'll come back with food and sleeping bags for everyone" so he and josh left, adn we waited about half-an-hour and couldn't hack it anymore, and went to Sol's. It was only later we realised we hadn't rung Dave and josh to tell them not to come back; then we found out none of us had their numbers. They haven't been heard from since.
We went to Sols where we all had sleeping bags and I've never been so happy to be indoors in all my life. In the morning I was awoken by Harry kicking me repeatedly whingeing that his trousers were wet, he needed a fag and he was bored. I asked the time it was 7.15. I went back to sleep.
A couple of hours later we trecked back across 3 miles of field to the train station. I swear to god Bishopstone is stuck in the 1800s. The entire place appears to consist of only a station, 3 houses and a church. It pretends to have sea by sharing a corner of seaford beach, but the rest is cows and grass, and fucking stinging nettles. The station had no ticket man, but there was a shop, which I went in. Behind the counter were 3 incredibly old people. I waited for them to tell me that this was "a local shop for local people" and that "there was nothing for me here" but they didn't to my disappointment. They did however write my purchase on a piece of paper, owed to the fact that tills probably haven't been invented yet in Bishopstone. Then we got on a train and got the fuck away. As it pulled off Harry said " I don't think I'll ever go there again". And I agreed. |
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[Mar. 6th, 2005|02:08 pm] |
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Wednesday was pretty good as it turned out. Boris drove me and Gemma there and then they stayed at mine.
The gig was alright although Thee Merry Widows sucked majorly, The Priscillas were quite good and The Ass Rokits were better then I expected - apparently at the end they got an offer to go on a mini-tour round the UK and record a split EP with some other band that I can't remember the name of, but Holly doesn't want to do it becasue she's meant to be going to some gig with her boyfriend while they're gonna be away - stupid bitch, if I was a bass player I'd take her place in a second, ah well - some people just don't know when they've got it good.
On Thursday morning we went to all the trouble of getting up and leaving in time to get to college for 9, but when we got to Lewes we decided we didn't want to go and it would be more fun to go and play in the snow on the golf course outside Brighton. So that's what we did, and we were 'sledging' on a plastic bag and our leather jackets, and it was fucking hilarious, and then we found a tray - which made it twice as much fun, lol - except we managed to lose a packet of fags somewhere and were convinced we had frostbite when we got back, it was good though.
Friday Cat and I jammed at her house - she learnt another song - Knowledge, a nd then we picked her brother up from outside tescos where he's been carrying out the obligatory pastime of Uckfield 14 year olds - sitting in luxford field/outside tescos being generally obnoxious..... fun
Saturday Dan came down from London, and we were accosted for photographs again, but by a proper photographer this time, Dan's picking them up next week and the guy said he'd give him a set of copies for me too which was nice.
We went to the hob, and while I was at the bar this man pulled me to the jukebox saying "I am from switzerland (or maybe it was Sweden, I can't remember). Have you the Pogues on this jukebox??" and I was like "I don't know" adn he just kept saying "I am from Sweden/ Switzerland" and THEN he came and sat with us, lol - but Mad Sin man came with him, whose real name it turns out is Tony, and he's alright - he says friday night in the Hob is on him which is fine by me, lol. And the jukebox man was called Roamn, he told me that about 300 times, and he kept saying "are you ok?" - like every 2 minutes, he got a bit tedious after a while so when Dan and I had to go to meet the photographer I was actually kinda pleased, and when we got back he had gone so we had a bit of a laugh about him, lol. We just seem to attract weirdos.
Dean was saying that the weird "film director" guy that tried to chat us up last time had started coming on to him after we left, hehe.
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[Mar. 2nd, 2005|11:48 am] |
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I'm so bad at remembering I have a journal it's not even true - so yeah - my life since october:
*I went to Greenday, it was awesome both times
*Saw Flogging Molly, they were pretty good but we had to leave before the end
*Didn't go to scotland cos my cousins' rubbish
*Was ill all over Christmas
*Had the worst new year ever
*Had the best Birthday ever (4 days of solid drinking, friends at gig at the hob, saw Lars and the bastards - met Lars,Gordy and Craig)
*Had the best valentines day ever - even though I didn't get any cards *cries* (spent the day in London with Dan, drunk all day, walked along the Thames dodging policeman, took over the bridge in camden; dan was sick on it, got our pictures taken by tourists, befriended the homeless punks outside the station, met Gordy again - he remembered me, yay!, grafittied the bastards tour bus with our phone numbers - still waiting for that call, hmmmm, Lars gave me a drag on his cigarette but wouldnt give me a whole one at the end, got a hug and a kiss instead, lost the feeling in my legs and had to be dragged all the way to victoria where we were mistaken for homeless people again, then we went to Tarring Neville, yay - except by this time it wasn't valentines day anymore, meh)
hmmm - that's about it really - I've got my theory test next thursday, my comms presentation the following monday, then off to manchester on tuesday, band practice when I get back on thursday, it's all go for me at the mo.
I wish it would fucking stop snowing, I'm meant to be going to Brighton tonight to see Holly's band, but apparently the buses are fucked, and if I get stuck in brighton I've got nowhere to go cos lisa sold her bed......and the other mattress along with it, unless I go to gay james'............ |
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[Oct. 24th, 2004|11:16 pm] |
Just remembered, I got Green Day tickets, for Brighton AND Brixton - but Brixton is on the day of my English coursework exam adn Brighton I could only get seating tickets, which is a bit crap, but at least I got tickets at all.
Also, Mari said it's being rumoured that Good Charlotte are supporting, and if that's true, I don't think there's any way I can NOT take Kieran without feeling tremendously guilty for like the rest of my life, btu yeah - we'll see.
Still no news on the LFATB front though - they had better bloody come here!! |
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[Oct. 24th, 2004|10:43 pm] |
Emu just reminded me that I had this thing so I'll update it to keep her happy.
Erm.....went to Nandi's party in crowborough on Friday 'twas a bit rubbish really, made even more rubbish byt he fact that Chris had invited me to a squat party in london where a band called The Verukers were playing, but I felt obliged to go to crowborough because I'd already said I was, and so Chris said he wouldn't bother going if I couldn't go and that we'd do something some other time - *sigh*, can't help but think I should've gone to london..... ah well
- James spent my Absinthe money on Pernot, which I hate, and then he fucking put sugar and water in it and was downing it (you're supposed to only have it with water, not sugar, and it's a SLOW drink)- I nearly chucked cos it was rank.
erm yeah - so me mike and emu had some joints while everyone else was asleep, then in the morning freddy gave us a lift to the bus stop and we went charity shop shopping cos they had interesting ones that we don't have in Uckfield like "Hospice in the Weald" and shit.
so I got home and I was gonna go out drinking with Karl and Emu, but I couldnt be arsed cos it was so horrible and raining outside and I just wanted to go to sleep.
I had txted Dan around 2ish to see what he was up to, and he said he was going to the cinema with Laura and Lisa, which was fair enough, although I notice he didnt ask if I wanted to go too. But, anyway, about 5.30 Cat rang me to see if I wanted to go to Bar Boo later with her, Dan and Emma, and by that time I was bored and regretting not going out with Emu and Karl, so I said yes and she said she'd pick me up at 7.30.
So then about half 6 I was on MSN and she said that Emma was ill and that Dan had pulled out at the last minute, so she came round to mine, and I suggested inviting Lisa out - and she said she already had and that Lisa said she was going to the cinema - so then we realised that Dan must have had no intention of coming with us at all, because he was going to see White Chicks with Lisa.......I was really pissed off, and now I'm even more pissed off cos he said on Thursday when he and Mari came over that he was going to Mari's party on tuesday and that he'd come and pick me up after babysitting and take me there cos it isn't starting til 8.30, so I'll have only missed a couple of hours, but then he rang me today (from Cats - once again no move to invite me...)and said he didn't know if he was going to Mari's now.....and if he doesn't go I probably can't either, and that'll be rubbish.
So all in all, everything's a bit shit, Punk Rock karaoke tomorrow, but ti will probably end up being just me and Emu, cos everyone says they'll come places and then doesn't, AND we have nowhere to stay (and it's october, and raining a lot) and I'm probably gonna end up not going to Mari's party, and then on wednesday I'm going to dad's til saturday night (when I've got to babysit so can't go out), and I can't even drive there cos Paul and Kate have my car, in nottingham - and it's going to be rubbish, because there is nothing to do there, and I'm going to get dragged out by Gemma and Kelvin again, to the pub that would be cool if I knew someone there besides them, but as it is I'll just sit there feeling awkward because there's nothing to talk about and they will insist on buying all my drinks (which would be a good thing if it weren't for the fact that I hardly know them and feel guilty)
Rubbish seems to be the word of the day, and I hope I'm in a better mood tomorrow (mostly depends on whether people turn up to punk rock karaoke or not I think) |
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| yay go me! - an update |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|08:42 pm] |
I'm going to die, because Green Day are playing the Brighton centre and I must have tickets - they go on sale on saturday morning at 9.30 and I'm gonna fucking die if I dont get one!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway - I'm actually having trouble thinking about anything at all - because just found out that Lars and the Bastards ARE doing a UK tour, and that also makes me so excited that I can't do anything, so to preoccupy myself I've stolen this thing from emu's journal.....
1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet + Street you live on):
Mutley The Drive
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food + Grandfather's first name):
Purple Nik Naks Victor
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + Favorite restaurant):
Flugrekorder ASK (it's a rammstein cd and I don't really have a favourite restaurant)
4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot):
Favourite spice?? I don't have one um......
Cumin Den Haag
5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied):
Bonnie chops Brighton
6. "FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):
H. Hew
7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen):
Chocolate Orange fairy liquid
8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School):
Lamb Haywards Heath
9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):
Chips JD
10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived):
Victoria Alexandra Road
I do apologise - I am having a series of nervous breakdowns due to green day - my mum says this is not a good enough reason to stay off college tomorrow - so I should really finish my history essay..... |
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| Pizza Hut in Tunbridge Wells wouldn't accept our reverse charge call |
[Oct. 2nd, 2004|04:41 pm] |
So, last night involved going to Emu's and drinking mushroom tea.
It was interesting in that I don't think we thought we were as fucked as we were - at the time, phoning a christian information line to ask if Jesus could get me a kit kat didn't really seem that silly - anyway, jesus didn't come through on the kit kat front, so we tried to reverse the charges to Pizza Hut in tunbridge wells using that Holly Valance number, but they wouldn't accept it - we didn't even want pizza, we were trying for a kit kat.
Earlier on before Daniel, Legan and Liham had arrived we'd gone ot the pub for kit kats, but we were kind of scared to leave the house - we propped the front dor open with a flowerpot which later scared the shit out of me for some reason. But anyway - at the pub they had free matches in a brick, so I took some and then accidentally lit one on the front door and dropped it on the doormat at emus house, which wasn't clever.
Anyway, more later cos dinners ready........... |
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[Sep. 28th, 2004|10:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Devo - Mongoloid | ] |
I've just got back from babysitting where I planned on doing at least one of the three bits of homework I've got due in for Thurs, but didn't do any, ah well, such is life.
I did fuck all today - I went into college early cos me and Claire were gonna go research university shit, but then we couldn't be arsed, so I sat and chain-smoked for an hour and a half til my lesson started.
Emu has written me some Rancid slash - as I have nothing else to write about I shall put it here for your amusement.
( It's not often you encounter a goat in Rancid slash )
Yes, well I'm sure that was an interesting reading experience, although I've just realised that nobody else but Emu actually knows I have a new journal yet, so posting that was totally pointless as noone except her will see it and she wrote it. poo.
I'm going to attempt to do something to the Khaoz Punx (oi oi!) community now as I got pissed off with it yesterday and decided I couldn't be arsed. |
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