Yes, the entire country is in uproar, it's all over the news, everybody has heard about the three inches of snow. But I'm still going to blog about it.
I love the snow! It makes me feel like a kid, it transforms the world, making beauty everywhere. Walking through the streets, seeing the snowflakes falling down, casting tiny shadows in the whiteness, is so life affirming, so peaceful. It is impossible to be unhappy in the snow.
I'm sure if we lived in Canada or Norway or some other permanently snowed in place, then it would not be at all exciting. But this is England so we have to be more enthusiastic about this novelty weather.
We made a giant snowball and named it Jeremiah. It started off as a snowball, then became more of a snowbean, then a snowprawn, then the prawn wanted to be a real boy, and its wish came true, and we had a snowbaby which we smashed to pieces on the ground.
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Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
I Took A Gamble
And I won.
I went on another random adventure. It was Burns' night, and I was all set for staying in, when a ridiculously attractive and incredibly cool guy added me on MSN. Had fun talking, eventually decided that I'd go to his house for drinks. We both lack possession of a sense of danger, and operate in a world where it is always a great idea to sleep at strangers' houses and invite random people home. Fire is fun to play with, and we're indestructible.
Turns out that he has a girlfriend and is trying very, very hard to be good. It also turns out that I am an excellent agent of moral decay.
However, as moral failures and bad people, we cannot be held responsible for our actions.
We played baccarat and I think I'm moving up in the world. I may be a harlot but fate was my guide. Moth, meet flame. It's all good fun, made even better by the terrible evilness of it all. Yes, I'm going to hell, and it's going to be a great party. Life is strange and oh so random these days. I keep trying to understand but it's futile. Just go with it, and don't think too much.
Woke up early and out into distant memories of mornings. Had breakfast in a cafe and read newspapers. Odd, the things I find novel. The gaps in my life experience, which are slowly filling up. Still feel like I'm playing catch-up sometimes.
But I digress. I still won.
In fact, I can scarcely comprehend the levels of winning which I have reached.
I went on another random adventure. It was Burns' night, and I was all set for staying in, when a ridiculously attractive and incredibly cool guy added me on MSN. Had fun talking, eventually decided that I'd go to his house for drinks. We both lack possession of a sense of danger, and operate in a world where it is always a great idea to sleep at strangers' houses and invite random people home. Fire is fun to play with, and we're indestructible.
Turns out that he has a girlfriend and is trying very, very hard to be good. It also turns out that I am an excellent agent of moral decay.
However, as moral failures and bad people, we cannot be held responsible for our actions.
We played baccarat and I think I'm moving up in the world. I may be a harlot but fate was my guide. Moth, meet flame. It's all good fun, made even better by the terrible evilness of it all. Yes, I'm going to hell, and it's going to be a great party. Life is strange and oh so random these days. I keep trying to understand but it's futile. Just go with it, and don't think too much.
Woke up early and out into distant memories of mornings. Had breakfast in a cafe and read newspapers. Odd, the things I find novel. The gaps in my life experience, which are slowly filling up. Still feel like I'm playing catch-up sometimes.
But I digress. I still won.
In fact, I can scarcely comprehend the levels of winning which I have reached.
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Firefly and Stuff
I watched a few episodes today. Halfway through, my friend came round, sat herself down, ate all my sweets, spent the whole time playing on her phone and then declared it boring.
Also watched the Obama inauguration ceremony. It was kinda sweet how he fluffed up his swearing-in lines. I don't think he's going to be quite the messiah people make him out to be, but he can't be worse than Dubya.
I got my story up to 10,000 words after a couple of sleepless nights, but then had a massive deja vu delusion that I had already got a story to 10k but had lost it. Yes, my grip on reality is that tenuous. I also utterly hate my story. I would never want to read such utter dross. It's beyond embarrassing. I really can not write, at all. It just passes the time, I guess, so I carry on. I still have a whole bunch of ideas to ruin.
Also watched the Obama inauguration ceremony. It was kinda sweet how he fluffed up his swearing-in lines. I don't think he's going to be quite the messiah people make him out to be, but he can't be worse than Dubya.
I got my story up to 10,000 words after a couple of sleepless nights, but then had a massive deja vu delusion that I had already got a story to 10k but had lost it. Yes, my grip on reality is that tenuous. I also utterly hate my story. I would never want to read such utter dross. It's beyond embarrassing. I really can not write, at all. It just passes the time, I guess, so I carry on. I still have a whole bunch of ideas to ruin.
Friday, 2 January 2009
New Year's Eve
Well, I am finally conscious enough to blog about it. I can't really remember the details, and everything else is slightly hit and miss with the accuracy, but hey, this has to be recorded. So, at 4 or 5pm I went to Maddy's house, where we got all tarted up. She has a corset! Jealous, me? Anyway, our first stop was a visit to certain dodgy individuals to obtain our supplies. I got the stars, wife got the green, and after a double-drop and a spliff, we were off.
Wearing my pointy stilettos, while she changed to flat shoes, we walked up Mill Lane. This was a slightly painful test of endurance, but the destination was deifinitely worth it: Tom's house. This is where things start to get very hazy. There were crates of beer, bottles and bottles of vodka, sambuca, Martini and Sours. There were mostly boys there; actually me and Mad were the only girls. And put a bunch of wreckhead guys in a room with that much alcohol, then things will always get stupid. Thankfully I avoided the 'vodka-sambuca-Martini-apple sours shots challenge, but the mixture of said drinks plus cherry sours in a jug could not be ignored. Neither could the cans that kept getting passed to me. There was a guy there who everybody had been telling me for weeks that he fancied me. I didn't believe them until we ended up making out. By this time I was well up on the pills, and then I washed down another with apple sours.
Then we walked back down Mill Lane (luckily by this time I was too fucked to feel pain) and everyone went to the pub, while I went to Jess & Alex's awesome party. I really don't remember much, but I think I got off with all my wives and probably was way too high to do anything remotely normal. There were glowsticks and champagne, and we possibly planned out our future careers in porn. After we were finally chucked out, I remember nothing until me, Anna and Kayl, along with everyone from earlier, ended up at a random party in the house across the drive from Muz's sister's place. There were lots of drugs, and lots of people from all over Belper, and also many that I have never seen before. John Lennon and evil black Spiderman were quite unexpected guests. I remember pills, and spliffs, and a dab of pure MDMA. I then remember slapping Ozzy, and then complimenting him on his glowing UV lip piercings, which confused him slightly. I also lost my scarf, which I am disproportionately upset about, and getting my bag utterly soaked with beer and covered in mud, which strangely doesn't bother me at all. Eventually, me, Kayleigh, Joe, Barney, wife, and a variety of other people ended up crashed on a sofa in a back room, surrounded by those more hardcore/drugged up/conscious than us.
Eventually, at about 9.30am, me and Kayl got a lift home from my mum, went up to my room and crashed out. For the next 12 hours, my pupils were unaturally huge. Try sitting at the dinner table in that state, trying to look inconspicuous and sober. Well, nobody has mentioned anything yet...
All in all, a good New Years Eve. For the first time in my entire life, I managed to celebrate the occasion properly. Hard core, dudes.
Wearing my pointy stilettos, while she changed to flat shoes, we walked up Mill Lane. This was a slightly painful test of endurance, but the destination was deifinitely worth it: Tom's house. This is where things start to get very hazy. There were crates of beer, bottles and bottles of vodka, sambuca, Martini and Sours. There were mostly boys there; actually me and Mad were the only girls. And put a bunch of wreckhead guys in a room with that much alcohol, then things will always get stupid. Thankfully I avoided the 'vodka-sambuca-Martini-apple sours shots challenge, but the mixture of said drinks plus cherry sours in a jug could not be ignored. Neither could the cans that kept getting passed to me. There was a guy there who everybody had been telling me for weeks that he fancied me. I didn't believe them until we ended up making out. By this time I was well up on the pills, and then I washed down another with apple sours.
Then we walked back down Mill Lane (luckily by this time I was too fucked to feel pain) and everyone went to the pub, while I went to Jess & Alex's awesome party. I really don't remember much, but I think I got off with all my wives and probably was way too high to do anything remotely normal. There were glowsticks and champagne, and we possibly planned out our future careers in porn. After we were finally chucked out, I remember nothing until me, Anna and Kayl, along with everyone from earlier, ended up at a random party in the house across the drive from Muz's sister's place. There were lots of drugs, and lots of people from all over Belper, and also many that I have never seen before. John Lennon and evil black Spiderman were quite unexpected guests. I remember pills, and spliffs, and a dab of pure MDMA. I then remember slapping Ozzy, and then complimenting him on his glowing UV lip piercings, which confused him slightly. I also lost my scarf, which I am disproportionately upset about, and getting my bag utterly soaked with beer and covered in mud, which strangely doesn't bother me at all. Eventually, me, Kayleigh, Joe, Barney, wife, and a variety of other people ended up crashed on a sofa in a back room, surrounded by those more hardcore/drugged up/conscious than us.
Eventually, at about 9.30am, me and Kayl got a lift home from my mum, went up to my room and crashed out. For the next 12 hours, my pupils were unaturally huge. Try sitting at the dinner table in that state, trying to look inconspicuous and sober. Well, nobody has mentioned anything yet...
All in all, a good New Years Eve. For the first time in my entire life, I managed to celebrate the occasion properly. Hard core, dudes.
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Parties And Pre-Party Parties
Wake up warm and naked in a strange bed, heart pounding from last night's pills. Ask the age old question: 'Where the fuck are my clothes?'
Realise that most of last night has been forgotten. The remaining memories are fuzzy images of laughing, cool people, smoke and drink and pills. Oh, and toast. We had toast.
The day before, wake up cold on a sofa, in the same house. Next to me is a guy, fast asleep, kneeling on the floor, his face resting on the sofa. We wonder how he sleeps like that.
The preceding night, walk for miles, picking up, sorting out, rounding up the select few for the pre-party. Bottle of whisky, coke, and cans of Stella. Lots of weed. Great people to just chill with, and to cover with star and smiley-face stickers. A beautiful night.
Realise that most of last night has been forgotten. The remaining memories are fuzzy images of laughing, cool people, smoke and drink and pills. Oh, and toast. We had toast.
The day before, wake up cold on a sofa, in the same house. Next to me is a guy, fast asleep, kneeling on the floor, his face resting on the sofa. We wonder how he sleeps like that.
The preceding night, walk for miles, picking up, sorting out, rounding up the select few for the pre-party. Bottle of whisky, coke, and cans of Stella. Lots of weed. Great people to just chill with, and to cover with star and smiley-face stickers. A beautiful night.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
A Beautiful Experience
Tripped out on hawaiian baby woodrose last night. It was truly, life changingly amazing. I held the universe inside my mind as simultaneously my mind expanded to encompass the entire universe. My soul was free, expansive and generous, as I was connected to everything by the energy which runs through all that exists. I became a goddess, while at the same time feeling uniquely human, a small part of the whole, and gazing awestruck at the beauty of the world. Music, art, colours, everyday objects and equperiences, all made my heart soar. We watched Yellow Submarine and ate Haribo, our minds riding a thrilling psychadelic rollercoaster.
It was a primal and shamanic experience. The woodrose seeds make you feel very sick for the first two hours, but you don't mind if you throw up; it's all part of the experience, as the poison is cleansed from your body and the trip continues. This plant does have the potential to make you feel very ill indeed, but it is still worth the experience. After some hours of tripping, I felt very sleepy in a pleasant way. Like you would feel curled up in a cozy bed, even though in reality I was on a hard floor in a thin sleeping bag. It was comfortable to be though, and I fell in to a deep sleep.
I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in days, and still feeling a few after effects. Listening to music, when I closed my eyes I got interesting little movies in my brain. I seemed to be seeing the world with a greater clarity than ever before. And we may forget it sometimes, but this world really is a beautiful place. I feel much calmer, more centred than before. Inspirations, insights and ideas are flowing around my mind. I also now get the Beatles' music. I am so appreciative of everyone and everything which enabled me to have this experience. Thankyou, universe.
It was a primal and shamanic experience. The woodrose seeds make you feel very sick for the first two hours, but you don't mind if you throw up; it's all part of the experience, as the poison is cleansed from your body and the trip continues. This plant does have the potential to make you feel very ill indeed, but it is still worth the experience. After some hours of tripping, I felt very sleepy in a pleasant way. Like you would feel curled up in a cozy bed, even though in reality I was on a hard floor in a thin sleeping bag. It was comfortable to be though, and I fell in to a deep sleep.
I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in days, and still feeling a few after effects. Listening to music, when I closed my eyes I got interesting little movies in my brain. I seemed to be seeing the world with a greater clarity than ever before. And we may forget it sometimes, but this world really is a beautiful place. I feel much calmer, more centred than before. Inspirations, insights and ideas are flowing around my mind. I also now get the Beatles' music. I am so appreciative of everyone and everything which enabled me to have this experience. Thankyou, universe.
Friday, 14 November 2008
In Sheffield, Again
Yes, I am back at Kayleigh's. We went to meadowhall. Nothing makes me want to join a radical anti-capitalist collective more than shopping centres. Now I am imbibing the spirit of hardcore punk in a little brown bottle. Shortly I will be journeying to a magical world. Bon voyage...
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
In Sheffield
It's bloody great. Kayl has cool friends and everything has been fun. At about 6pm me, her and her friend drank our bottles of DXM, and the rest of the night has been epic fun. Room dancing, 24 hour shop visits, blue alcopops, gay dudes, kebab and chips, and now back in Kayl's room chilling and drinking. DXM rocks. And my friends rock. I'm happy.
Monday, 10 November 2008
Without a purpose or direction...
No more! I have those things now. I am going to get into London College of Art. Not now, possibly not even very soon, but in the mists of the future. Everything is leading to that goal.
And today, I'm going to Sheffield to see my Kayl! Ultra happy smiling for the win all round! We're going to go out and be crazy as usual. I best get on with it and go get ready; the city awaits...
And today, I'm going to Sheffield to see my Kayl! Ultra happy smiling for the win all round! We're going to go out and be crazy as usual. I best get on with it and go get ready; the city awaits...
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Fear and Loathing in... Belper?
It started on a Friday. Parents went away for the weekend. We drank a few beers, chilled at home with Grace. Brother, Teddy, and Alice made varying appearances. Bearing in mind that my memory has since deteriorated, I couldn't tell you the exact sequence of events that led to me eventually drinking a bottle of Benylin Dry Cough mixture. I know that I had a cough. And I know that I knew that dextromethorpan gets you high, and diphenhydramine makes you trip out and go to sleep. I wanted sleep. I think.
I was getting sleepy, and couldn't see properly, I was so stoned on this stuff. I staggered to bed, and slept for 13 hours.
Saturday was party day, and having woken up at 3pm, I was in a bit of a hurry to get things ready. I went to Belper on a mission for weed and vodka. The vodka part was easy enough, but weed involved finding Ozzy, and then accompanying him on a long trek, involving many breaks to 'wrap one up, yo.' It was such exhausting work...
At this time I was already pretty out of it. Dextromethorpan (DXM) is a euphoric dissociative hallucinogenic, and diphenhydramine is a deliriant hallucinogenic and also boosts the effects of alcohol. I wasn't actually hallucinating, I hadn't taken nearly enough for a proper, reality-breaking trip, but I was definitely high.
My body and brain seemed to be disconnected. I was walking, very fast, into town, but felt no pain or tiredness. I looked down at my feet, seeing them walking, and knowing that it was nothing to do with me. I tried to tell them to stop walking, but it didn't work. I was being carried somewhere. This was slightly worrying, but also intriguing. I managed to gain back my autonomy enough to go and buy some cigarettes. Then, I was in a supermarket, eyes aching horribly in the bright lights. My pupils couldn't shrink, they stayed huge, so I wandered around with a wide-eyed 'deer in headlights' expression, trying to focus enough to understand the world. I managed to buy a bottle of vodka, and then went to meet people. We smoked some, walked, smoked some more, and somehow ended up in a house, with the guy who we were buying off, smoking joint after joint, and generally passing time. I realised I had the shakes again, real bad, it was so difficult to even take a spliff when it was passed to me. Then I realised that I was supposed to be having a party. Grace was at home on her own, and she would be pissed off...
However, the warm and cozy house, with endless supplies of weed, random conversation, and a little dog, was too nice to leave. It was pouring with rain, too. However, at some point, we walked, via many other places, up Mill Street, and ended up home. There was, indeed, a party. And a very pissed off Grace. I was 2 hours late for my own party. And, ironically, Ozzy had disappeared somewhere with my weed. Anyway, my room was hotboxed, and everyone was happy. And I got some people stoned through passive smoking, who would never dare to active smoke. So generally, I won. At about 7am I fell asleep. Apparently I twitch a lot.
The parents just came home. My room smells of insence. I have some vodka left. I finally ate some real food. And now I'm so chilled, it's awesome. I just want to give everyone a hug. So, dear reader(s), imagine that you are being hugged by a short, twitchy, vodka-scented girl. Nice, isn't it?
I was getting sleepy, and couldn't see properly, I was so stoned on this stuff. I staggered to bed, and slept for 13 hours.
Saturday was party day, and having woken up at 3pm, I was in a bit of a hurry to get things ready. I went to Belper on a mission for weed and vodka. The vodka part was easy enough, but weed involved finding Ozzy, and then accompanying him on a long trek, involving many breaks to 'wrap one up, yo.' It was such exhausting work...
At this time I was already pretty out of it. Dextromethorpan (DXM) is a euphoric dissociative hallucinogenic, and diphenhydramine is a deliriant hallucinogenic and also boosts the effects of alcohol. I wasn't actually hallucinating, I hadn't taken nearly enough for a proper, reality-breaking trip, but I was definitely high.
My body and brain seemed to be disconnected. I was walking, very fast, into town, but felt no pain or tiredness. I looked down at my feet, seeing them walking, and knowing that it was nothing to do with me. I tried to tell them to stop walking, but it didn't work. I was being carried somewhere. This was slightly worrying, but also intriguing. I managed to gain back my autonomy enough to go and buy some cigarettes. Then, I was in a supermarket, eyes aching horribly in the bright lights. My pupils couldn't shrink, they stayed huge, so I wandered around with a wide-eyed 'deer in headlights' expression, trying to focus enough to understand the world. I managed to buy a bottle of vodka, and then went to meet people. We smoked some, walked, smoked some more, and somehow ended up in a house, with the guy who we were buying off, smoking joint after joint, and generally passing time. I realised I had the shakes again, real bad, it was so difficult to even take a spliff when it was passed to me. Then I realised that I was supposed to be having a party. Grace was at home on her own, and she would be pissed off...
However, the warm and cozy house, with endless supplies of weed, random conversation, and a little dog, was too nice to leave. It was pouring with rain, too. However, at some point, we walked, via many other places, up Mill Street, and ended up home. There was, indeed, a party. And a very pissed off Grace. I was 2 hours late for my own party. And, ironically, Ozzy had disappeared somewhere with my weed. Anyway, my room was hotboxed, and everyone was happy. And I got some people stoned through passive smoking, who would never dare to active smoke. So generally, I won. At about 7am I fell asleep. Apparently I twitch a lot.
The parents just came home. My room smells of insence. I have some vodka left. I finally ate some real food. And now I'm so chilled, it's awesome. I just want to give everyone a hug. So, dear reader(s), imagine that you are being hugged by a short, twitchy, vodka-scented girl. Nice, isn't it?
Friday, 31 October 2008
Isn't this fun?
I have the house to myself and mulled wine (because its freezing) and brownies and nice things and Fable 2. Half my brain is missing and luckily its mostly the bad parts. Unfortunately some intelligence went with it, but I'm sure they'll come crawling back soon enough. I'm actually somewhat calm, which is the rarest and coolest of things. :)
Monday, 27 October 2008
We Won
Yeah, Vaults quiz night, we won. Against one other team. We got £20 between 7 of us, so not a living wage, but still. WE WON!!!
Sorry, I'm not gloating, I just haven't been on the winning team for a long time.
Sorry, I'm not gloating, I just haven't been on the winning team for a long time.
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Everything Is Broken
My phone is broken. Or rather, I stupidly broke my phone. Lost everything on it, so now I have to hunt down everyone I know and get their number again. At least my internet is working again. The BT dude came round today, and went to the box up the road. He just had to fix one wire, and now the webs are back in action.
News... this blog is meant to have news... Ah, the weekend was fun, went out with my love, had plenty to drink, and generally was happy. The Vaults in Derby is our new favourite bar, it is an awesomely chilled underground place with well priced and delicious drinks. Happy times.
And weird times, in a field, surrounded by mists under the full moon, smoking white widow and laughing and paranoid to fuck as people walked up out of the mist. Surreal yet beautiful. That stuff fucks with your brain something serious.
News... this blog is meant to have news... Ah, the weekend was fun, went out with my love, had plenty to drink, and generally was happy. The Vaults in Derby is our new favourite bar, it is an awesomely chilled underground place with well priced and delicious drinks. Happy times.
And weird times, in a field, surrounded by mists under the full moon, smoking white widow and laughing and paranoid to fuck as people walked up out of the mist. Surreal yet beautiful. That stuff fucks with your brain something serious.
Sunday, 16 September 2007
Party At My House!
Yes. I was actually allowed a house party. A cocktail party, no less. Although the 'cocktail' thing was basically everybody pouring themselves vile mixtures of spirits. We all got incredibally drunk. And yeah, I know you aren't supposed to get wasted at your own party, but fuck it. I'm not missing out on that amount of free booze. My MUM bought it for me. Good, huh? My 18th birthday party, though I'm not 18 for another 4 days.
Now, my memories are a little hazy, but here are a few things worth blogging from last night. We had weed, now its lost. Teddy got really really fucked. My boyfriend Dave was there. Santi arrived having already drunk nearly a whole bottle of rum. Lara arrived and within 5 minutes was in my bed with Santi. Luckily I'd already used my bed. Sammie and Josh bought me some balloons saying 'it's a boy'. I fell down a hill onto my head, because we walked up to the park in the dark. Did I mention that I was really wasted? Haych and Euan came in Euan's mini. Lol, they are a couple, and they both have an old mini. Everyone was being really couple-y.
There was an INSANE amount of girl on girl action. Becki, Lara and EmmaDyke were at it to start with, then we had Dyke and Santi doubleteaming and '8 fingers!!!!!'. And then Becki left and somehow I ended up joining in. And everyone was watching. Until we went upstairs. Just... that has really lowered my purity test score. And I realised that I am completely oversexed. It's driving me insane. I can get myself off just by thinking about it.
The next morning, Jess was feeling rather ill, but everyone else was fine. Which is quite strange, and probably unfair. Actually, I felt brilliant. So we all had tea and toast, then went on our merry ways.
And I had to tidy up. But nothing got broken, nobody was sick, and there was very little mess. Bring on the next party!
Now, my memories are a little hazy, but here are a few things worth blogging from last night. We had weed, now its lost. Teddy got really really fucked. My boyfriend Dave was there. Santi arrived having already drunk nearly a whole bottle of rum. Lara arrived and within 5 minutes was in my bed with Santi. Luckily I'd already used my bed. Sammie and Josh bought me some balloons saying 'it's a boy'. I fell down a hill onto my head, because we walked up to the park in the dark. Did I mention that I was really wasted? Haych and Euan came in Euan's mini. Lol, they are a couple, and they both have an old mini. Everyone was being really couple-y.
There was an INSANE amount of girl on girl action. Becki, Lara and EmmaDyke were at it to start with, then we had Dyke and Santi doubleteaming and '8 fingers!!!!!'. And then Becki left and somehow I ended up joining in. And everyone was watching. Until we went upstairs. Just... that has really lowered my purity test score. And I realised that I am completely oversexed. It's driving me insane. I can get myself off just by thinking about it.
The next morning, Jess was feeling rather ill, but everyone else was fine. Which is quite strange, and probably unfair. Actually, I felt brilliant. So we all had tea and toast, then went on our merry ways.
And I had to tidy up. But nothing got broken, nobody was sick, and there was very little mess. Bring on the next party!
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
End Of Holidays
Well, I think this has been the best summer holidays ever. And tomorrow, it's all over, and I'm back at school. I don't even mind. I'm doing nice subjects, I'm blonde, and I have some new jeans.
It does mean that I don't get to see Dave in the week so much though. Weekends are amazing though, I think we're going out this weekend for Darren's birthday. Went out last Saturday for Foldey's birthday as well, and soon its my 18th. At last, I will no longer get thrown out of pubs :).
This last 7 or so weeks have been mad fun. Pentrich festival, the house party, weed, pubs, camping, climbing, sea swimming, being in the Belper News (complete with spliff), Whitby, Jess' parties, and generally hanging out with my lovely lovely friends.
This is just a mushy fat lump of love and stuff, so I think I'll shut up and go do something useful. Like MySpace. Or playing Oblivion on the PS3 *geek love*
It does mean that I don't get to see Dave in the week so much though. Weekends are amazing though, I think we're going out this weekend for Darren's birthday. Went out last Saturday for Foldey's birthday as well, and soon its my 18th. At last, I will no longer get thrown out of pubs :).
This last 7 or so weeks have been mad fun. Pentrich festival, the house party, weed, pubs, camping, climbing, sea swimming, being in the Belper News (complete with spliff), Whitby, Jess' parties, and generally hanging out with my lovely lovely friends.
This is just a mushy fat lump of love and stuff, so I think I'll shut up and go do something useful. Like MySpace. Or playing Oblivion on the PS3 *geek love*
Sunday, 19 August 2007
Jess' Results Day Party
Wow that was fun. Dave met all my friends, everyone got really drunk, I smoked way too many cigarettes, and I invented a new, lethal, cocktail. Absinthe, vodka, and Ribena. Vampsinthe. And yes, it gets you drunk. Especially if it is drunk after huge amounts of alcopops.
Jess always has great parties. Love you Jess!
Me and Dave got home really late. My Mummy doesn't like me much any more. Just because I was really late twice in one week.
I'm going to have my 18th birthday party at the Fleet. Got to get planning!
Jess always has great parties. Love you Jess!
Me and Dave got home really late. My Mummy doesn't like me much any more. Just because I was really late twice in one week.
I'm going to have my 18th birthday party at the Fleet. Got to get planning!
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
Drunk
Woooooooooooo! Yeah motherfuckers. I'm drunk.
Absinthe, Vodka, Lambrusco, wine, oh yeah.
It was Sophie and Jess' Masquerade Ball. I wore my ballgown! ultra smexy cool
Though now I'm home I've scrathchiedcut myslef some, it isn't so bad. Tomorrow I swear I'll eat nothing. I'll update on that later, coz I always think I'll fast, but then eat loads. (I suck like that)
But I LOVE alcohol. But I'm not an alky. I only drink at parties. I love parties.
Absinthe, Vodka, Lambrusco, wine, oh yeah.
It was Sophie and Jess' Masquerade Ball. I wore my ballgown! ultra smexy cool
Though now I'm home I've scrathchiedcut myslef some, it isn't so bad. Tomorrow I swear I'll eat nothing. I'll update on that later, coz I always think I'll fast, but then eat loads. (I suck like that)
But I LOVE alcohol. But I'm not an alky. I only drink at parties. I love parties.
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Paris
We left on Saturday 7th at midnight to get to Paris. I never learnt to speak French, but I figured I'd get by. And luckily Anne is doing A level French, so somebody knew what was going on. It was a school trip, so the hotel was scummy, but Paris itself? Gorgeous. And of course, we can get served alcohol. So we drank every night. I have gained some kind of fame for downing a glass of absinthe.
We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.
I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.
Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.
The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.
Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.
We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.
I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.
Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.
The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.
Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.
Sunday, 20 May 2007
Party
Rocked. Happy birthday Marie.
And yes, I was drunk. Everyone is probably very ashamed of me. But I'm not. I think I did good. It was the best party I ever went to.
And we cleaned the house afterwards. Her house is normally really really clean. And we managed to restore it.
<3 And I like someone now. After a long time of lonliness and hate. <3
And yes, I was drunk. Everyone is probably very ashamed of me. But I'm not. I think I did good. It was the best party I ever went to.
And we cleaned the house afterwards. Her house is normally really really clean. And we managed to restore it.
<3 And I like someone now. After a long time of lonliness and hate. <3
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Yellow
Half my hair is yellow right now. Hilarious, no? The rest of it will soon be bleached. And then, blue!
Last night we went running over fields in the twilight. Lovely.
I keep panicking. Last night was the worst in a long time. I haven't got any work done. I can't function properly in this world. The urges are coming back. The ghosts. Gods.
Last night we went running over fields in the twilight. Lovely.
I keep panicking. Last night was the worst in a long time. I haven't got any work done. I can't function properly in this world. The urges are coming back. The ghosts. Gods.
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