Today insane things have happened. I watched this program
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/somethingspecial/ and basically it's called "Something Special", and it features this rather large man dancing around and some disabled children, it's crazy. you can learn children's sign language too...
then i decided to get up and cook pizza for breakfast and the gasmen came, and the landlord didn't tell me boo landlord. dan got in a huff cos i complained because he ate all the biscuits and wouldn't have a shower when the gasmen were there, meaning i couldn't have a shower cos someone has to watch the gasmen, so i eneded up having a screaming match and being late for the lecture. and to top it all off the gasmen found nothing wrong with our ovenb, even though it's a deathtrap. bastards.
I've had a great idea. Basically by moving out of the house , it means I have no fixed abode this summer. It also means that I've freed up a lot of cash. So I have a plan - Liz's Grand Tour of the British Isles. This basically means that if you have a house over the summer at uni I will probably be coming to visit. This is when you all start telling me you'd rather burn your feet than have me stay...
Also Phil from the Upper Sixth, I can't remember his surname, is walking round rhul as i type. I'm gonna go hunt for him. And away I go.
Dan is getting a myspace account.