Boys have feelings too.
I want to apologise to the male species for forgetting you too have feelings. I’m sorry, please forgive me.
Last night was hilarious. I went to the coconut to see Sarah play; of course she rocked out hardcore. A group of people from her drama course arrived just as she was going on stage; Liam, VV and Maria were there too so Sarah got the most love from the crowd. Another boy played an acoustic version of a Jazzy Jeff/ Fresh Prince song which was moved me greatly.
After that we pottered to Bar Zen where they were having an MC night. It was a mixture of good bad and…ummm what the hell. Highlight of the evening was a boy who just got a bit too drunk too freestyle and kept saying “yea well I fucked your Mom” hmmm original my friend…original. Of course I didn’t look like I belonged at this event at all but that’s the beauty of Bar Zen no one cares.
I’m compiling my Christmas list so if you wish to send me any of the following items it would be appreciated. If you don’t have my address then there is probably a good reason for that please DON’T send me anything!
A ‘My Chemical Romance Doll’. YES THEY HAVE DOLLS! I want one to play with in lectures and I can have tea parties with them when I’m bored.
A watch…I always forget to take them off before I get in the shower/bath/swimming pool, I must go through three watches a year.
Pictures! The pictures I have in my room are becoming seriously outdated. I have so many pretty pretty friends so send me some current photos and I’ll give you a prided place on my wall.
Bindies. Leicester people go to Belgrave, go now, return with great quantities of bindies then think to yourself “this is silly I don’t wear these…I know…I’ll send them to Jillian in London.”
I understand that none of you have money and can’t actually send these things “le sob” but I miss writing Christmas lists, you know when you’re a child and you don’t realise it’s a bad thing to be greedy…right?
The theme of our house this year for present giving is stolen items. I plan on skip hopping and late night charity shop bag raiding. I know Liam, VV and Maria will be exited on Christmas day when they rip the newspaper off my gift.
I went to my lecture at 9am today. Mostly because I wanted to be somewhere warm. My room continues to be our houses storage freezer. Matt said he’d been to Cardiff over the weekend and met a girl called Linzy who used to live in Leicester. Apparently Linzy knows me, he asked if she knew a girl called Jillian and she was like “Jillian Arthur, yea I know her.” I do not recall being friends with anyone called Linzy, this terrifies me slightly.
Kate is coming to London tomorrow YAY. I have no money to shop but I can always browse and pretend to be one of London’s rich and privileged. We’re going to Brick Lane so I’m definitely wearing my sunglasses even if it’s raining, that’s just how it is there darling.
I’m late to meet Sarah so I’m going now, running in fact, then jogging, then leaning against a wall trying to catch my breath. So many reasons to quit smoking, some might question WHY I ever started.
Be a happy camper but remember fire is not a toy.
x
Jillian
Last night was hilarious. I went to the coconut to see Sarah play; of course she rocked out hardcore. A group of people from her drama course arrived just as she was going on stage; Liam, VV and Maria were there too so Sarah got the most love from the crowd. Another boy played an acoustic version of a Jazzy Jeff/ Fresh Prince song which was moved me greatly.
After that we pottered to Bar Zen where they were having an MC night. It was a mixture of good bad and…ummm what the hell. Highlight of the evening was a boy who just got a bit too drunk too freestyle and kept saying “yea well I fucked your Mom” hmmm original my friend…original. Of course I didn’t look like I belonged at this event at all but that’s the beauty of Bar Zen no one cares.
I’m compiling my Christmas list so if you wish to send me any of the following items it would be appreciated. If you don’t have my address then there is probably a good reason for that please DON’T send me anything!
A ‘My Chemical Romance Doll’. YES THEY HAVE DOLLS! I want one to play with in lectures and I can have tea parties with them when I’m bored.
A watch…I always forget to take them off before I get in the shower/bath/swimming pool, I must go through three watches a year.
Pictures! The pictures I have in my room are becoming seriously outdated. I have so many pretty pretty friends so send me some current photos and I’ll give you a prided place on my wall.
Bindies. Leicester people go to Belgrave, go now, return with great quantities of bindies then think to yourself “this is silly I don’t wear these…I know…I’ll send them to Jillian in London.”
I understand that none of you have money and can’t actually send these things “le sob” but I miss writing Christmas lists, you know when you’re a child and you don’t realise it’s a bad thing to be greedy…right?
The theme of our house this year for present giving is stolen items. I plan on skip hopping and late night charity shop bag raiding. I know Liam, VV and Maria will be exited on Christmas day when they rip the newspaper off my gift.
I went to my lecture at 9am today. Mostly because I wanted to be somewhere warm. My room continues to be our houses storage freezer. Matt said he’d been to Cardiff over the weekend and met a girl called Linzy who used to live in Leicester. Apparently Linzy knows me, he asked if she knew a girl called Jillian and she was like “Jillian Arthur, yea I know her.” I do not recall being friends with anyone called Linzy, this terrifies me slightly.
Kate is coming to London tomorrow YAY. I have no money to shop but I can always browse and pretend to be one of London’s rich and privileged. We’re going to Brick Lane so I’m definitely wearing my sunglasses even if it’s raining, that’s just how it is there darling.
I’m late to meet Sarah so I’m going now, running in fact, then jogging, then leaning against a wall trying to catch my breath. So many reasons to quit smoking, some might question WHY I ever started.
Be a happy camper but remember fire is not a toy.
x
Jillian