It's a shame we have to queue my dear...
So I went to London this weekend, cool stuff. My train was late, fucking things so I left James standing round at St Pancras for like half an hour, although to be fair it was his fault for getting there so early. Took the tube over to Leicester Square to meet Jade, who was late grrrr. She was probably expecting me to be really late like I usually am, but I wasn't HAH! (Actually, I was, but she was later so it was ok) We went to Selectadisc. It was fun. I spent too much money. We then had a muffin fight coz Jade said we could, but we stopped when she ended up throwing muffin in some man's lunch. Meh, it made me laugh. We then went to Virgin and moaned about the expensive prices and the shite Geordie Vision covers they play. Me and Jade mobbed James in SoundControl. Well, I say "mobbed". I actually mean we ran away from him, then stood there pointing and loudly saying "Is that James from KunK?!?" and "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD" as he walked over to us looking rather embarrassed and confused.We were doing it for his benefit though.We figured he needed to get used to it,we weren't just being immature idiots, honest. James then made me ditch Jade and leave her on her own in SoundControl coz he's mean. I think she was quite happy about it though, coz we were perving over her bum (Seriously, look it, it's so fucking hot!) James was paranoid that we were going to miss Seafood at this gig thing. We were lucky we left when we did really, we were only, what, 4 hours early? I found our way to the venue coz I'm awesome. Well, coz I saw the map first. I'm still awesome though. We saw some random bands, I can't remember who, I think I was still shocked at being charged about £7 for a pint and a vodka-lemonade. Fucking over-priced venues. How the hell am I supposed to get drunk when you're charging me THAT much? So we saw Seafood. James got all child-like and over excited, it was cute. They were actually really good though, I liked them lots (James, I hate liking things you send me,it makes you all smug. I'll make an exception this time though)And then we left. Couldn't find our way back to the hotel, we had to look for a kebab shop, which was strange, but we found it and figured we were going the right way and got there eventually. I nearly locked myself in the bathroom, which was stupid of me. Well, I actually just didn't unlock the door properly and then couldn't figure out why it wouldn't open. Ooops. So that was a good day...
On Sunday we left the hotel at half 9 coz James thought he'd miss the train home (STOP BEING PARANOID)So we hung round at the station for like an hour and a half and got dodgy looks from posh people coz I obviously looked really trampy. None of them gave us money though. Over-paid scumbags. So James left at like half 11, after a minor mishap where "someone" stole his train ticket and ran around Liverpool Street Station with it. How immature, jeez! He left. I cried. I'm a fool. But I hate not seeing my friends very often, it fucking sucks. So to cure my depressed/bored state I arranged to meet up with my cousin. So I got the tube, all by myself, to Russell Square. Coz I was early to meet Darren I bought some donuts and sat in this posh park thing on my own. Some random bloke started talking to me. He was actually a pretty nice guy, good out-look on life and things, friendly enough, wasn't being pervy or anything, although he did invited me to "come for a drink and a smoke" with him and his mates later and asked for my number. I declined to give it to him. He said I looked punky and was suprised I was only 16 though, I thought that was cool but weird, coz I don't really think I look like a punk, and I must have looked all tired and crap and about 12.I nearly got attacked by a squirrell! See, people who think I'm dumb for hating them, they ARE evil! I then did a really sad thing, I went and sat and ate restaurant on my own. I felt like a freak. There were some posh people sitting near me talking about the time they went to a gig with John Lennon. I thought one of them might've been Yoko Ono, but it wasn't. That made me sad. My cousin finally turned up at like 2. Apparently I'd missed half his text and he said he'd meet me at half 1, so was only half an hour late, not 2 hours like I thought he'd been. We went to The British Museum thingy at like 3 after sitting and having a coffee and talking about music for an hour. He invited me to a Frames gig, don't think I'll go though. The Museum was a little dull. Well, it would've been ok if I wasn't so tired. I generally like historical stuff coz I'm a big fat geek like that, but I hate following people round, I like to walk round on my own at fairly high speed, only stopping when something actually interests me, and by that point I just wanted my bed. So I got the train home, got back at like 6. Now, I'd been feeling quite pleased with myself coz I hadn't done anything majorly embarrassing (other than "locking" myself in the bathroom) all weekend, but when I got into Kettering train station I fell flat on my face walking up the stairs. Nice one Kelly, fall over where more people you know are likely to see. I scraped all my knee and hand. I went home, went to bed at 9 then slept til 7 this morning when I had to go to school ergh. I was in a bad mood all day and decided to go to town instead of to history, bad Kelly. But I saw an old friend, who I now realise I miss lots coz he's brilliant, so that was nice. Well, not that I miss him, but it was really cool to see him again. He didn't recognise me at first, he only spoke to us coz he remembered Jade, but I have changed a lot since I last saw him, not just in my appearance either. A lot can happen in a year...
And on that note, I'll stop talking crap. Bye Bye.
On Sunday we left the hotel at half 9 coz James thought he'd miss the train home (STOP BEING PARANOID)So we hung round at the station for like an hour and a half and got dodgy looks from posh people coz I obviously looked really trampy. None of them gave us money though. Over-paid scumbags. So James left at like half 11, after a minor mishap where "someone" stole his train ticket and ran around Liverpool Street Station with it. How immature, jeez! He left. I cried. I'm a fool. But I hate not seeing my friends very often, it fucking sucks. So to cure my depressed/bored state I arranged to meet up with my cousin. So I got the tube, all by myself, to Russell Square. Coz I was early to meet Darren I bought some donuts and sat in this posh park thing on my own. Some random bloke started talking to me. He was actually a pretty nice guy, good out-look on life and things, friendly enough, wasn't being pervy or anything, although he did invited me to "come for a drink and a smoke" with him and his mates later and asked for my number. I declined to give it to him. He said I looked punky and was suprised I was only 16 though, I thought that was cool but weird, coz I don't really think I look like a punk, and I must have looked all tired and crap and about 12.I nearly got attacked by a squirrell! See, people who think I'm dumb for hating them, they ARE evil! I then did a really sad thing, I went and sat and ate restaurant on my own. I felt like a freak. There were some posh people sitting near me talking about the time they went to a gig with John Lennon. I thought one of them might've been Yoko Ono, but it wasn't. That made me sad. My cousin finally turned up at like 2. Apparently I'd missed half his text and he said he'd meet me at half 1, so was only half an hour late, not 2 hours like I thought he'd been. We went to The British Museum thingy at like 3 after sitting and having a coffee and talking about music for an hour. He invited me to a Frames gig, don't think I'll go though. The Museum was a little dull. Well, it would've been ok if I wasn't so tired. I generally like historical stuff coz I'm a big fat geek like that, but I hate following people round, I like to walk round on my own at fairly high speed, only stopping when something actually interests me, and by that point I just wanted my bed. So I got the train home, got back at like 6. Now, I'd been feeling quite pleased with myself coz I hadn't done anything majorly embarrassing (other than "locking" myself in the bathroom) all weekend, but when I got into Kettering train station I fell flat on my face walking up the stairs. Nice one Kelly, fall over where more people you know are likely to see. I scraped all my knee and hand. I went home, went to bed at 9 then slept til 7 this morning when I had to go to school ergh. I was in a bad mood all day and decided to go to town instead of to history, bad Kelly. But I saw an old friend, who I now realise I miss lots coz he's brilliant, so that was nice. Well, not that I miss him, but it was really cool to see him again. He didn't recognise me at first, he only spoke to us coz he remembered Jade, but I have changed a lot since I last saw him, not just in my appearance either. A lot can happen in a year...
And on that note, I'll stop talking crap. Bye Bye.