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Ehhhhhhhh, the prospect of my stressful up and coming fortnight is making the cogs in my head turn alarmingly fast. There is no word available to me to describe my brain noise at the moment. So I can't really talk about last week in much detail, except to say it was enjoyable:)
Wednesday went to Sharyn's for a munch and a giggle for her 18th. Bry, Anna, Hendy Jr, and a really nice girl whose name I can't remember or attempt to spell was there. Turns out Sharyn's bash was an Ann Summer's party, much much fun, won a mystery prize which I am sure I can enjoy with my lovely special-needs beefy beefy boyfriend. The thought of this makes me hope it's not a vibrator, but I doubt most of you want to hear anything else about Ann Summers, or my sexual desires. Moving on to THURSDAY.
Thursday was again, hectic, maw came down to help me with bags, I sorted out room in flat and room at home, then met Raff and Libby for VDX gig after placing a bet for me and Mick on the Japan match. Lost the bet, got my pay, ran about like a mad thing on an empty stomach and then drank a million pints of cider and some shots of Jegermeister, so I only really remember having a giggle and throwing up at Bar Bloc. The boys were in good form though before I blanked out, and I am delighted to hear that I bullied David into making me a CD (I actually remember doing that, mwahaha). Had a dance, had some chats, enjoyed the DJ, and then it would appear that I spilled pasta back at the flat, which by the way I hadn't meant to go back to. I went there by accident because I was so blasted. Poor Ruth had to pick the pasta up off the floor since I am indeed retarded. Turned into more of an animal when I eventually got back to my maw's and decided it would be funny to "surprise" my aunt by doing a moon dance for her. By moon dance, I mean nothing romantic - apparently I was talking about how vulgar rugby boys were before mooning in my aunt's face and going "surprise!", before wiggling my bum towards her. She's a nurse and yet she said an arse has never terrified her as much in her entire life, I am actually mortified that I behaved like that. This was at five in the morning - got woken up at seven, which I also only vaguely remember, was still drunk til I got to England, slept on a grassy hill, and then slept before dinner in the murky hovvel I was sleeping in all weekend.
England was good craic but only really for banter and the Sealife Centre - the hotel was so manky that I got dust allergies, which I never get, and you couldn't see through the supposedly see through tumblers in the dining room. It was self-service but the staff managed to hide the soup, there was no water in sight, and at least 15 people got food poisoning, including my little cousins on the last day. However, I bought a bra from Ann Summers for a pound, read half of the Da Vinci Code whilst keeping an eye on Ryan, and went to the movies a lot so it wasn't all bad. Saw Over The Hedge (by Dreamworks, yas) which was wet yer pants funny, and The Omen which made me wet my pants due to fear. My mum got so scared at one bit she managed to punch me on the head. This was the first family holiday I felt like I was looking after my parent, hahaha.
This week I start my new job, me and the girls are now being chucked out on Fri morn, doing a close in the D to the Omino's, Cait's leaving do and finally my party - WHICH IS NOT DRESS UP ANYMORE!! Sorry if you guys bought anything (doubt you would've, but on the off-chance you did), just too stressful for most to get a costume. So it's just a knees-up and have a dance party after all. Which is a bit of a relief, since I hate the intermingled smell of cider and face paint.
Since I'm now too old for my family to take an interest in, I resorted to taking a number of shamefully pose-y Myspace style pictures of myself
- Just to prove that I was there ya know :|
Moving on to The Grand - the only hotel in Britain too grand to wash its dishes:
I captured a castle - loved it because it was so eerie:
How gothy!
Little donkeys with their weary loads:
SeaLife was the best, creatures of the deep blue are so pretty:
Can't believe that these creatures have evolved from between the two ice ages, look at all the colours they've collected:
There were schools of fishes and sharks in this tank, along with two turtles:
Soft-shelled turtle attempts escape, never going to happen:
Some mental prehistoric crabs the size of yer maw, wouldn't like attempting to eat them for breakfast:
Jellyfish!
Some mad dalmatian fish:
Pirate Benny, he was a poor wee popsicle:
Loved this stripey wee fish:
Humboldt the penguin!:
Fish stuck in coral, awww!
Mick's back very soon, I can dance around some fields with him to a Beach Boys song to herald his return, and the summertime!
Wednesday went to Sharyn's for a munch and a giggle for her 18th. Bry, Anna, Hendy Jr, and a really nice girl whose name I can't remember or attempt to spell was there. Turns out Sharyn's bash was an Ann Summer's party, much much fun, won a mystery prize which I am sure I can enjoy with my lovely special-needs beefy beefy boyfriend. The thought of this makes me hope it's not a vibrator, but I doubt most of you want to hear anything else about Ann Summers, or my sexual desires. Moving on to THURSDAY.
Thursday was again, hectic, maw came down to help me with bags, I sorted out room in flat and room at home, then met Raff and Libby for VDX gig after placing a bet for me and Mick on the Japan match. Lost the bet, got my pay, ran about like a mad thing on an empty stomach and then drank a million pints of cider and some shots of Jegermeister, so I only really remember having a giggle and throwing up at Bar Bloc. The boys were in good form though before I blanked out, and I am delighted to hear that I bullied David into making me a CD (I actually remember doing that, mwahaha). Had a dance, had some chats, enjoyed the DJ, and then it would appear that I spilled pasta back at the flat, which by the way I hadn't meant to go back to. I went there by accident because I was so blasted. Poor Ruth had to pick the pasta up off the floor since I am indeed retarded. Turned into more of an animal when I eventually got back to my maw's and decided it would be funny to "surprise" my aunt by doing a moon dance for her. By moon dance, I mean nothing romantic - apparently I was talking about how vulgar rugby boys were before mooning in my aunt's face and going "surprise!", before wiggling my bum towards her. She's a nurse and yet she said an arse has never terrified her as much in her entire life, I am actually mortified that I behaved like that. This was at five in the morning - got woken up at seven, which I also only vaguely remember, was still drunk til I got to England, slept on a grassy hill, and then slept before dinner in the murky hovvel I was sleeping in all weekend.
England was good craic but only really for banter and the Sealife Centre - the hotel was so manky that I got dust allergies, which I never get, and you couldn't see through the supposedly see through tumblers in the dining room. It was self-service but the staff managed to hide the soup, there was no water in sight, and at least 15 people got food poisoning, including my little cousins on the last day. However, I bought a bra from Ann Summers for a pound, read half of the Da Vinci Code whilst keeping an eye on Ryan, and went to the movies a lot so it wasn't all bad. Saw Over The Hedge (by Dreamworks, yas) which was wet yer pants funny, and The Omen which made me wet my pants due to fear. My mum got so scared at one bit she managed to punch me on the head. This was the first family holiday I felt like I was looking after my parent, hahaha.
This week I start my new job, me and the girls are now being chucked out on Fri morn, doing a close in the D to the Omino's, Cait's leaving do and finally my party - WHICH IS NOT DRESS UP ANYMORE!! Sorry if you guys bought anything (doubt you would've, but on the off-chance you did), just too stressful for most to get a costume. So it's just a knees-up and have a dance party after all. Which is a bit of a relief, since I hate the intermingled smell of cider and face paint.
Since I'm now too old for my family to take an interest in, I resorted to taking a number of shamefully pose-y Myspace style pictures of myself
- Just to prove that I was there ya know :|
Moving on to The Grand - the only hotel in Britain too grand to wash its dishes:
I captured a castle - loved it because it was so eerie:
How gothy!
Little donkeys with their weary loads:
SeaLife was the best, creatures of the deep blue are so pretty:
Can't believe that these creatures have evolved from between the two ice ages, look at all the colours they've collected:
There were schools of fishes and sharks in this tank, along with two turtles:
Soft-shelled turtle attempts escape, never going to happen:
Some mental prehistoric crabs the size of yer maw, wouldn't like attempting to eat them for breakfast:
Jellyfish!
Some mad dalmatian fish:
Pirate Benny, he was a poor wee popsicle:
Loved this stripey wee fish:
Humboldt the penguin!:
Fish stuck in coral, awww!
Mick's back very soon, I can dance around some fields with him to a Beach Boys song to herald his return, and the summertime!