Wow ... sort of need a catch up post ....
Went to London yesterday with Selly, Liz and Tiggy et al, which was great because we never really get to see each other these days. Got some nice new earring/piercing fillers *lol can't think of the word* and ate some interesting Chinese food. We all cried unconsolably because half the locks/stables were being knocked down which meant our favourite Chinese stall wasn't there (I wanted my discounted discount noodles damnit!). Then we went to a makeup shop called B in Carneby Street and met the most fabulous! guy who worked there. After that Selly and a few other left us, so Tiggy and I stood on Oxford Street for half an hour or so man-perving. Good times.
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Had the weirdest dream this morning. I was sitting in the reception of this weird mix of my high school and college, when Mr Charman (favourite teacher from high school, if not ever) came in and said in a Taggart-style voice "There's been a murrrderrrr!"
At which point he went all Sherlock Holmes on me and started questioning the security guards, cleaners etc.
Things then descended into complete madness, involving my college buddies doing a creepy greenwing/ballet photo shoot type perfomance, and a certain member of the college faculty swaning around in purple tights *thank you charlotte, you know who I mean*
In other news, I've got my driving theory test tomorrow, and I'm sh*tting bricks. It's the kind of situation where every practise I did before dinner went amazingly well, and afterwards it all cocked up and I don't wanna have to do it I can drive anyway just watch me :P
*sulk*
And true to form, inspiration only strikes when I have other things I really should be doing.
I don't get Poetry. That's not very promising for an aspiring English teacher is it ...