tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that i can't say...
Well, been so busy I forgot to post on my birthday. (Friday)
I'm 16! Eep.
Ok, well, lots to update about.
Thursday:
Seb wasn't at school so the day was slow an shit, unaided by certain townies following me around discussing the famous fair night fight. Then, in the evening, Seb arrived all betterful and we went to the RH open evening. It was exactly the same as the last one so we left and walked along the back path towards Vivary Park. Of course, Seb 'knew where he was going'. Picture a 5-way crossroad and Seb trying to decide which way to go. It's dark. There's little light. We walk down one road and we're both pretty sure it's not the right one, so we walk back. We walk half way down another and I say that it really doesn't look like anything, just a cul-de-sac. So we go back. Then, about 20 people wearing yellow bands run past, like a marathon type thing. We think nothing of it and try another road. I get scared so we walk back. We're standing in the middle and discussing which way to go and the runners run back past...k...then they go and it's really silent and we can hear faint church bells going 'DONG....DONG....'. Seb decides it must be the first road we tried, so we walk down it a little further and I get scared by the 'Jallalabad Court' sign, so we walk on, and back again when we think it leads nowhere.
We go back to the crosspoint and 4 of the runners run by again. And the bells go again.
It was something out of a scary movie I swear. We tried each road twice, then just went all the way to the end of one, and eventually ended up in town. There was nowhere to go, so we just called my mum and went home.
Friday:
My birthday. Wake up, open MP3 player, go to school, non uniform, have a good day, go to Seb's, go to club, go to Seb's, decide to stay at Seb's. Stay at Seb's.
Saturday:
Wake up, get dressed, have breakfast, go to bus stop, go to Yeovil, Seb buys me coffee in Costa, we make an interesting sculpture by folding up the reciept in such a way that it holds liquid, pour the remains of my coffee into it, stand straws in it, break a stirrer and stand that in it and cross the spoons. Then we signed the napkin "By Seb and Skish" (with eyeliner) and leave.
Go to see Team America which would've been good if everyone else hadn't've ruined it for us. We knew all the jokes before they happened which made it suck. Go find Seb a top hat, go home.
Find mum's dress pour le party. My God, it was so cool.
Cocktails, presents, canopes, wine, good food, more wine, dessert, coffee, mints, port. Wow. Jacob was drunk. So was I a liddle.
Seb stays over and is sick. =( He's ok now though. He just left.
(Hope these work)
Seb made me cakes. I loves he.
Griff looking formal. Woah.
Ah yes, that's a little more characteristic of him.
Schmart.
Lewith.
Me und Sheb.
Me und Sheb.
The reception room. (The sunlounge).
^_^
Cocky Mctails. Penistails. DRINK.
Drink.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The pretty room where we for to eat.
We for to eat. Yummy.
Schtweemers.
Matt in a hat.
Happy Birthday to ME
...the drink kicks in.
I'm 16! Eep.
Ok, well, lots to update about.
Thursday:
Seb wasn't at school so the day was slow an shit, unaided by certain townies following me around discussing the famous fair night fight. Then, in the evening, Seb arrived all betterful and we went to the RH open evening. It was exactly the same as the last one so we left and walked along the back path towards Vivary Park. Of course, Seb 'knew where he was going'. Picture a 5-way crossroad and Seb trying to decide which way to go. It's dark. There's little light. We walk down one road and we're both pretty sure it's not the right one, so we walk back. We walk half way down another and I say that it really doesn't look like anything, just a cul-de-sac. So we go back. Then, about 20 people wearing yellow bands run past, like a marathon type thing. We think nothing of it and try another road. I get scared so we walk back. We're standing in the middle and discussing which way to go and the runners run back past...k...then they go and it's really silent and we can hear faint church bells going 'DONG....DONG....'. Seb decides it must be the first road we tried, so we walk down it a little further and I get scared by the 'Jallalabad Court' sign, so we walk on, and back again when we think it leads nowhere.
We go back to the crosspoint and 4 of the runners run by again. And the bells go again.
It was something out of a scary movie I swear. We tried each road twice, then just went all the way to the end of one, and eventually ended up in town. There was nowhere to go, so we just called my mum and went home.
Friday:
My birthday. Wake up, open MP3 player, go to school, non uniform, have a good day, go to Seb's, go to club, go to Seb's, decide to stay at Seb's. Stay at Seb's.
Saturday:
Wake up, get dressed, have breakfast, go to bus stop, go to Yeovil, Seb buys me coffee in Costa, we make an interesting sculpture by folding up the reciept in such a way that it holds liquid, pour the remains of my coffee into it, stand straws in it, break a stirrer and stand that in it and cross the spoons. Then we signed the napkin "By Seb and Skish" (with eyeliner) and leave.
Go to see Team America which would've been good if everyone else hadn't've ruined it for us. We knew all the jokes before they happened which made it suck. Go find Seb a top hat, go home.
Find mum's dress pour le party. My God, it was so cool.
Cocktails, presents, canopes, wine, good food, more wine, dessert, coffee, mints, port. Wow. Jacob was drunk. So was I a liddle.
Seb stays over and is sick. =( He's ok now though. He just left.
(Hope these work)
Seb made me cakes. I loves he.
Griff looking formal. Woah.
Ah yes, that's a little more characteristic of him.
Schmart.
Lewith.
Me und Sheb.
Me und Sheb.
The reception room. (The sunlounge).
^_^
Cocky Mctails. Penistails. DRINK.
Drink.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The pretty room where we for to eat.
We for to eat. Yummy.
Schtweemers.
Matt in a hat.
Happy Birthday to ME
...the drink kicks in.