I start too many sentences with "And"
My life is about as dull as a dirty matt photo in a badly lit room.
The last thing I did of any interest was see the Foo fighters and Brian May, which happened when I was in an odd mood and LJ just didn't appeal to me.
Before that the only thing of note was my exams. I scraped through on my optional module, and didnt really want to make a journal entry bragging that I managed to get something slightly better than just passing in my first year.
I kind of decided a while back that jounal entries are an antisocial invention as they lead to lives being read about en masse and a lack of interactive chat on msn, but I guess youre all too busy to talk about every moment of life these days. Msn seems less intimate, and people just copy and paste stuff without thought, so back to blogs I come
The worlds most awesome Kate wants people to write lj entries so that she can read something at lunch at work.
And at least the most awesome trav I know probably forgot I exist since I faded into obscurity.
So...
I could just leave it there as my testament that im still alive in lj land, but I will talk about the church fete to try and make something lighthearted and bloglike.
The fete worse than death (hahahaha- no it wasnt funny the first time, dad) was yesterday.
I, by the way for any of you semi friends who are unaware, am in the church choir. And some of the serious people who dont just turn up because they like to wear dresses at weekends are musicians. Thus the choir performs a small musical interlude on various instruments during the afternoon.
Last sunday I was asked to play my viola. My viola last left its case in september for 2 hours and before that I last played it over a year ago.
All the strings had fallen off when I got it out earlier in the week. I tuned it up , but im a retard..
"im turning the peg, but the note is getting no higher"
"im still turning it, but its still not getting any higher"
"wtf, that other string just snapped"
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
I helped my dad man the barbecue stall, and the fete was pretty dull really. There was a nice book stall though. 20p for any paperback. 50p for any hardback. So I got 4 books for £1.10 which my dad then threw onto a wet towel, ruining their sexiness, but not damaging the ink luckily.
And the church raised £5000
So yeah... that was interesting
Lets end on a nice camp note. I love you all as much now as I did the best time I ever spammed love at you. Thats the best i can do without getting drunk.
The last thing I did of any interest was see the Foo fighters and Brian May, which happened when I was in an odd mood and LJ just didn't appeal to me.
Before that the only thing of note was my exams. I scraped through on my optional module, and didnt really want to make a journal entry bragging that I managed to get something slightly better than just passing in my first year.
I kind of decided a while back that jounal entries are an antisocial invention as they lead to lives being read about en masse and a lack of interactive chat on msn, but I guess youre all too busy to talk about every moment of life these days. Msn seems less intimate, and people just copy and paste stuff without thought, so back to blogs I come
The worlds most awesome Kate wants people to write lj entries so that she can read something at lunch at work.
And at least the most awesome trav I know probably forgot I exist since I faded into obscurity.
So...
I could just leave it there as my testament that im still alive in lj land, but I will talk about the church fete to try and make something lighthearted and bloglike.
The fete worse than death (hahahaha- no it wasnt funny the first time, dad) was yesterday.
I, by the way for any of you semi friends who are unaware, am in the church choir. And some of the serious people who dont just turn up because they like to wear dresses at weekends are musicians. Thus the choir performs a small musical interlude on various instruments during the afternoon.
Last sunday I was asked to play my viola. My viola last left its case in september for 2 hours and before that I last played it over a year ago.
All the strings had fallen off when I got it out earlier in the week. I tuned it up , but im a retard..
"im turning the peg, but the note is getting no higher"
"im still turning it, but its still not getting any higher"
"wtf, that other string just snapped"
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
I helped my dad man the barbecue stall, and the fete was pretty dull really. There was a nice book stall though. 20p for any paperback. 50p for any hardback. So I got 4 books for £1.10 which my dad then threw onto a wet towel, ruining their sexiness, but not damaging the ink luckily.
And the church raised £5000
So yeah... that was interesting
Lets end on a nice camp note. I love you all as much now as I did the best time I ever spammed love at you. Thats the best i can do without getting drunk.