Apologies, once again....
As it has just been pointed out to me, it has apparently been one whole week since my last update - which I apologise for.
The reason for this blatant abuse of power is that I have had for the past two weeks, mock exams - which have understandably been concentrating on more than enlightening the wonderful world of the blogging community and my pitifully small group of followers as to my whereabouts and daily happenings.
For Clare - that paragraph above said: I've been busy, soz.
Anyways - my life hasn't been that amusing or entertaining for the past week, so sorry about that. Tomorrow however, I am going to a gig - so I promise that either Wednesday or Thursday night I shall tell you all about it. I won't be able to on Tuesday since it's 1. going to finish quite late and 2. I'm staying at a friend's house so it would be a little awkward for me to just sit and effectively write a journal in the middle of her house, in the middle of the night.
The other things I've been up to are that I went to see John Bishop on Saturday night, with two friends. He's a comedian, for those of you who don't know (I have to say this because one of my friends thought we were all going to a school?) and it was brilliant, amazing. Possibly the best bit of the night was realising how much of a retard one of my friends is:
1. She offers me a lift there with her dad, who doesn't know where it is or how to get there - neither does she
2. We meet at 6:50 for what we thought would be a 7:00 start, only to find out that no, it starts at 8.
3. She ripped the tickets by accident (you know there are two parts to it?) and then put each ticket back together with the wrong end so that the people on the door got really confused and thought we had fake tickets
4. After the other friend showed us her new cardigan from Topshop, she declares "Topshop is a prostitute shop", only for us then go "..... You're wearing Topshop!"
5. Before going into the venue, the other two spot an old teacher they knew, but walk past her without quite realising. The retard I call my friend then walks back, stares at her blankly and walks on, with the poor lady staring after her wondering what on earth the whole ordeal was about.
6. Very nearly fell over several times throughout the night
We also saw a very heavily pregnant lady that night, wearing what I could only ever describe as a top. Unfortunately, she'd chosen to wear it as a dress, with only her bare, orange legs poking out. As she waddled around, carting the epic bulge in her stomach with her, the comment from me was "Do you ever look at a pregnant lady and think, 'It's wearing dresses like that, that got you pregnant in the first place...'"
The reason for this blatant abuse of power is that I have had for the past two weeks, mock exams - which have understandably been concentrating on more than enlightening the wonderful world of the blogging community and my pitifully small group of followers as to my whereabouts and daily happenings.
For Clare - that paragraph above said: I've been busy, soz.
Anyways - my life hasn't been that amusing or entertaining for the past week, so sorry about that. Tomorrow however, I am going to a gig - so I promise that either Wednesday or Thursday night I shall tell you all about it. I won't be able to on Tuesday since it's 1. going to finish quite late and 2. I'm staying at a friend's house so it would be a little awkward for me to just sit and effectively write a journal in the middle of her house, in the middle of the night.
The other things I've been up to are that I went to see John Bishop on Saturday night, with two friends. He's a comedian, for those of you who don't know (I have to say this because one of my friends thought we were all going to a school?) and it was brilliant, amazing. Possibly the best bit of the night was realising how much of a retard one of my friends is:
1. She offers me a lift there with her dad, who doesn't know where it is or how to get there - neither does she
2. We meet at 6:50 for what we thought would be a 7:00 start, only to find out that no, it starts at 8.
3. She ripped the tickets by accident (you know there are two parts to it?) and then put each ticket back together with the wrong end so that the people on the door got really confused and thought we had fake tickets
4. After the other friend showed us her new cardigan from Topshop, she declares "Topshop is a prostitute shop", only for us then go "..... You're wearing Topshop!"
5. Before going into the venue, the other two spot an old teacher they knew, but walk past her without quite realising. The retard I call my friend then walks back, stares at her blankly and walks on, with the poor lady staring after her wondering what on earth the whole ordeal was about.
6. Very nearly fell over several times throughout the night
We also saw a very heavily pregnant lady that night, wearing what I could only ever describe as a top. Unfortunately, she'd chosen to wear it as a dress, with only her bare, orange legs poking out. As she waddled around, carting the epic bulge in her stomach with her, the comment from me was "Do you ever look at a pregnant lady and think, 'It's wearing dresses like that, that got you pregnant in the first place...'"