I am bored, with a week of nothing ahead of me. I need to find a date for Wednsday night, preferrably male, small and brown. If I hadn't smoked those 4 cigarette's on Friday night, it would have been over a week of non-smoking. I didn't have any yesterday though, and I'm not planning on having any tonight.
For fat snakes, nape. I like him
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
I can feel my world crumbling
So, considering I am currently experiencing a weekend, I can't say that I'm particularly too happy with it. My nose is the sorest thing in the world, I have used around 2 toilet paper rolls on it in the last 2 minutes, it just won't stop pouring the liquid out. However, due to this illness I have finally managed to complete my lace project. I am impressed with it, and I shall show you a wee snippit of the big bastard. It included 2 images, which were found on google. Here is the conclusion:
Conclusion
So, after all the research and information I have managed to collect, I have reached a conclusion on where I would like to be in the distant future. The job of a journalist sounded the least fun out of the three, and I am a thrill-seeker so I don't think journalism will be my dream career. The job of the novelist did sound quite exciting, I could write about everything and anything to my hearts content, but then I would have to hope that people would buy and love it. I would then feel under a lot of pressure when I released the next hit novel. Maybe a one-off book would be more appropriate, when I'm working as a lawyer earning £1,000,000 a month when I'm not writing about the little things in life which made it into a big deal. Which yes, does mean I have reached to my favourite out of the three jobs; music journalism. I love music, and the idea of being able to watch it live, write and about it, and be respected about your opinions on it after excite me a lot. Music and writing are probably my favourite aspects of my life, excluding alcohol, drugs and sex. But, I don't want to end up having a profession in them...so music criticism it is. I am aware of the unpredictable amounts of money, and I may "never make it". However, it looks as though I may possibly end up working for that Mr. Morrison to gain the mass amounts of money, that's when I'm not jamming at the latest Kings of Leon gig, completely off my face on heroin. Only kidding.
I'm pretty happy with that. So, know we all know what I'm going to become, lets just see who's comes into the future with me and makes my children.
Conclusion
So, after all the research and information I have managed to collect, I have reached a conclusion on where I would like to be in the distant future. The job of a journalist sounded the least fun out of the three, and I am a thrill-seeker so I don't think journalism will be my dream career. The job of the novelist did sound quite exciting, I could write about everything and anything to my hearts content, but then I would have to hope that people would buy and love it. I would then feel under a lot of pressure when I released the next hit novel. Maybe a one-off book would be more appropriate, when I'm working as a lawyer earning £1,000,000 a month when I'm not writing about the little things in life which made it into a big deal. Which yes, does mean I have reached to my favourite out of the three jobs; music journalism. I love music, and the idea of being able to watch it live, write and about it, and be respected about your opinions on it after excite me a lot. Music and writing are probably my favourite aspects of my life, excluding alcohol, drugs and sex. But, I don't want to end up having a profession in them...so music criticism it is. I am aware of the unpredictable amounts of money, and I may "never make it". However, it looks as though I may possibly end up working for that Mr. Morrison to gain the mass amounts of money, that's when I'm not jamming at the latest Kings of Leon gig, completely off my face on heroin. Only kidding.
I'm pretty happy with that. So, know we all know what I'm going to become, lets just see who's comes into the future with me and makes my children.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Stop! It's too late; I'm feeling frustrated
So, last night consisted of vodka, a lot of sick, losing various types of footwear, regret and sex. I sound like such a stud, but it wasn't I who recieved the slap and tickle, no, I just had to stay at the house, in the fucking next room.
He gave me a lift home in the morning though, so it wasn't too bad. And as a nice surprise I found two of my friends asleep in my bed, shame they wasn't male, but...what can you do?
So, Becky and I came back from what I think was a fantastic day at college. Only because my dreams had finally became true, I had to shatter them in the night...it just doesn't matter anymore. I prepared our meal which was rice and salad. We got a taxi to Corrin's, I tried to make conversation but he wasn't having any of it. But, he did try to be humourous at the end of the journey, telling me it would cost £430. I just replied with "Oh right".
Drank, talked about Dave, talked about Karen and talked about Ben. When does a night go without the talk of these two wonderful people? Yes, two, Dave; you are a twat! Anyway, we were dancing and the taxi was due in about 15 minutes. I ran to the toilet and just threw up, around three times. I haven't thrown up due to alcohol in a long time, I was surprised. We entered the taxi, I was spinning and it was an incredibly blurry journey. We got into town and went to the Carriers and sat with Glen.
Do you think I was happy with shaking Danny Scott-Cummings hand or what? After throwing up around another 5 times in the Carriers toilets...Me, Pig, Mon and Becky had decided to get into Kazbar. Of course, Becky and I were rejected, so we headed down to Summerleaze beach to see if any of the meisters, fitties or cuteguys had arrived.
They hadn't, but...Russell was there, and he told me how him and Smeeth had discussed how funny I was and how much they missed me. It made my night. Janine texted me so Becky and I wondered back into town to meet her. There was this beautiful guy, the conversation went like this:
Me: I hope you're not urinating
Bloke: Nah I'm not
Bloke: Just tell me if the coppers come, I don't want to pay an £80 fine
Me: It's alright, they drove past just before you came out
Bloke 2: So whats the fastest way to get to Kazbar?
Me: Just go down there
Bloke 2: The one with the blue lights?
Me: Yes
Bloke: You fancy coming ladies?
Me: We've already tried! They wouldn't let us in
Bloke: Why's that?
Me: We're only 17
Bloke: Alright then, well have a good night
Me and Becky: AND YOU!
After that we heard this couple having a fight, the geezer came over, I asked if he was alright, he called his girlfriend a twat. His mate came over, he had a laugh with us, then the girlfriend came over, she was a little scary but she was friendly so it was ok. Then the police came to sort them out, it was then that the girl went all weird and started shouting at me and Becky because she thought we were laughing at them.
Janine came and we ran to the beach, we got there and there was not many people left. So we chatted with the people who were there, then Corrin rang so she came down with some cool people.
I got a piggyback from Phil, he totally wanted me. If only he fucking remembered everything I said. I must have told him my name about 5 times. He called me Sarah and Cara one time. But, he had remembered it towards the end of the night. So, Janine and Becky got a taxi back to mine as Becky had lost her flip flops. Me, Corrin, Aaron, Woodhouse and Phil went to Aaron's. Woodhouse soon left, I don't know what he had to do but it sounded important. I like him, we had a chat about my sister, Lisa, he was in her year at school. Corrin and Aaron went to bed, so I went to the spare room, I was secretly hoping for him to come upstairs...but I heard the front door shut.
Woke up at half 6, got a lift back and had doritoes for breakfast.
What a life I lead
He gave me a lift home in the morning though, so it wasn't too bad. And as a nice surprise I found two of my friends asleep in my bed, shame they wasn't male, but...what can you do?
So, Becky and I came back from what I think was a fantastic day at college. Only because my dreams had finally became true, I had to shatter them in the night...it just doesn't matter anymore. I prepared our meal which was rice and salad. We got a taxi to Corrin's, I tried to make conversation but he wasn't having any of it. But, he did try to be humourous at the end of the journey, telling me it would cost £430. I just replied with "Oh right".
Drank, talked about Dave, talked about Karen and talked about Ben. When does a night go without the talk of these two wonderful people? Yes, two, Dave; you are a twat! Anyway, we were dancing and the taxi was due in about 15 minutes. I ran to the toilet and just threw up, around three times. I haven't thrown up due to alcohol in a long time, I was surprised. We entered the taxi, I was spinning and it was an incredibly blurry journey. We got into town and went to the Carriers and sat with Glen.
Do you think I was happy with shaking Danny Scott-Cummings hand or what? After throwing up around another 5 times in the Carriers toilets...Me, Pig, Mon and Becky had decided to get into Kazbar. Of course, Becky and I were rejected, so we headed down to Summerleaze beach to see if any of the meisters, fitties or cuteguys had arrived.
They hadn't, but...Russell was there, and he told me how him and Smeeth had discussed how funny I was and how much they missed me. It made my night. Janine texted me so Becky and I wondered back into town to meet her. There was this beautiful guy, the conversation went like this:
Me: I hope you're not urinating
Bloke: Nah I'm not
Bloke: Just tell me if the coppers come, I don't want to pay an £80 fine
Me: It's alright, they drove past just before you came out
Bloke 2: So whats the fastest way to get to Kazbar?
Me: Just go down there
Bloke 2: The one with the blue lights?
Me: Yes
Bloke: You fancy coming ladies?
Me: We've already tried! They wouldn't let us in
Bloke: Why's that?
Me: We're only 17
Bloke: Alright then, well have a good night
Me and Becky: AND YOU!
After that we heard this couple having a fight, the geezer came over, I asked if he was alright, he called his girlfriend a twat. His mate came over, he had a laugh with us, then the girlfriend came over, she was a little scary but she was friendly so it was ok. Then the police came to sort them out, it was then that the girl went all weird and started shouting at me and Becky because she thought we were laughing at them.
Janine came and we ran to the beach, we got there and there was not many people left. So we chatted with the people who were there, then Corrin rang so she came down with some cool people.
I got a piggyback from Phil, he totally wanted me. If only he fucking remembered everything I said. I must have told him my name about 5 times. He called me Sarah and Cara one time. But, he had remembered it towards the end of the night. So, Janine and Becky got a taxi back to mine as Becky had lost her flip flops. Me, Corrin, Aaron, Woodhouse and Phil went to Aaron's. Woodhouse soon left, I don't know what he had to do but it sounded important. I like him, we had a chat about my sister, Lisa, he was in her year at school. Corrin and Aaron went to bed, so I went to the spare room, I was secretly hoping for him to come upstairs...but I heard the front door shut.
Woke up at half 6, got a lift back and had doritoes for breakfast.
What a life I lead
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