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So

Where the fuck to begin?

I have had one of the best weeks I have ever had, and it's far from over yet

It started last Thursday, when I went down to Brighton to dance with my lovely SG ladies Nic and Jezabel. The show was fantastic, the other girls put my clumsy attempts at dancing to shame, and I managed to hack myself up with my butchers knife, but I had so much fun, and I got to meet Akemi, who is quite possible the cutest thing on the face of the planet. As the saying goes, I most definitely would.

The Friday was spent shopping with Jez, we were total girls, spent far to much money, and went to the worlds poshest coffee bar (my hot chocolate was in a frigging goblet). Friday night saw me trek up to London to meet Cherry, we got the last train to Folkestone (JUST barely made it) and spent the journey sat next to some drunk guy who wouldn't leave us alone and asked whether or not we thought his baby daughter could be a suicide girl...what the fuck?! But yes, we spent the night on the beach, took a moonlit walk together down by the sea (how romantic :p) and basically froze our asses off whilst waiting for a cafe to open. Then back to the beach at dawn, she took some amazing portfolio shots of me wandering around Folkestone looking like a crazed child, wielding my butchers knife...shame about the audience we had of girl-starved builders, but hey...I actually thought I was going to die of cold, but I made it out alive, and after 6 hours of shooting, we went back to London. I kept falling asleep on the train, and then I had to work. Needless to say, I was very, very tired.

But I couldn't sleep, oh no. A certain boy ws coming to visit the next day and was my house in a respectable state? Fuck no! I literally caught about half an hour of kip before my Mum came by to take me out so I could buy my new PC, and then no sooner was I back from shopping when the boy text me to tell me he was on his way...so I was dead on my feet. We hung out for a bit, watched some DVDs, got bare hyper on e-numbers and then headed over to my a friends house. We took some crew shots in her living room, then went and broke into a big ol' park for some nighttime antics, cue park mosh, jumping off of walls, cartwheels, and just general tuff-ery.

And then yesterday me and the boy missioned it up to Oxford to see my ex boyfriends band, SEVENTH CROSS (check them out, they are fucking brutal)...We sat through the support bands (No coment) and then...well, I haven't danced for a while so I was a bit rusty but I think its safe to say we tore the cellar bar up. Dance team represent! There was a pure matrix style moment where i was closer to the crowd than I realised, and swung my fist around to see an entire row of people lean back in a kind of mexican wave of collision-avoidance. Bare jokes. We left early but ended up having to wait a hour for a train anyway...got home and fell asleep whilst watching a DVD...I must have still been super siked because I apparently beat him up in my sleep...only the tuffest kids mosh in their sleep haha.

He's gone home now, but the fun isn't over, I'm going to see Underoath tomorrow with my darling Ciel, then I have a few days in London including RUDEGIRLS (any excuse to dress up - i may be tuff but im still a girl at heart) and then going up to see the boy on sunday...will the fun never end?

So, in summary

*Dance
*Shop
*Shoot
*New computer
*Boy<3
*Crew
*Mosh
*More mosh

And still to come

*More mosh
*Dance
*Boy<3
*BLEEDING THROUGH

And you know what? I'm happy again. Genuinely happy. I haven't been this happy in a while. I feel like my old self again. I'm seeing my old friends, I'm doing things like I used to do, I'm having FUN. I've got a new boy who doesn't make me cry. Luke has a new girl who doesn't make him cry. The cloud has lifted. Fuck yeah.