Well what an ACTION PACKED weekend of amazingness I had!
Not really. Well, kind of. I saw my friend on Thursday and ate some curry that made my face itch, then I got a spot that I tried to squeeze and made it much worse. Now I have a big nasty lip spot. It's going away a bit now, phew. I'm going to scare off all the boys at this rate. Friday night was a total washout, no one was doing anything, and I sat in watching telly and being lame, until I went to bed and discovered my cat had PISSED ON MY DUVET. Fucking hell. So I didn't get to bed straight away, and when I did, I was bloody cold. God knows why she did it, little brat.
So anyway, I was up early (ish) on Saturday morning, fo a day of coolness. I was meeting my mum at Wood Green tube, where she was having a book signing in Ottakars, but randomly got on the tube in the same carriage as her in Finsbury park. Then I went up to meet my lovely Alex AND JOSHUA (who kindly burned me some CDs and is totally awesome and cool, and was in a towel when I arrived, though I unfortunatley left the CDs behind, meaning another visit will have to be made in the near future), we went back down, went to Hennes, bought some stuff, met my mum and got nice food to eat back at hers. She had no idea that my mum was actually HAVING a signing, she thought I meant she was going to one. My mum did some card readings for Alex and some reiki, and later that night we went to the Ship to meet the SGUK crew, which was cool. A lot of faces I recognised, met a lot of people, it was all good. Finally met some of the elite SGUKers, and many others, and you're all cool! Cruised back through Leicester Sqaure and the Strand to get back to Waterloo, watched the world go by, London on a Saturday night is cool. Apart from the monsoon rainstorm that meant I was soaked through by the time I got to my car, 500m away from the station (thank fuck I drove to the station!), my cat had behaved and all was cool. I went home to see my mum and Dad, we went shopping, had lovely home cooked food, and got my Dad to examine my ring, which had a funny line in it. Turns out it has cracked, because the metal wasn't annealed properly when it was made. It's a platinum ring. And it was cracked, afetr 6 months of wear. Blimmin' great! So that's got to be fixed, though at the jeweller's expense! So then I set off towards home, got stuck in a massive traffic jam on the A3, grrrr, sang a lot in my car, and then went up to Charrington Bowl for someone's birthday. Randomly bumped into some of the Kingston Crew or "Punks that bowl", and watched everyone else bowling. I had no money, and also my stupid fingernails make bowling difficult (though not impossible). I actually found, last time I tried, that they actually improved my game because instead of trying to fling the ball down the lane, and inevitably straight into the gutter thing, I rolled at slowly and controledly (?!) down, so what it lacked in power it made up for in accuracy. Gemma nearly won, but for a final spazzy run in her last go, which meant she came joint second, but that's still better than she's ever done before. Maybe all this boy stress is improvoing her bowling!
So anyway, it's monday again. Tonight I have to go to my auntie's, who's having a "healing evening" and she want s me to supervise the kids, for the princely sum of a fiver. I don't mind, usually, if I go, I'm supervising the kids for free, and besides she's letting me use her washing machine, while mine is broken. Though for a fiver (and the kids are quite brattish), I think I will "forget" my washing powder. Well, I am a pikey, and I make no excuses! Hope you all had a good weekend! Tell me some gossip!
One of the Kingston bowling punks played a zombie in Shaun of the Dead. Knowing hime is my OTHER claim to fame.
Not really. Well, kind of. I saw my friend on Thursday and ate some curry that made my face itch, then I got a spot that I tried to squeeze and made it much worse. Now I have a big nasty lip spot. It's going away a bit now, phew. I'm going to scare off all the boys at this rate. Friday night was a total washout, no one was doing anything, and I sat in watching telly and being lame, until I went to bed and discovered my cat had PISSED ON MY DUVET. Fucking hell. So I didn't get to bed straight away, and when I did, I was bloody cold. God knows why she did it, little brat.
So anyway, I was up early (ish) on Saturday morning, fo a day of coolness. I was meeting my mum at Wood Green tube, where she was having a book signing in Ottakars, but randomly got on the tube in the same carriage as her in Finsbury park. Then I went up to meet my lovely Alex AND JOSHUA (who kindly burned me some CDs and is totally awesome and cool, and was in a towel when I arrived, though I unfortunatley left the CDs behind, meaning another visit will have to be made in the near future), we went back down, went to Hennes, bought some stuff, met my mum and got nice food to eat back at hers. She had no idea that my mum was actually HAVING a signing, she thought I meant she was going to one. My mum did some card readings for Alex and some reiki, and later that night we went to the Ship to meet the SGUK crew, which was cool. A lot of faces I recognised, met a lot of people, it was all good. Finally met some of the elite SGUKers, and many others, and you're all cool! Cruised back through Leicester Sqaure and the Strand to get back to Waterloo, watched the world go by, London on a Saturday night is cool. Apart from the monsoon rainstorm that meant I was soaked through by the time I got to my car, 500m away from the station (thank fuck I drove to the station!), my cat had behaved and all was cool. I went home to see my mum and Dad, we went shopping, had lovely home cooked food, and got my Dad to examine my ring, which had a funny line in it. Turns out it has cracked, because the metal wasn't annealed properly when it was made. It's a platinum ring. And it was cracked, afetr 6 months of wear. Blimmin' great! So that's got to be fixed, though at the jeweller's expense! So then I set off towards home, got stuck in a massive traffic jam on the A3, grrrr, sang a lot in my car, and then went up to Charrington Bowl for someone's birthday. Randomly bumped into some of the Kingston Crew or "Punks that bowl", and watched everyone else bowling. I had no money, and also my stupid fingernails make bowling difficult (though not impossible). I actually found, last time I tried, that they actually improved my game because instead of trying to fling the ball down the lane, and inevitably straight into the gutter thing, I rolled at slowly and controledly (?!) down, so what it lacked in power it made up for in accuracy. Gemma nearly won, but for a final spazzy run in her last go, which meant she came joint second, but that's still better than she's ever done before. Maybe all this boy stress is improvoing her bowling!
So anyway, it's monday again. Tonight I have to go to my auntie's, who's having a "healing evening" and she want s me to supervise the kids, for the princely sum of a fiver. I don't mind, usually, if I go, I'm supervising the kids for free, and besides she's letting me use her washing machine, while mine is broken. Though for a fiver (and the kids are quite brattish), I think I will "forget" my washing powder. Well, I am a pikey, and I make no excuses! Hope you all had a good weekend! Tell me some gossip!
One of the Kingston bowling punks played a zombie in Shaun of the Dead. Knowing hime is my OTHER claim to fame.
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I went off and changed my alias, am I still purple? I know not these things. Hussle with the going pink luv.
So nevermind me! I'm just shooting off at the mouth.