Ok so . . .
What a frantic/fantastic week!!! Its taken me a day or so to recover, Sos to all of you that turned up to the Skate Jam in Crawley and didnt find me, but I learned of the crappie weather and stuff in a paper on the flight back the day before and expected Friday to follow suit.
Huddersfield; LOVING my new room, I think I may have trendy roommate. But he didnt make a fuss about me smoking dope the 24 hours I was there, so probably wont when Im there permanently. If he does, I have a whole new set of floorboards to hide his body under; the last corpses at the old place were a little ripe anyway.
Anyway, with about 24 hours turnaround in between Huddersfield and Budapest, and no packing done, being shattered, and everything. Im surprised I forgot as little stuff as I did (I left my folder of really important documents in Huddersfield, doh) and I am now appalled both by the Budapest and Gatwick Airport security. Both of which failed to pick up on my 6 inch razor sharp craft knife, and 8 inch scissors, (plain forgot to take them out, not some kind of test, at least not on the way to). The Gatwick security also let Emma on with a Faux Swiss Army Knife, which admittedly the Hungarians did find, and dispose of (refusing to post), much to Emmas dismay.
Budapest: we managed to squeeze all of the tourist stuff, and lots of other stuff into our Budapest Trip. As Emma remarked on the way home, we managed to squeeze four full days into what was basically 3 full days. Oh and a note to all of you going to or thinking of visiting Budapest, the Metro System, is ALL public transport, and the Underground Labyrinths are bone, 100% bone. Even with almost a week completely in each others pockets, Emma and I are still friends.
On a Final and much more up to date note: As a 19th Birthday present from my ex-girlfriend, I received an ESSAY of only such triple meanings, and coding as only Helen could muster. But in essence it said that I was still her friend and that I also held some kind of childish grudge against her for breaking it up. Oh, and as most of the readers of this will not know, she can only express herself textually, not verbally. It would have been quite impossible for me to have phoned her and sorted all this out, and instead worded an incredibly diplomatic letter saying that whilst I was still her friend, I had certain views, opinions and memories that would make it impossible for me to have an impartial stance. And of course, she, thinking that I was more of a girl than my genitalia would suggest, interpreted this as some kind of cryptic message which was insulting her, and e-mailed me as such. YAY its like were going out again, Im getting the same amount of sex (i.e. NONE), and shes still messing me around and better yet; I STILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE WRITTEN VERSION. Its been a YEAR since weve ceased going out, and almost that long since Ive seen her, SO WHY CANT I JUST LET IT GO AND MOVE ON!
What a frantic/fantastic week!!! Its taken me a day or so to recover, Sos to all of you that turned up to the Skate Jam in Crawley and didnt find me, but I learned of the crappie weather and stuff in a paper on the flight back the day before and expected Friday to follow suit.
Huddersfield; LOVING my new room, I think I may have trendy roommate. But he didnt make a fuss about me smoking dope the 24 hours I was there, so probably wont when Im there permanently. If he does, I have a whole new set of floorboards to hide his body under; the last corpses at the old place were a little ripe anyway.
Anyway, with about 24 hours turnaround in between Huddersfield and Budapest, and no packing done, being shattered, and everything. Im surprised I forgot as little stuff as I did (I left my folder of really important documents in Huddersfield, doh) and I am now appalled both by the Budapest and Gatwick Airport security. Both of which failed to pick up on my 6 inch razor sharp craft knife, and 8 inch scissors, (plain forgot to take them out, not some kind of test, at least not on the way to). The Gatwick security also let Emma on with a Faux Swiss Army Knife, which admittedly the Hungarians did find, and dispose of (refusing to post), much to Emmas dismay.
Budapest: we managed to squeeze all of the tourist stuff, and lots of other stuff into our Budapest Trip. As Emma remarked on the way home, we managed to squeeze four full days into what was basically 3 full days. Oh and a note to all of you going to or thinking of visiting Budapest, the Metro System, is ALL public transport, and the Underground Labyrinths are bone, 100% bone. Even with almost a week completely in each others pockets, Emma and I are still friends.
On a Final and much more up to date note: As a 19th Birthday present from my ex-girlfriend, I received an ESSAY of only such triple meanings, and coding as only Helen could muster. But in essence it said that I was still her friend and that I also held some kind of childish grudge against her for breaking it up. Oh, and as most of the readers of this will not know, she can only express herself textually, not verbally. It would have been quite impossible for me to have phoned her and sorted all this out, and instead worded an incredibly diplomatic letter saying that whilst I was still her friend, I had certain views, opinions and memories that would make it impossible for me to have an impartial stance. And of course, she, thinking that I was more of a girl than my genitalia would suggest, interpreted this as some kind of cryptic message which was insulting her, and e-mailed me as such. YAY its like were going out again, Im getting the same amount of sex (i.e. NONE), and shes still messing me around and better yet; I STILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE WRITTEN VERSION. Its been a YEAR since weve ceased going out, and almost that long since Ive seen her, SO WHY CANT I JUST LET IT GO AND MOVE ON!