Happy day after the day after Halloween everybody!
I'm not paticularly fond of Halloween at any rate. Little kids running around, playing knock and run without the running! Everytime I hear "Trick or Treat!" I just want to respond with "Smack in the face!" Seriously, what is the appeal? Shut up and go home, you little morons (in the nicest possible way).
So on Halloween, instead of celebrating ghosts or whatever, I ventured over to the Dunn-Wilson's for an evening of pizza, popcorn and Men in Black with some of the lovely friendly-wendlies :) There was Emzy, Tisminda, Beffanyy, Jacky B, Timmy, Jake-us, Jo-eeeelllll and myself. Rave. But, you know what they say, "It just be raining black people in New York!" Haha I just lolled at a private joke. Mmmhmmm. It's ok, I can say it because it was in a film.
Moving swiftly on, yesterday after the wonders of Kevrennek (♪ You're beautiful hmhmhmhmhmhmmmm hmhmhmhmhmhmmmm ♪) we were all sat around in the café and at what is meant to be 'footsteps' (our youth group) but usually consists of laughing, Coke (the drink, not the drug... maybe) and texting each other even though were sat on the same sofa. Ho ho ho what giggles we have. I started off the game with a text of 'Good afternoon chums. Hold onto your hats... It's pointless text time!' to which the fabulous Beth Dunn-Wilson replied 'I don't have a hat.' Sheesh, she does English at college. You'd've thought she could recognise a metaphor. Is it a metaphor? Do I even care? No is the answer.
I pretty much spent the duration of the morning doing my history coursework (I totally didn't leave it to the last day of half term...). "‘It was the work that women did during the war that earned them the vote’. Use the sources and your own knowledge to explain whether you agree with this interpretation." Apparently 'I agree' isn't a suitable answer. Gutted.
But then, joy unbounded etc., my dear bezzerino Emily-Schmemily decided we would go to Pizza Hut for tea! Easy tiger. Usual crew minus a few (ooh that rhymes!); Em, Jack, Beth, Joel, Tamsin, Jake and meeee. Their happy hour (not happy meal Emily, you plonker. McDonald's is across the road!) lasts for four hours... huh? But it means I pay less, so I'll let them off :) Warm Cookie Dough for pudding. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I did keep calling the waitress a beautiful child of God, but I don't think she heard so SHE CAN PROVE NOTHING. MUHAHAHAHAHA.
The funny bit was how awkward Jake and Tamsin were. They are blates in lurve but didn't even talk to each other. I don't dare talk about it though. Tamsin'll go SKITZ ;)
I'm not paticularly fond of Halloween at any rate. Little kids running around, playing knock and run without the running! Everytime I hear "Trick or Treat!" I just want to respond with "Smack in the face!" Seriously, what is the appeal? Shut up and go home, you little morons (in the nicest possible way).
So on Halloween, instead of celebrating ghosts or whatever, I ventured over to the Dunn-Wilson's for an evening of pizza, popcorn and Men in Black with some of the lovely friendly-wendlies :) There was Emzy, Tisminda, Beffanyy, Jacky B, Timmy, Jake-us, Jo-eeeelllll and myself. Rave. But, you know what they say, "It just be raining black people in New York!" Haha I just lolled at a private joke. Mmmhmmm. It's ok, I can say it because it was in a film.
Moving swiftly on, yesterday after the wonders of Kevrennek (♪ You're beautiful hmhmhmhmhmhmmmm hmhmhmhmhmhmmmm ♪) we were all sat around in the café and at what is meant to be 'footsteps' (our youth group) but usually consists of laughing, Coke (the drink, not the drug... maybe) and texting each other even though were sat on the same sofa. Ho ho ho what giggles we have. I started off the game with a text of 'Good afternoon chums. Hold onto your hats... It's pointless text time!' to which the fabulous Beth Dunn-Wilson replied 'I don't have a hat.' Sheesh, she does English at college. You'd've thought she could recognise a metaphor. Is it a metaphor? Do I even care? No is the answer.
I pretty much spent the duration of the morning doing my history coursework (I totally didn't leave it to the last day of half term...). "‘It was the work that women did during the war that earned them the vote’. Use the sources and your own knowledge to explain whether you agree with this interpretation." Apparently 'I agree' isn't a suitable answer. Gutted.
But then, joy unbounded etc., my dear bezzerino Emily-Schmemily decided we would go to Pizza Hut for tea! Easy tiger. Usual crew minus a few (ooh that rhymes!); Em, Jack, Beth, Joel, Tamsin, Jake and meeee. Their happy hour (not happy meal Emily, you plonker. McDonald's is across the road!) lasts for four hours... huh? But it means I pay less, so I'll let them off :) Warm Cookie Dough for pudding. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I did keep calling the waitress a beautiful child of God, but I don't think she heard so SHE CAN PROVE NOTHING. MUHAHAHAHAHA.
The funny bit was how awkward Jake and Tamsin were. They are blates in lurve but didn't even talk to each other. I don't dare talk about it though. Tamsin'll go SKITZ ;)
Oh gorilla's underpants, I almost forgot it's school again tomorrow. Triple History with Mr Blyth, who I'm pretty sure is General Douglas 'the Butcher' Haig reincarnated. The horror is almost unimaginable, but at least the coursework's finished.
And I have to mention X Factor, because it is the beggar's biscuits (i.e. good). Why on earth are John and Edward still in? WHY GOD WHY? They actually suck at singing and, guess what, X Factor is a SINGING competition. Oh, the humanity.
As the great and mighty Beth Uglow once said: "Dear Grim Reaper, so far this year you have taken my favourite dancer; Michael Jackson, my favourite singer; Stephen Gately, and my favourite actor; Heath Ledger. In case you were wondering, my favourite twins are John and Edward." Now, I think this is nasty but, you know what they say, all's fair in love and reality TV.
Oooh and thankies to Beth D-W (who I seem to mention a lot. Mainly because she's fan-dabby-tastic.) for the shout out on her blog. Check hers out too. I do know where you live:
Dear Beth: I hope you enjoy your eco sneaks even though they're THE SAME COLOUR AS MINE. Some people eh?
Well then, pretty much time to head upstairs to Bedfordshire. (But wait, my bedrooms downstairs. Never mind.)
Auf Wiedersehn chums.
Beth x
Well then, pretty much time to head upstairs to Bedfordshire. (But wait, my bedrooms downstairs. Never mind.)
Auf Wiedersehn chums.
Beth x
I bought different eco sneaks :o)mwahaha.
ReplyDeleteIn college atm actually LOLing in the librararararay. People may frown.
much lovage x