That has been the main focus of the past week. Negative. Iv not had a bad week, not in the slightest...just alot of things have gone wrong which added a whole amount of stress to what was a good week. I think God hated me this week.
I can't remember the beginning of the week really, so it must of been okay. Friday came around pretty quick and for LPW we had a brilliant Foo Fighters song to play, the first proper oppertunity for the drummers to really shine, fast paced rock. "Okayyy band 8 onto the stage now please...quickly" So I skuttle onto the stage, OH WAIT wheres out singer? What a suprise. Christ. Oh but hang on, it will be okay cos' theres loads of singers...one of them will jump in. OR NOT. Instead some dick head cock grunger prick volunteers himself to sing, fair enough...he's not even a singer but even worse, HE DIDNT KNOW THE WORDS. Why volunteer if you don't know the words, instead he made us all look like pricks. What a waste...That really annoyed me.
Had a smooth travel home back to Upminster and then spent a lovely night round Natasha's. Her parents cooked a gorgeous meal, mussels...steak...the works which was really nice. So at least I had a good Friday night, which took the pain away from earlier that day. Then came Saturday...the day from Hell. I expected there to be train works at West Ham cos' there always is on a Saturday, so I got on the replacement bus service, bit annoyed but I wasn't going to let it ruin my day. Got to North Greenwhich where I normally get the Jubilee line to Waterloo but oh wait, ANOTHER bus service. Confusion was everywhere like no-one knew where they were going. To cut it straight it took me around 3 hours to get to Waterloo, where it normally takes an hour. Very stressful considering it was raining as well and I had all these bags with me.
So i'm going up the escalator from Waterloo underground and I hear over the voice speaker thing..."Good afternoon everyone, the Jubilee line is now fully running with good service" OH MY GOOD FUCK. Literally, as soon as I got to Waterloo they decide to open it! Christ. Thought it couldn't get any worse until I went to get my ticket and found that the ticket booth was closed so I had to wait for 20 minutes in a cue for one of those card payment machines. HATE HATE HATE. Then missed my train to Canterbury by a minute :) LOVE my life.
*Skip 2 hours* Im at Canterbury with Dean. Gave him his present which I think he liked. We wen't to the club there dressed as school boys as it was school themed night, I looked hot in my tiny shorts haha. Was going to be a good night....that was until Dean got horribley drunk and then was sick in the toilet. I spent the rest of the night looking after Dean in some cack toilet cubile while he thew up everywhere (he doesn't remember any of this...great) and in the end I just had to take him home...this was at 11pm :) What a good night out...
Monday morrrrrning, travelled back to Guildford with Matt & Rich as they both came home as well for the weekend, obviously the house is cack without moi. I went to ACM and then had a lovely nap...well it WAS lovely...until the worst thing happened. NIGHTMARE. I haven't had a nightmare in a long time, although I must say since iv moved away Iv had dreams almost every night, which I find weird! So picture this if you can...
Me, Rich & Matt all in one big room, at our uni house. I notice a plate of like left over pizza on the floor and dont really think anything of it...until I see a couple of ants munching away on it. For some reason Richard has an ant farm but I didnt think anything of it until I returned to the room 5 minutes later to find the floor infested with ants. *shivers*. Then Rich lifted up this rug thing in the room and OMG. Spiders...Scorpions and FISH came sliming out from beneath it, with all these ants like skatting all over them and like devouring everything. It was so gross and real, like all running around my feet. I woke up in hot sweat and ran into Richard's room where I told him all about it...what a fucking baby! hahaha.
The last thing I want to talk about is my increasingly degrading rememberance on how to spell simple words. When i say simple I mean REALLY SIMPLE. So far i've forgotten how to spell:
CRISPS - I spelt it Chrisps hahaha
GREET - which I spelt as Great :(
And iv got a fucking A level in English Lang/Lit. Christ.
CARNAGE 2MRO NIGHT. BANG ON THAT BRUV. PORN STAR THEMED AS WELL. x
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