house party #3

aren't my flatmates handsome?yesterday morning i had the most amazing greasy breakfast at Pellicci's before going charity shopping in hackney. and then on my way back, i ate the most amazing piece of carrot cake the size of my head in brick lane. then i made chicken fajitas and ate those too. but despite eating like a fucking pig all day, i still managed to get OFFMYFACE after a few sips of whiskey from a pink Barbie cup at the party last night. i hate that. and ei, omg what's with Barbie dumping Ken?! You can't have Barbie and Blaine. it's so wrong. alright, i'll get over it. last night i made friends with a flock of french men. Jean Claude, Jean Pierre and Jean Paul. obviously i didn't know their real names because when you've had a few, names don't matter. and apparently, looks don't either. how is it that i live in Belgium and the only french people i meet are when i'm in London? they were fun.after a while, some girl got really bitchy with me about something or other and someone else spilt wine all over my white skirt. i wasn't really feeling the love. i actually felt like puking. which i did quite gloriously on my adventure back home.me and soph ":D"sally is looking rather frightened.i think they're from essexsoph & sathayley dunnome (drrrunk hair) and a french boy.another french boy. i think i snogged him.. :S sorry mate.i feel rough.

I am going to...

I am going to Yorkshire.

NME gig @ brixton academy

Here we have Sophie, my flatmate, looking like she's just seen Chris Moyles naked, and me, looking like something out of Jurassic Park at the NME gig on Wednesday night. I am oh-so really bored of The Killers but it was a lot of fun. Some bastard kids tried to start a mosh pit, it was a pathetic attempt but I still left with blood all over my shirt from the girl in front of me. Yeuch. It's also very unfortunate that Special Needs were at Death Disco the same night, and the next time they're playing is in Plymouth - WTF?! Plymouth? Something completely irrelevant: I find it really funny that I will refuse to go anywhere near Burger King or McDonalds nowadays, yet it's perfectly fine for me to eat scummy kebabs and throw up everywhere afterwards. I have to brush my teefs everytime I think of that kebab & have been left mildly traumatised by the whole event.Anyway. Here is another photo of my Ooh. I can't think of anything else to write.

To m...

To my left sits a young boy watching lesbian porn videos and to my right, an old man singing along to Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing. Today i dyed my hair. I now bear a slight resemblance to the delightful Vicky Pollard. I want to die.

farm animals

There’s a farm in the centre of London. A REAL farm, with goats and pigs and donkeys and ducks and rabbits and farmery-looking people and everything. You can even adopt one of the beasts if you like. Who knew?Er, in other exciting news, I’m going to see THE KILLERS (+the futureheads + bloc barty) on February 9. And hopefully a trip to Brighton in February is in order - Sal's idea because I've never been and apparently I'm not cool if I have't been to Brighton. tmdphekt, would you, um, like to be tour guide (aka, chauffeur for lazy bastard) for the day? Mmm? It'll be fun, I promise! Right now I'm sat in the library during our lunch break like a geek, because I secretly hate my course mates and I'd rather have my tongue hacked off and set on fire than be subject to the drivel coming from the gobs of those cretinous bastards for an hour at the student coffee bar. In fact.. I think I might print off my lecture notes and go on a shopping trip instead. First stop: Bank. 'Please exend my overdraft'.

& 20 years later

As if standing next to Colin Firth for 17 seconds wasn't good enough, last night I met up with Dean ____dean. He's really quite tall. I was meant to be going to death disco to see Special Needs (who are awesome BTW) but I somehow ended up at a dEUS gig with him, Jim poplife and their friends because they kindly gave me a spare ticket. Jim kept looking at me with very odd expressions on his face, but he bought me a pineapple at the end of the night which was great because I secretly really enjoy them.Anyway, on tuesday (MY BIRTHDAY), I got back home from shopping & found that my flatmates had put squillions and babillions of balloons and candles and ribbons and sparkly things all around the flat. They made me a cake and started singing happy birthday as I came into the room. I am REALLY bad at surprises and I actually almost cried. I am such a sap... but I honestly didnt expect it at all. Afterwards we graced white heat with our presence, along with steve and a girl called Emma (I had to borrow Sophie's friends for a night, I am that much of a goose). It was the best 20th birthday I've ever had.Today I have come over all Christmas-y.

ooooh

these are CAKES, wowwowoo the restdon't you wish you could bake cakes like those. i wouldn't be able to eat them, i'd just have to marvel at them forever.