Brighton finally got some much needed snow! After staying up till 4AM last night watching the snow fall and jimmy running outside to throw snow balls at people's windows in nothing but mosh shorts and a shirt, i had to get up early for a 9AM lecture (gross). But of course me being the laziest person there is, i turned the alarm clock off without Jimmy knowing. To my disappointment he woke up at 7 anyway, forcing me to get up. Then i heard the most exciting news ever: snow day. Have not heard those words since New York, they are incredibly missed. This was officially the earliest we had ever been up, so we decided to make our way into town, forgetting that england comes to a stand still when the smallest amount of snow falls. Surprisingly, we got lucky the entire day, and didn't even have to pay the train faire. We made our way down to the diner, which hadn't opened yet (we were shocked), and decided to check out GBK. Which also was not open yet. Amazing. GBK happened to be situated next to 'punktured' piercing studio, and of course Jimmy remembered me talking about getting my belly button pierced. I now have a pierced navel, and it hurt (way worse than nose if you ask me). Then we had a lovely lunch at JB's, and apple strudel while watching band of brothers. All in all, we had a totally awesome day.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Holiday Spirit

Christmas has definitely been worse and better than this one. After spending almost the entire month of december eating nothing but 28p noodles, i might have gone a little over board with my christmas shopping. In an attempt to bring the christmas cheer back into my mom and dad's day, i decided to be santa for the night. Unfortunately they woke up, despite setting my alarm to 4AM and being as quiet as i can. I tried right? Point is, they loved it. Fab Fi even tried on the pretty undies katie and i bought her, she's hot. The day went sort of down hill from there. Seeing as i'm the oldest, i was forced to stay in the kitchen all day scrubbing the horrible meat and grease stained baking trays, lovely. The worst part was, they "forgot" to inform me that it was dessert time, and ate everything without me. Everything. On the plus side, my dad totally promised to do something different next year, aka anything that doesn't include the extended family. I miss when christmas was all about new barbie dolls.
So, christmas day wasn't all that it used to be, but i'd say over all my 'holidays' have been rad. Jimmy and i went ice skating around the tower of london, sounds awesome if you leave out the part of me almost crying due to fears of falling over and getting ultra wet, or getting my fingers cut off by other skaters. Romantic? Then we had pizza express, can't get much better than that. I couldn't wait to give him my ridiculous amounts of presents, so 5 days before christmas we did the whole "gift exchange" thing. He pretty much killed my presents with his. Can't really complain can i?! Back to Brighton in a week! I love it there
Friday, 7 November 2008
Kitchen Drama

I thought i'd give a taster of what 'my' kitchen is like. This is why i haven't gone in there since the first week. JB's diner you saved me. Last night Jimmy and i did a massive clean, i've taken back all my stolen cutlery, plates, pots, pans, and glasses and am now keeping them in my room. And using my sink to wash up plates. It could be worse!
Sunday, 12 October 2008
OH, also
I have a ludicrous procrastination problem, during my internet adventures i stumbled on the fact that the last hanging in the UK was in the 60s and wasn't abolished until the 90s, definitely thought that shit was long gone. I'm sorry if this is standard information, i'm a foreigner so i don't know these things. So for the past few hours i've been reading the history of UK hangings, i can't wait to impress people with my awesome facts. Who doesn't want to hear about people being hung.
brosurs back, tell a friend
I've come to actually hate writing "blogs" because i automatically sound like a pretentious dick head. So i've had a nice long break to try and control my urge to write like a cock, but now i'm back. Also i've been in a negative mood since moving down to brighton, and now i'm back to being positive, angst is so not in right now.
Other than writing blogs there is another thing i'm shit at: being a student. I've managed to spend almost my entire monthly "allowance" in two weeks, which means i will be scraping the crumbs off the carpet for the remainder of the month. And its not that i've been shopping for super rad things, but that i've almost literally eaten my money. That fucking american diner with its oreo milkshakes, vegi burgers, and tom & jerry re-runs, how is a yankee doodle to resist? Jimmy and i have become local yokels, its a sad truth i know.
I'm going to blame this on my "house mates," who just pile up the sink with dirty dishes that they don't plan on washing for at least 3 days. So my bedroom sink is now being used to wash my dirty dishes. So of course that makes me not want to cook/go into the kitchen at all, so the diner is my only option for survival. Der. AND not only does this force me to go to the diner, but also forces me to restrain my self from rampaging when i find my bowels/glasses/cutlery filled with shit and left on the counter, bastards. Don't use my shit, or if you do wash it up and pretend like you haven't used it, derrrrrrrrr, standard. Also, for some reason they think its a good idea to pour noodles and other food items into the sink and leave them there to rot. Sad thing is there is not a single male in my kitchen, just sexy females, so i can't even blame it on gross boys. K bitch fest over, promise.
I hate reading.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
So Much Hope Buried Underneath Tragedy
We [i generalise] tend to find so much comfort in our own 'misery.' Perhaps too many people are resorting to their own discomfort in order to find comfort with themselves. Almost to say we wallow in our own sadness for the sole purpose of self-consolation? What could be more rewarding. Is this why the majority of people seem to be walking through a cloud of gloom? For the reward of self-pity and consolation? Perhaps its all just to feel emotion, after all emotion makes us feel alive, no matter what end of the spectrum it happens to be.
Monday, 11 August 2008
This is Where We Are

Time is definitely a thing of the past, at least for the moment. Hence the standstill these posts have come to. Well, that, and the lack of anything remotely worthy to write about. I've come to notice that these 'blogs' are media through which so called 'bloggers' can complain about things they think happen to only themselves, or phenomenons only they have the ability to notice. This is probably the reason why i can't seem to think of anything to say at the moment, as i have nothing to complain about. Sure, the government in the UK is shit, but is it really different anywhere else you look? And yes there seems to be an infinite number of problems the world is facing; methicillin-resistant bacteria, malaria spreading like wild fire, natural ecosystems crumbling, we all know the situations. This world, heavily riddled with corruption and hate, is where we live. Why waste the precious time we have living by sitting around complaining about it? This is what we have to work with. I'll do my part, this is all i have to offer. I have absolutely nothing to complain about, and this is all i have to say. So shut the fuck up and stop your bitching.
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