Hello!

So I haven't updated my journal in over 2 months. Wow. A month and a half of that was down to no internet, though. So you can't blame me. Blame AOL. AOL sucks donkey dick.

Ooh. On friday we went to see Robyn's exhibition! It was fab (Robyn's work, that is)! Actually it was pretty good. Robyn's really improved and now her work is totally mind-bogglingly good (compared to my shit). SO yeah. We also saw other peoples work, including some ex-Sandoners like Sophie who had these darkened photos. Gemmas was apparently right next to hers, but I don't even remember seeing it. Erm... Oh, we saw Matt Paynes, which was good and made me think of 28 days later, and Robyn said the song on the laptop was Ave Maria (which is on the soundtrack) but I didn't hear it because I'm deaf and/or a monkey fiddler.

Then we went out for dinner and I drank Cider and had the gurgliest tummy ever the next day! Actually I was gurgling for two days, and I don't know if it was the cider or the pitta, but either way I was gurgling! I sounded like muffin before she had to start taking steroids.

What else can I tell you? I've started driving lessons (at long last). My instructors pretty cool. He's hugely sarcastic, and the other day we spent about half an hour just trying to out-sarcasm each other. Really random. And yesterday I almost crashed, which was immensely funny for me! I was laughing so much I nearly started crying. I suppose it's like a fear response. Not that I thought I was going to die, because he PROMISED he would not let me crash the car. Which is a reassuring though, I suppose. I do better at high speeds (we got up to 65 and my handling is soo much better than when we're doing 30), and I didn't stall, which was immense. Actually, the first time he asked me to pull over yesterday, I did so without him even telling me what to do, then he said 'Well done, you did that all on your own', at which point I forget EVERYTHING he'd ever taught me and couldn't remember how to pull back out onto the road :S.

Erm... I had today off work (which was really WEIRD) and I won't be working next tuesday either (next week is my last week before summer hols!) and I might have next Friday off, too. So three days left (hopefully). How wicked. Then two weeks of staff development. Bleugh.

And... that... Is... All... I... Can... Currently... Tell... You.

That took AGES to write compared to a normal sentence. How crap.

In the near future I will be; Brighton... Weekend... Haircut... Patch test... FRINGE! (Maybe)... Pub... Town... Driving lesson... Cooking party thing... Jacket potato... Buggery.

Over and out.

P.s. Mr Wook Wook Choi? Does anybody remember him? This is what Tom (Thom) and I decided he looked like (if you haven't seen this before). [link]

P.p.s I feel kind of sorry for that guy, but in our own little way, we've made him slightly more famous than he would have been if he wasn't called Mr Wook Wook Choi (Yongwook Choi)

And so I'm back, from outer space, I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed the stupid lock, I should have made you leave the key, if I'd have known for just one second you'd be back to bother me.

But anyway. I've finally got internet! After two weeks of it not working (well, a few days of it not working and me not being bothered to check again for two weeks) it is working again. I'm just checking my hotmail messages. Lots of spam about if I want a bigger cock... Why would they send that to me? Don't they know I have a HUGE cock as it is?

An email from a man called Adukarim Bubar (who's emailed me a suspiciously similar message before, i'm sure) about a share of 37% of $19,300,000.00. All I need to do is give him my bank details! I'm going to get right on that when I get back from touring the world on my speedy, speedy horse named Fag-end.

AND an email from a Max Dongo (Sounds like some demented porn star name) offering me 30% of his $15 million, with a suspiciously similar story to the email from Adukarim Bubar. I honestly can't see how anyone falls for this shite. Why would you agree to take money from someone who starts an email with 'dear partner'?

In other news, I went to London with Robyn on thursday and bought some horribly gorgeous expensive sunglasses (£130 from Burberry). They're big and black and fabulous. And I bought lots of other crap as well. Robyn didn't buy much. She's not like me when it comes to spending money. I've sort of learnt that if I see something I want, I buy it (except the Karen Millen bag, which I didn't buy despite wanting it more than ANYTHING, EVER). However I did manage to fuck up my Abbey account, and now I can't take money out until I go in and see them. Abbey sucks anyway. They STILL haven't sent me my debit card.

Also this week I found loads of old(ish) computer games, and have been mucking around on them. I've played GTA3 (How shit was that game?), Far Cry which I just didn't enjoy playing at all, Hitman Contracts which was alot of fun until I got consistently shot dead by the asylum guards or the police. I liked shooting the mad people, though. Oh, and Theme hospital which I played for ages the other day. I've nearly completed it, and I was using cheats a little bit to pass through the boring levels. "Hospital administrator is CHEATING".

Other games I've come across have been; Deus ex Invisible war, Splinter Cell and Splinter Cell Pandora Tomorrow, TOCA race driver 2 and Prince of Persia the Sands of Time.

I also found loads of games from my old Windows 98. Duke Nukem. At least I assume thats for windows 98. It could be windows 95 as it was in a box with other 95 stuff.

Blah blah, anyway. Some people on the tv are singing Come What May in very strange ways. I feel a bit confused and/or violated.

I've been bitten. I'm going back to bed. Goodnight(morning) and god bless.

xxx

So today is a sad day for all Rabbit kind.

I'm not sure why just rabbit kind. but for all stuffed animal kind, anyway. We found out that the overflow pipe from our downstairs toilet is too short (I think that's what he said, I'm not sure, I'm not really knowlegable on the workings of toilets) and so the little white pipe that leads into our garage is leaking, and the dampness below the big fridge, that has been there since last summer, isn't actually coming from the fridge, but coming from the little box thing on the back of the toilet (How hygienic! It's a good job we only keep alcohol in that fridge!) Don't be too grossed out, though, as at least it's not coming directly from the bowl or anything, it is clean water (contrary to what I thought when I was told )

The bad news is that the giant wicker basket next to the fridge is sodden, and all it's contents has to be totally thrown away. Which includes a fair few of my childhood toys! Including the Indonesian doll my Nan made for me (It's possibly the most gorgeous doll ever) and my big winnie the pooh and eeyore which she also made for me, plus loads of other toys (most of which could have done with being chucked out years ago, though)

Although one good things has come from the toy-masacre, I found my bunny! I had a pink rabbit which I used to sleep with every single night when I was a baby, and I dragged it round with me for years and years. And I found it! It's now sitting proudly on my bed. All I have left to do is find my rattly elephant, and I'm set for the future with the toys of my past.

Speaking of the future, I'm fine. The job is fine. My last day of the term is on the 30th of this month, so just over two weeks to go. I've been told that the Friday class will now be split into two to calm down the rabid beasts (although, I think they're alright), so there'll be two two hour sessions rather than one four hour session.

What else can I tell you? I've got two itches, both in the exact same spot on either arm. How odd. Now I have one on my head! And in my ear! Why does that happen? When you think about an itch... Knee itch, gah!... Thigh, itchy... Army... Nose... Why when you think about an itch do you then get loads? Or is it just me? Do I have fleas? Probably, but that's beside the point.

In other news... I'm broke until I get paid at t'end of t'month. Stupid expensive things occuring in March! Stupid Robyn having a stupid birthday. Stupid jake's stupid birthday. Stupid Jesse's stupid birthday which is on the same stupid day as stupid Robyn's. Stupid shopping trips to Chelmsford and to London. STUPID STUPID STUPID!

Itchy hip!

I've got to go and cook mashed potato now. We had that at Robyn's for New Years after we couldn't find any restaurants to deliver. Mmm, Thai.

TTFN (Tickling Timmy, Fucking nonce!) (?)

xxx

Hello!

To start this entry off in a proper fashion, I'd like to explain that I am COVERED, totally covered in red fluff. We have these red towels and when I got out the shower I got covered in fluff, then my clothes got covered in fluff, and it looks like I've got like... broken veins in my arms or something. It's weird.

Anyway... I had a meeting this evening, and you'll never guess what I am... I'm an exam invidulator! How random. The worst thing is, though, that the exam I'm invidulating is done over t'internet, on a site called... I don't remember (ooops :S), and at the meeting this evening we were told all about the site (and shown, obviously) and Kier explained to us all about how to navigate it and stuff, but I tuned out after five minutes and started singing Cansei De Ser Sexy songs in my head. So I'm screwed.

But, oh waell, because on tuesday of next week I am going to the Geffrye (I think that's how it's spelt) museum. And I'm getting paid for it. And I don't have to pay for the trip. And I can drinK!!!

Oooh, never mind the buzzcocks. I'm going to watch t'telly now. Bye Bye.

xxx

Let's give the boy a haaaaaaaaand.

I was watching Max and Paddy last night and got that stuck in my head.

So I'm having a good day so far, and it's only 10am. I got a phone call about an hour and a half ago from a nice lady i work with called Jan who said that the college was shut and I didn't have to go to work today! And, I do believe I'm getting paid for not working, too. So today is looking bright.

Also... It's SNOWING! It's absolutely beautiful out. Really, really gorgeous. The snow is like, 6 inches thick (which is nothing, essentially, but it's still beautiful).

Isn't it strange how everything stops in England when it snows? Like, the schools and stuff are all closed, and people don't want to leave their houses and stuff. I went to tescos earlier and there were (I'm not kidding) about 12 people there. And the lady behind the till thought I was absolutely crazy to be out in the snow. But it's not even cold. I didn't even wear gloves!

When we were in Finland this time last year, and it was -17, nothing stopped. Kids weren't in school because it was a holiday, but the previous week (when it had been -20) most of the schools were open. All the shops were open, and people were out in the snow. We even took a boat over to Estonia. We sailed on ice! We could have gone down like the titanic. And Estonia was even colder. The snow came up to my knees, and sometimes it was deeper.

But I'm not complaining, cos I have the day off. There are kids in the street on sleds. It's so magical. And it's all even more amazing because today was my penultimate day of work before I get a week off! A whole week! Tomorrow is my last day, and I kind of hope the college is open, because Fridays are one of my favourite days for work. But I'd still be happy if it were shut. I could have a lay in.

Maybe he's no romeo, but he's my lovin' one man show, whoa whoa whoa whoa, Let's hear it for the Boy!

I seriously can't get that out of my head!

I'm going now. I hope you're all having fun. I hope the snow is thick, and you can go and make snow angels, and junk like that.

xxx