Well, i got caught out, big time!
Basically - transpires that these secret blogs are not quite so secret these days.
Thanks wholey to an irish A - and the gossiping duo of OJ/MJ.
I've not got the internet at the new house, but i'll update all when I get back onto campus next week..
LOTS TO WRITE ABOUT!
Friday, 18 September 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
The Lights And Buzz.
Completely out of the blue -
AS: 'Wel j u back n c-town? x '
Me: No. Mondayyyy!
AS: 'You lookin fwrd to it? x'
Me: Yes! Cannot wait. New house is going to be fantastically lairey! Races tomorrow?
AS: 'Nope im n lpool 2nite, hope u enjoy ur full day of sex wit football C an any other guys u wer interested in.. 2 b fair u were never gna b gf material.'
Me: ...thanks?
AS: 'U wer caught out.'
Me: 'Caught out?!'
AS: 'Wit ur full day of sex wit f chris an the guy u wer n lovf wit n ur blog.. To b honest wer u ever gna b faithful wen u went back?'
..
AS: 'Il take that as a no then.'
Me: Was just reading my blog to see what the eff you were on about buddy.
AS: 'Buddy!! Come on now... Lol look u know i was startn to like u an that was gna b my dwnfall, a gurl u are gf ur not haha '
Me: You fucked me off!
AS: 'Do u nt know why leah? U wer always gna play me'
Me: Not at all. I genuinely enjoyed your company. Anyway, what's done is done - have a good night! x
AS: 'U enjoyed my company? Lol thats wot id say to my granny! Neway dead on, enjoy your day of sex'
AS: 'Hes to nice for u haha'
Me: 'Up your dick!'
AS: 'Haha u know im never wrong j! Come visit b4 u go! K! aparently misses u! x'
..
AS: 'Mayb dnt.'
Me: What was that message for? I was just driving.
AS: 'Cs u dnt reply to my msg b4.'
Me: Because I was driving!
AS: 'Aftr al that drivin u never replyd 2 my msg.'
(This was all drafted as it happened - I just unfortunately forgot to post it/complete the rest of the conversation)
Anyway - transpired he wanted me to go round.
He called me at three-something a.m - and messaged me to go pick him up and stay over.
I didn't. Then silly me, after calling him drunkenly last night, and an apparent conversation, once again he's gone back to silence.
Eff him!
I did nothing wrong, for once!
Perhaps girls are from Venus, and boys really are from Mars?
Well, all I know is that we're definately not from the same kettle of fish!
AS: 'Wel j u back n c-town? x '
Me: No. Mondayyyy!
AS: 'You lookin fwrd to it? x'
Me: Yes! Cannot wait. New house is going to be fantastically lairey! Races tomorrow?
AS: 'Nope im n lpool 2nite, hope u enjoy ur full day of sex wit football C an any other guys u wer interested in.. 2 b fair u were never gna b gf material.'
Me: ...thanks?
AS: 'U wer caught out.'
Me: 'Caught out?!'
AS: 'Wit ur full day of sex wit f chris an the guy u wer n lovf wit n ur blog.. To b honest wer u ever gna b faithful wen u went back?'
..
AS: 'Il take that as a no then.'
Me: Was just reading my blog to see what the eff you were on about buddy.
AS: 'Buddy!! Come on now... Lol look u know i was startn to like u an that was gna b my dwnfall, a gurl u are gf ur not haha '
Me: You fucked me off!
AS: 'Do u nt know why leah? U wer always gna play me'
Me: Not at all. I genuinely enjoyed your company. Anyway, what's done is done - have a good night! x
AS: 'U enjoyed my company? Lol thats wot id say to my granny! Neway dead on, enjoy your day of sex'
AS: 'Hes to nice for u haha'
Me: 'Up your dick!'
AS: 'Haha u know im never wrong j! Come visit b4 u go! K! aparently misses u! x'
..
AS: 'Mayb dnt.'
Me: What was that message for? I was just driving.
AS: 'Cs u dnt reply to my msg b4.'
Me: Because I was driving!
AS: 'Aftr al that drivin u never replyd 2 my msg.'
(This was all drafted as it happened - I just unfortunately forgot to post it/complete the rest of the conversation)
Anyway - transpired he wanted me to go round.
He called me at three-something a.m - and messaged me to go pick him up and stay over.
I didn't. Then silly me, after calling him drunkenly last night, and an apparent conversation, once again he's gone back to silence.
Eff him!
I did nothing wrong, for once!
Perhaps girls are from Venus, and boys really are from Mars?
Well, all I know is that we're definately not from the same kettle of fish!
MFEO.
So, readers - a final blog from my home bedroom before it's back to uni, and back to playing hard(er)!
The last couple of days have been a little hazy..
Following on from a sleazy Thursday night - Friday saw JT host a Bbq, which I found myself unwanting to attend (especially after her diva tantrum in Ikea the night before with AJ). Instead, a rendevous with my G-dad for Birthday money and polite conversation was in order - with the anniversary of my nan's death once again fast approaching, i thought it better to spend some time with him, over socialising with that dull crowd - which would enevitably have been awkward anyway - what with the couples and the tame behaviour etc.
So, making up an excuse I missed out - and opted for Derren Brown on the sofa with AJ. A much better choice.
On another note - SMJ was spotted in Spoons sporting an A&F hoodie. Where is his JW loyalty!?
Also - rumour has it there was a Transvestite there too! What's this small town coming to!?
Anyway - shower and fake tan over Beverly Hills Cop 3, and it was off to bed for me. Race day Saturday meant beauty sleep essential!
Saturd-izzle!
Races! Fantastic, fantastic!
It's always more stressful to get ready in a warmer room - and with the sun shining perfectly - getting glamourous-ed up was ridiculously flustering! Running late, sweat on - it was taxi duty before I'd even chance to fix my hair, and BH, naturally was not waiting at the door for me to speed up the process. After driving at 27 mph (stuck behind an old woman driver) all the way from BH's to pick up EJ (which did nothing to help my already over-heated body) on arriving home, it was quick final touches before it was off out again into town for the pre-race rendevous at one.
Having to get money out of the bank on market day is an effort in itself where I live - and yesterday - the nearest cash point to the meeting place was out of order. Even more stress as we marched up town to the next hole in the wall - then queing - it was a race against time to get to the bar to meet the other girls.
On arrival I got a text from JT - 'I'll be ready around one thirty-ish' (with the plans set at a one o'clock.) It's ALWAYS the same with those girls! I mean - how long can you honestly spend getting ready when you already have poker straight hair and a natural tan!?
Apparently the answer is about a gazillion hours..
Anyway - into the city we went, arriving at the races with ample time to drink and bet and have a fantastic day. The petite SW/ JT duo arrived fourty-five minutes later - practically clones of each other. Obviously what virtual marriage to a HF-boy does to you..! (Kits you out in Topshop's finest - matching hair - not an ounce of fat on your body!)
To be contined indefinately.
(Sorry - that's a proimse- it's definately bed time now!)
The last couple of days have been a little hazy..
Following on from a sleazy Thursday night - Friday saw JT host a Bbq, which I found myself unwanting to attend (especially after her diva tantrum in Ikea the night before with AJ). Instead, a rendevous with my G-dad for Birthday money and polite conversation was in order - with the anniversary of my nan's death once again fast approaching, i thought it better to spend some time with him, over socialising with that dull crowd - which would enevitably have been awkward anyway - what with the couples and the tame behaviour etc.
So, making up an excuse I missed out - and opted for Derren Brown on the sofa with AJ. A much better choice.
On another note - SMJ was spotted in Spoons sporting an A&F hoodie. Where is his JW loyalty!?
Also - rumour has it there was a Transvestite there too! What's this small town coming to!?
Anyway - shower and fake tan over Beverly Hills Cop 3, and it was off to bed for me. Race day Saturday meant beauty sleep essential!
Saturd-izzle!
Races! Fantastic, fantastic!
It's always more stressful to get ready in a warmer room - and with the sun shining perfectly - getting glamourous-ed up was ridiculously flustering! Running late, sweat on - it was taxi duty before I'd even chance to fix my hair, and BH, naturally was not waiting at the door for me to speed up the process. After driving at 27 mph (stuck behind an old woman driver) all the way from BH's to pick up EJ (which did nothing to help my already over-heated body) on arriving home, it was quick final touches before it was off out again into town for the pre-race rendevous at one.
Having to get money out of the bank on market day is an effort in itself where I live - and yesterday - the nearest cash point to the meeting place was out of order. Even more stress as we marched up town to the next hole in the wall - then queing - it was a race against time to get to the bar to meet the other girls.
On arrival I got a text from JT - 'I'll be ready around one thirty-ish' (with the plans set at a one o'clock.) It's ALWAYS the same with those girls! I mean - how long can you honestly spend getting ready when you already have poker straight hair and a natural tan!?
Apparently the answer is about a gazillion hours..
Anyway - into the city we went, arriving at the races with ample time to drink and bet and have a fantastic day. The petite SW/ JT duo arrived fourty-five minutes later - practically clones of each other. Obviously what virtual marriage to a HF-boy does to you..! (Kits you out in Topshop's finest - matching hair - not an ounce of fat on your body!)
To be contined indefinately.
(Sorry - that's a proimse- it's definately bed time now!)
Friday, 11 September 2009
Monday, 7 September 2009
Holiday From Real.
Back from an eventful mini-vacation to London, and it seems the J's are more disfunctional than ever. My mother has a voice that quite literally goes 'wahh, wahh, wahh'. All the effing time!
Oh, how I have missed blogging, and the peace and quiet of home.
However, I really have realised my love for city life this weekend.
Thursday. Day 1.
Naturally, stressed and running late, we got to the station with literally minutes to spare. After several rants from my mother in my direction, it was laughable that the train was cancelled and we would have to hang around for an hour for the next. Well, she saw her arse then! A coffee, a calm down, and several Revels later, we were bound for destination LDN.
On arrival, AJ led the way for the hotel. An experienced city-goer, and the head of the family, no-one dared doubt his leadership.. until about four miles, two hours and about ten arguments later.
Turns out the hotel was literally around the corner from the station. After AJ had left on a solo mission, with the aim of retrieving us when he was definate - I took it upon myself to 'Google Maps' the way. On arrival at the hotel, I was so sick of the bickering, I felt indifferent to the abandonment of the family dinner plans in preference to a catch up. On the bright side (for my parents) turns out that the incompetant receptionist couldn't add up how much our rooms were to cost - so AJ only paid for two of the three rooms we were given. Silly woman! Saved my parents seven-hundered and something pound though! Literally checking in, a quick spray of deoderant, and I was off back to the station for a lovely rendevous.
Post-dinner, we said our goodbyes and I was off to meet my family for dessert, wine, and polite conversation.
Day 2. Friday.
The sun was shining, and we arrived at the palace just in time for the parade and changing of the guard ceremony. It was like a meeting of the United Nations in the foreground - with the tourists out in fine force. AJ (Female) still harbouring PMS/Menopausal remarks - after an uncomfortable breakfast, it culmulated into a huge row and me walking off to do my own thing.
Sticking around to listen to the band, she eventually apologised, and it was tea at Harrods and off to lunch in
Kensington before we hit the museums.
V&A, Natural History, and the Science Museum - all in one hit.
Hard going to say the least.
EJ and I leaving before the end to go to Oxford Street for a bit of City-esque retail therapy - the knowledge intake all got a little much for her little blonde head i think! A new pair of Topshop Jeans, an Urban Outfitters bag, a lust for everything Selfridges and a fleeting browse of Primark - it was hot, hot, hot in London town!
Back for drinks in the hotel bar, and it was J family dinner time again.
Hurting feet, an invitation to a Jack Wills Party, and a catch up with an old city friend - I chose an early night with Bombay Sapphire - my nouveau love.
Day 3. Saturday.
Madame Tussauds - fantastic, fantastic! At £25 a pop - not the cheapest of LDN attractions - but definately worth it. AJ & EJ choosing the shops again over the tourist hotspot. A quick sing with Miley Cyrus, a kiss with Zac Efron and it was again to lunch to rendevous the J's - Tiger Tiger style. AJ had a suprise for the rest of the family she presented us over lunch - tickets to see 'Grease' the musical - with Ray Quinn from X Factor playing Danny. Show down, it was back to the hotel, come dine with me whilst we changed, and drinks before dinner, again. One too many G&T's later it was off to bed.
Day 4. Sunday.
The best day. The final full day in the big smoke.
After breakfast and shower, it was off to meet the Uni boys in the West End for some not-so-tourist LDN times. After a coffee and a wander down Oxford Street, it was a dip into Soho, and a catch up before hitting the shops. Chatting and walking - MA & I got stopped by scouts - yes, 'model scouts' for a polaroid and a 'chance to win a blackberry as the true style of London's highstreets'. (It being highstreet fashion week.) Hmmm...
Anyway - then it was a late lunch, and more tales of the summer. One glass of wine soon became one bottle, and the Villa Maria made me incredibly late for the Albert Hall concert (the sole reason for our trip to la capital.) Disappointed looks from AJ - after several missed calls and a sobering run around the station, it was curtains up for Handel's Messiah at the Proms. Dull, dull, dull! Super warm, pretty drunk, and sat high in the rafters - it was definately not my cup of tea, and soon I found myself drifting off to sleep, much to the AJ's disgust.
Oh well!
Following the concert - a street Chinese, and the last tube home before bed, again, for the final time.
Day 5. Today.
Home time! A final walk down to the West End whilst AJ, Grandad and WJ hit the British Museum.
Then it was back to the station for the train home.
Turns out the playlist I had made for LB & the trip to MCR is the best thing for journeys.
Phenominal.
Oh, how I have missed blogging, and the peace and quiet of home.
However, I really have realised my love for city life this weekend.
Thursday. Day 1.
Naturally, stressed and running late, we got to the station with literally minutes to spare. After several rants from my mother in my direction, it was laughable that the train was cancelled and we would have to hang around for an hour for the next. Well, she saw her arse then! A coffee, a calm down, and several Revels later, we were bound for destination LDN.
On arrival, AJ led the way for the hotel. An experienced city-goer, and the head of the family, no-one dared doubt his leadership.. until about four miles, two hours and about ten arguments later.
Turns out the hotel was literally around the corner from the station. After AJ had left on a solo mission, with the aim of retrieving us when he was definate - I took it upon myself to 'Google Maps' the way. On arrival at the hotel, I was so sick of the bickering, I felt indifferent to the abandonment of the family dinner plans in preference to a catch up. On the bright side (for my parents) turns out that the incompetant receptionist couldn't add up how much our rooms were to cost - so AJ only paid for two of the three rooms we were given. Silly woman! Saved my parents seven-hundered and something pound though! Literally checking in, a quick spray of deoderant, and I was off back to the station for a lovely rendevous.
Post-dinner, we said our goodbyes and I was off to meet my family for dessert, wine, and polite conversation.
Day 2. Friday.
The sun was shining, and we arrived at the palace just in time for the parade and changing of the guard ceremony. It was like a meeting of the United Nations in the foreground - with the tourists out in fine force. AJ (Female) still harbouring PMS/Menopausal remarks - after an uncomfortable breakfast, it culmulated into a huge row and me walking off to do my own thing.
Sticking around to listen to the band, she eventually apologised, and it was tea at Harrods and off to lunch in
Kensington before we hit the museums.
V&A, Natural History, and the Science Museum - all in one hit.
Hard going to say the least.
EJ and I leaving before the end to go to Oxford Street for a bit of City-esque retail therapy - the knowledge intake all got a little much for her little blonde head i think! A new pair of Topshop Jeans, an Urban Outfitters bag, a lust for everything Selfridges and a fleeting browse of Primark - it was hot, hot, hot in London town!
Back for drinks in the hotel bar, and it was J family dinner time again.
Hurting feet, an invitation to a Jack Wills Party, and a catch up with an old city friend - I chose an early night with Bombay Sapphire - my nouveau love.
Day 3. Saturday.
Madame Tussauds - fantastic, fantastic! At £25 a pop - not the cheapest of LDN attractions - but definately worth it. AJ & EJ choosing the shops again over the tourist hotspot. A quick sing with Miley Cyrus, a kiss with Zac Efron and it was again to lunch to rendevous the J's - Tiger Tiger style. AJ had a suprise for the rest of the family she presented us over lunch - tickets to see 'Grease' the musical - with Ray Quinn from X Factor playing Danny. Show down, it was back to the hotel, come dine with me whilst we changed, and drinks before dinner, again. One too many G&T's later it was off to bed.
Day 4. Sunday.
The best day. The final full day in the big smoke.
After breakfast and shower, it was off to meet the Uni boys in the West End for some not-so-tourist LDN times. After a coffee and a wander down Oxford Street, it was a dip into Soho, and a catch up before hitting the shops. Chatting and walking - MA & I got stopped by scouts - yes, 'model scouts' for a polaroid and a 'chance to win a blackberry as the true style of London's highstreets'. (It being highstreet fashion week.) Hmmm...
Anyway - then it was a late lunch, and more tales of the summer. One glass of wine soon became one bottle, and the Villa Maria made me incredibly late for the Albert Hall concert (the sole reason for our trip to la capital.) Disappointed looks from AJ - after several missed calls and a sobering run around the station, it was curtains up for Handel's Messiah at the Proms. Dull, dull, dull! Super warm, pretty drunk, and sat high in the rafters - it was definately not my cup of tea, and soon I found myself drifting off to sleep, much to the AJ's disgust.
Oh well!
Following the concert - a street Chinese, and the last tube home before bed, again, for the final time.
Day 5. Today.
Home time! A final walk down to the West End whilst AJ, Grandad and WJ hit the British Museum.
Then it was back to the station for the train home.
Turns out the playlist I had made for LB & the trip to MCR is the best thing for journeys.
Phenominal.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Resolution.
I've just gone through my inbox - and done something I never do.
Deleted all the messages that I've never had the heart to - you know the ones that read 'i miss you' or 'can't wait to see you' - things along those lines.
Goodbye Mormon - well and truely deleted from my life!
Feels like I should have done it a long time ago. Oh well, better late than never!
On another note - Orange Wednesday, again!
Feels like it was only yesterday it was this time last week. Normally I would say it my favourite day of the week - but this week, Tuesday was exceptional! Today had best up it's miserable-weather game if it wants to regain its title!
Deleted all the messages that I've never had the heart to - you know the ones that read 'i miss you' or 'can't wait to see you' - things along those lines.
Goodbye Mormon - well and truely deleted from my life!
Feels like I should have done it a long time ago. Oh well, better late than never!
On another note - Orange Wednesday, again!
Feels like it was only yesterday it was this time last week. Normally I would say it my favourite day of the week - but this week, Tuesday was exceptional! Today had best up it's miserable-weather game if it wants to regain its title!
Dark Blue.
This summer spent blogging has just made me realise that doing a politics degree is not where I want to be in life.
Journalism, creative writing, or something with a little more 'flair' is definately calling me this September.
Unfortunately, I love C-Town. And after much consideration, I don't think I could re-start, and find somewhere so far away from home and homelife quite like it. Also - I think my parents would shoot me if I basically pissed away the eight (?) grand I spent last year, again.
So it's back to the South, back to politics, and back to boredom!
Yesterday was the first day of September.And official start to the Autumn season. My favourite. More cups of tea, warmer clothes, and cosy nights in. Yes, yes, yes!
With a twentieth Birthday fast approaching, a second year of University life, and a new month of blogging - i thought it perfect to leave August reminiscant of the not-so-sunny-summer I spent nineteen and single..
The three months of summer off University have literally flown by. A weekend 'mini-break' with the J's in on the cards for tomorrow. I cannot remember when our disfunctional family spent more than a meal time together - let alone a whole five days! Thank God for Ipods, mobile phones, and city friends! It should be fun though I guess. I'll take lots of pictures, (hopefully) meet the Queen, and do lots of tourist-y things a la capital. Sharing a room with EJ however - not going to be so joyous.
She really needs to get over herself sometimes. I'll blog about my adventures when I'm back no doubt readers - fingers crossed we all come back in one piece..!
So, back to the blog.
Sunday - funday!
After the most unproductive shopping trip ever - the weather reflecting our spirits - it was time to stop at the Cadbury factory outlet. Purchasing, and then consuming our weight in mis-shaped caramels, it was back home for dinner with AJ then HSM3 in bed at LB's. It's the worst thing when you've got an outfit idea in mind, and when it comes to shopping for it - you cannot find anything close. Bright side, both LB and I have sorted out ideas for our Parisienne ensembles- Inglorious Basterd - extra-esque in theme. Fantastic.
Sunday night was films and tea in our pj's, with a period drama in between for good measure. A very chilled out day.
Monday. RM's Birthday. And another unproductive shopping trip (for me - LB on the other hand kitted herself out successfully.) Two bottles of Black Tower later - and it was mysterious BK that drove us out - via DK's house - a most bizarre five-some for a night in the city. (The fifth member being BH - obviously only out because of mysterious BK, but in blatant denial.)
Flakey B leaving Cinderella style with boyf. Too many shots (of cheap vodka) and a messy, rainy night.
On the bright side, after my stresses over what to wear - a dress courtesy of MJ nonetheless saved the day!
New Carvella shoes on - with the night culmulating in a bare-foot walk to the kebab house.
Oh - i'm as classy as ever!
Journalism, creative writing, or something with a little more 'flair' is definately calling me this September.
Unfortunately, I love C-Town. And after much consideration, I don't think I could re-start, and find somewhere so far away from home and homelife quite like it. Also - I think my parents would shoot me if I basically pissed away the eight (?) grand I spent last year, again.
So it's back to the South, back to politics, and back to boredom!
Yesterday was the first day of September.And official start to the Autumn season. My favourite. More cups of tea, warmer clothes, and cosy nights in. Yes, yes, yes!
With a twentieth Birthday fast approaching, a second year of University life, and a new month of blogging - i thought it perfect to leave August reminiscant of the not-so-sunny-summer I spent nineteen and single..
The three months of summer off University have literally flown by. A weekend 'mini-break' with the J's in on the cards for tomorrow. I cannot remember when our disfunctional family spent more than a meal time together - let alone a whole five days! Thank God for Ipods, mobile phones, and city friends! It should be fun though I guess. I'll take lots of pictures, (hopefully) meet the Queen, and do lots of tourist-y things a la capital. Sharing a room with EJ however - not going to be so joyous.
She really needs to get over herself sometimes. I'll blog about my adventures when I'm back no doubt readers - fingers crossed we all come back in one piece..!
So, back to the blog.
Sunday - funday!
After the most unproductive shopping trip ever - the weather reflecting our spirits - it was time to stop at the Cadbury factory outlet. Purchasing, and then consuming our weight in mis-shaped caramels, it was back home for dinner with AJ then HSM3 in bed at LB's. It's the worst thing when you've got an outfit idea in mind, and when it comes to shopping for it - you cannot find anything close. Bright side, both LB and I have sorted out ideas for our Parisienne ensembles- Inglorious Basterd - extra-esque in theme. Fantastic.
Sunday night was films and tea in our pj's, with a period drama in between for good measure. A very chilled out day.
Monday. RM's Birthday. And another unproductive shopping trip (for me - LB on the other hand kitted herself out successfully.) Two bottles of Black Tower later - and it was mysterious BK that drove us out - via DK's house - a most bizarre five-some for a night in the city. (The fifth member being BH - obviously only out because of mysterious BK, but in blatant denial.)
Flakey B leaving Cinderella style with boyf. Too many shots (of cheap vodka) and a messy, rainy night.
On the bright side, after my stresses over what to wear - a dress courtesy of MJ nonetheless saved the day!
New Carvella shoes on - with the night culmulating in a bare-foot walk to the kebab house.
Oh - i'm as classy as ever!
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