18.02.09

I have somehow stumbled upon discovery of the lonely, single adult life. Feel a bit like Bridget Jones. Since my mother inflicted the new rule 'no more going out until your art coursework is finished' I've been waking up every day to an empty and silent house. First of all it was brilliant, playing music excessively loud and dancing around the kitchen whilst I cook myself glorious meals. Now sadly I have come to realise that I must rely on myself, as to my furious anger this morning I discovered there was no milk left in the fridge to even make myself a bloody coffee. After scrounging around the house searching for money I discovered a crumpled fiver in my brother's bedroom and decided to cycle down to the shops in my pajamas. Then I remembered how embarrassed I was yesterday when someone said to me "saw you yesterday, walking your dog in your pajamas". OH GREAT, its like being bloody celebrity spotted wearing no makeup with messy undone hair. Whipped on some trackies, then said FUCK CYCLING when I couldnt find the key to the shed anywhere. During the walk down I was listening to a real good band called WHITE FLIGHT, check them out here. Bought a cheeky little Freddo whilst I was in Londis, why the hell have they increased in price by 5p? Everything is gonna get worse in England. Give it a year and I bet you Freddos will be 30p which is appalling. At the counter Mr Patel asks me 'are you getting bored of sitting at home all day?'. Woah woah woah, don't go throwing too many accusations around there sir. How does he know I currently don't have a life? Maybe its the dirty baggy jumper and no makeup look I've gone for. Or maybe he just mistook me for my little brother again. No I shan't be coming into your shop again. 

Get home and alas my cleaner Haitini is here, what a beautiful lovely little Thai lady. She laughs at me and says 'I see you walking back from shop, you look very miserable'. GOD BLESS. Am spending my days painting Georgia O-Keefe style flowers and getting really into VAMPIRE WARS on facebook. Yeah that's right, I'm kicking some vampire ass, level 9 already. This week will get better I'm sure.

16.02.09

Well, this week has been a lot. After breaking up from school on Friday I arrived home in a miserable and tired mood and decided to get into bed with a bottle of wine, no intentions of leaving the house. However, already tipsy, when I received a phone call informing me of a 'MENTAL' house party, thought perhaps it might be worth it. Yeah, it was not. Travel all the way to a dodgy kinda flat in Wallington, full of about a hundred angry looking, drunk, sweaty, screaming teenagers. It was definitely more than Skins series 3, to be fair. After examining the place I couldn't understand why the flat seemed strangely bare until I heard sirens and the sudden screaming of everybody "THE POLICE ARE HERE! RUN!"

Brilliant, truly brilliant. And yep, there are about five or so police cars gathered outside, policemen barking 'GET OUT!' to everyone. Turns out the flat was abandoned. I don't wanna break the law no more, how do I get myself into these situations? Went to a better party, after resorting to using St. Helier Hospital as a desperate means of a toilet. I was glad I left my house in the end.

Other highlights of that weekend include Benny excessively projectile vomiting down my road at 12 o clock on a Sunday night after a pretty bizarre night at some boy's house at the end of my road. Haven't laughed so hard for a while. Even better, when I wake up in the morning incredibly hungover, I find a nice pile of sick next to Benny's head on my sofa. THANKS BENNY. Had to clean up that myself and couldn't get the stench of sick out of the room for a while. Mum gave me a lecture about binge drinking that evening, and how she did not appreciate me coming home so late at night when everyone is asleep, tap dancing in the hallway and proclaiming "I'M SO BLOODY DRUNK" to her. I'll find someone who appreciates it one day I KNOW IT.