I am spo drunk.
I love being drunki, it's the best feeling. I neer get sad like I usually do.
I just called my favouyrite Marcus Barnett and e had a little chat. Aparent;y he's taking me on an adeventiure around Salford, but not anymore. We'rew going to spend the afternoon in Temple Bar and get wasted. That's ,my plan anyway, even if he's not there ;) hahaha.
Ny Dad was at his best today. I hafd to go to the toiley 4 times in fear of wetting myself. He was SO funny. My dad is usually a fucking good comedian but he was in a ball today. I loved it.
update on 28th- I DELETED THIS PARAGRAPH BECAUSE I'M AN ABSOLUTE WANKER.
Tomorrow I am at worrk sdo I bettert stop on the Rum :) I love being accepted into a normal drinking situation. My brother said 'I like that everyone is in a drinking circumstance now, rather than it being taboo' :D:D:D HYE MEANSME!
Gotta love the brother and the dad
Dad: 'PECKHAM TORNADO!!!!!#'
fucking love.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Yuletide
I drew a picture of a swan and Mel Brooks smoking a cigar for Marcus Barnett. Anne Barnett asked him to stand it up next to the Christmas cards. This is the best thing you will ever find on this blog OR ANY.
Anne Barnett will be loved forever by me. True acceptance is the most heartwarming.
Up there on cloud nine, again!
Monday was my 18th birthday. I loved it. Mum woke me up in the morning by smushing my face and going 'birthday girl, birthday girl!' and pushing you shoulders so I bounced in my bed. It was the best.
I did various things that day that involved family and friends. It was a nice birthday. Went out for cider at noon in the 'local' which was fun. HellyP text me during the day with the word 'quids' indicating that it's quids night at Roper and I should be there.
So Nicola and I met her in Greyfriars, got one of those pitcher things, it was delicious but all I could think about whilst drinking it was 'cranberry juice is good for your wee'.
Steffyleffy didn't show. LET DOWN, so we headed to Revs because Clithy said he had vodka waiting for us :) It was just me he had the vodka waiting for, and it was a rack of shots I had to do by myself. That's 6 shots in the first 10 minutes. We then got champs and cosmos and some more shots. It was really fun. Some guy behind the bar told me I'm Revolution material and I should drop in my CV to get a job there. CASH BACK.
We went to Roper. It was packed and we got marked to get it. I made a big point about how I hated being stained on a night out :|
We had a boogie, some guy utterly bullshitted at me about working at a magazine in Manchester, because when he asked me what I wanted to be I said 'a photojournalist' he asked 'a what?!' and made me explain it. He also asked me if he needed ID to get into an over 21s bar and later said he could get me on the guest list. I was having none of it, so I got away.
We did too many apple sours to mention and cider and something and coke, it could have been rohypnol and coke for all I know!
I fell down the stairs twice and we went home. It was a very nice night, but all the places had closed- Monday.
Least favourite part- Portuguese man following us to a taxi rank and asking Nicola if she wanted the cheek kisses to be more on the lips :|.
Today is Christmas day, but this post is too long for that story.
My sister woke me up with 'i love you...PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!' (L)
Anne Barnett will be loved forever by me. True acceptance is the most heartwarming.
Up there on cloud nine, again!
Monday was my 18th birthday. I loved it. Mum woke me up in the morning by smushing my face and going 'birthday girl, birthday girl!' and pushing you shoulders so I bounced in my bed. It was the best.
I did various things that day that involved family and friends. It was a nice birthday. Went out for cider at noon in the 'local' which was fun. HellyP text me during the day with the word 'quids' indicating that it's quids night at Roper and I should be there.
So Nicola and I met her in Greyfriars, got one of those pitcher things, it was delicious but all I could think about whilst drinking it was 'cranberry juice is good for your wee'.
Steffyleffy didn't show. LET DOWN, so we headed to Revs because Clithy said he had vodka waiting for us :) It was just me he had the vodka waiting for, and it was a rack of shots I had to do by myself. That's 6 shots in the first 10 minutes. We then got champs and cosmos and some more shots. It was really fun. Some guy behind the bar told me I'm Revolution material and I should drop in my CV to get a job there. CASH BACK.
We went to Roper. It was packed and we got marked to get it. I made a big point about how I hated being stained on a night out :|
We had a boogie, some guy utterly bullshitted at me about working at a magazine in Manchester, because when he asked me what I wanted to be I said 'a photojournalist' he asked 'a what?!' and made me explain it. He also asked me if he needed ID to get into an over 21s bar and later said he could get me on the guest list. I was having none of it, so I got away.
We did too many apple sours to mention and cider and something and coke, it could have been rohypnol and coke for all I know!
I fell down the stairs twice and we went home. It was a very nice night, but all the places had closed- Monday.
Least favourite part- Portuguese man following us to a taxi rank and asking Nicola if she wanted the cheek kisses to be more on the lips :|.
Today is Christmas day, but this post is too long for that story.
My sister woke me up with 'i love you...PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!' (L)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Safety Button Pops Up When Original Seal is Broken
Hello,
It's my birthday right now.
I danced for a little bit, but now I'm going to go and sleep.
It's my birthday right now.
I danced for a little bit, but now I'm going to go and sleep.
Coming of Age.
'and once we were decking this lad at water fights so his mum went out and bought him a really ace super soaker from toys r us just so he could win and he got really cocky'
Gotta be Barnett.
Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. I think I am more excited about having a day for myself, rather than the celebration of life.
On Friday, I went to Manchester with Marcus Barnett and Samuel Nicholas. It was our last day of college and I spent approximately 15 minutes in the building. It was a very enjoyable day, despite the dreadful weather and consequently ridiculous appearance on my part.
ATTITUDE ANTLERS.
And our love, 52 loverboi on the terrible train packed full of horrendous women. I hated it, but loved it also. The woman next to us was wild for the jokes the boys were cracking. She probably loved them both.
You'd expect charity workers in shops to be kind and helpful wouldn't you? What do we get? 'IT'S NOT FANCY DRESS YOU KNOW'. Simply trying on the jumpers lady! We decided to all go back upstairs and each wear a jumper. It's the most incredibly comfortable thing imaginable. It's our uniform.
I also found the exact jumper Marcus was wearing on the day and bought it :) That's also very comfortable and I'm going to wear it on days out because it's one of my favourite colours.
It was a funny, funny day :)
Saturday night was my birthday party. It was a success. I was donning the killer heels and lbd. I'm angry that I couldn't find an alternative dress to the lbd, so I was in the same ol' dressypoopoo (but with £38 worth of bracelets).
I was rocking the hostess scene for a while at the beginning. The place started to fill up, which meant I didn't get any drinks for a long time. When I finally go to them a little later on, I realised I wasn't drunk at all and needed to catch up, so I hit the straight martini.
Kev: 'say when....'
*drink overspills*
Kathryn: 'when'.
I was made to make 2 speeches, so I bullet pointed it. No need to hang around.
1. thanks for coming
2. thanks for the kind gifts
3. have a nice night
4. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Bam, bam, bam, bam. They went wild for it. I was also 'set up' and ol uncle john said. Mum screamed at me 'KATHRYN, YOUR FRIENDS WANT YOU!' so I went to find them and I was fired at by about 25 part poppers :|. A few actually hit me they were at that close-range. It was terrifying, and not something I enjoy to happen to me. THANKS MUM AND 'LIFE LONG' FRIENDS. fuck you all.
The night got bigger and louder as it went on, red wine was spilt to the point that we actually have to redecorate the back room. People were throwing up in both toilets (stay strong boys), fellas were picking up the ladies and Andrew Mckinney and Paul Stobbs were playing guitars for us all. Considering some of these goings-on are not usually what I care to involve myself in, I think I enjoyed it quite alot.
The talking was fun and the drinking games were flowing.
I was sad I didn't get to spend more time with our Nicola Young and our Jessica Dally. I'm waiting for you and NEW YEARS EVE FELLERRRRS!
Tomorrow is my big birthday then and I don't know what I should legally do first. I will probably do something ridiculous like hit the casinos or get cocktails before noon. SUUUUURE. :|
I'm excited to pay tax and have to pay for my own dental care. I'm also excited for my dad to stop paying child benefits to my mum.
Just can't wait :|
Gotta be Barnett.
Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. I think I am more excited about having a day for myself, rather than the celebration of life.
On Friday, I went to Manchester with Marcus Barnett and Samuel Nicholas. It was our last day of college and I spent approximately 15 minutes in the building. It was a very enjoyable day, despite the dreadful weather and consequently ridiculous appearance on my part.
ATTITUDE ANTLERS.
And our love, 52 loverboi on the terrible train packed full of horrendous women. I hated it, but loved it also. The woman next to us was wild for the jokes the boys were cracking. She probably loved them both.
You'd expect charity workers in shops to be kind and helpful wouldn't you? What do we get? 'IT'S NOT FANCY DRESS YOU KNOW'. Simply trying on the jumpers lady! We decided to all go back upstairs and each wear a jumper. It's the most incredibly comfortable thing imaginable. It's our uniform.
I also found the exact jumper Marcus was wearing on the day and bought it :) That's also very comfortable and I'm going to wear it on days out because it's one of my favourite colours.
It was a funny, funny day :)
Saturday night was my birthday party. It was a success. I was donning the killer heels and lbd. I'm angry that I couldn't find an alternative dress to the lbd, so I was in the same ol' dressypoopoo (but with £38 worth of bracelets).
I was rocking the hostess scene for a while at the beginning. The place started to fill up, which meant I didn't get any drinks for a long time. When I finally go to them a little later on, I realised I wasn't drunk at all and needed to catch up, so I hit the straight martini.
Kev: 'say when....'
*drink overspills*
Kathryn: 'when'.
I was made to make 2 speeches, so I bullet pointed it. No need to hang around.
1. thanks for coming
2. thanks for the kind gifts
3. have a nice night
4. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Bam, bam, bam, bam. They went wild for it. I was also 'set up' and ol uncle john said. Mum screamed at me 'KATHRYN, YOUR FRIENDS WANT YOU!' so I went to find them and I was fired at by about 25 part poppers :|. A few actually hit me they were at that close-range. It was terrifying, and not something I enjoy to happen to me. THANKS MUM AND 'LIFE LONG' FRIENDS. fuck you all.
The night got bigger and louder as it went on, red wine was spilt to the point that we actually have to redecorate the back room. People were throwing up in both toilets (stay strong boys), fellas were picking up the ladies and Andrew Mckinney and Paul Stobbs were playing guitars for us all. Considering some of these goings-on are not usually what I care to involve myself in, I think I enjoyed it quite alot.
The talking was fun and the drinking games were flowing.
I was sad I didn't get to spend more time with our Nicola Young and our Jessica Dally. I'm waiting for you and NEW YEARS EVE FELLERRRRS!
Tomorrow is my big birthday then and I don't know what I should legally do first. I will probably do something ridiculous like hit the casinos or get cocktails before noon. SUUUUURE. :|
I'm excited to pay tax and have to pay for my own dental care. I'm also excited for my dad to stop paying child benefits to my mum.
Just can't wait :|
Monday, December 15, 2008
Paul is my step dad and Hilary is his sister.
She has been dead for six months and we had no idea. I have never felt more of a horrible person.
She has two children, one is two years old and one is five.
Before she died, she had written christmas cards and birthday cards ready to be sent out when she wasn't around. She has been dead since March and we couldn't even go down to see her.
I don't know how to feel.
This is my life now.
I hate my face, I hate photobooth and I hate wasting my time when I could be working :(
By the way, in my one-to-one with michelle, I found out I got a merit and a distinction.
Here is an extract from my evaluation which she described as 'fluent and in-depth'...
He seems to look fluffy and nicely lines, like he's in a soft focus 80's Moggy Chic magazine where all the cats are nicely back combed and doe-eyed. These prints must have been done on a day where I wanted to absolutely fail because they're all horrific! They're so messy and gross, I'm quite ashamed.
What was I/she thinking?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
10.00% Discount - 24
This is going to be terrible.
In other news, Christmas tree ball. Which was a funny/horrible time. I enjoyed the company alot, except when I was outside with Marcus, just hangin' around really because the people out there were shocking, and I think we were sat in the rain :|
Overall, weird night. And that's the second ever time I have cried whilst drunk.
I have a list of embarrassing events from just that one night.
I wish I hated tequila. It makes me forget EVERYTHING important and then remember at the most inopportune of times. No other beverage does that to me.
I have added more because I am in a less-bad mood. Although I am very cold and this silly tshirt I am wearing does not help. I wish I didn't wear inappropriate clothes in such climates.
Yesterday I went to Leeds with Babs, Sue and Ma. I love our annual trips to the big cities, we always have nice fun and lots of laughs. This year was a little less enjoyable that usual because I had a problem looming over me all day. Some terrible looking kids-who-wear-glasses-with-no-lenses said 'she's the saddest looking girl I have ever seen' whilst I was in Urban Outfitters. My eyes watered.
It made me not buy anything there when i could have got some pretty fucking good deals. (A bunch of clothes had been reduced to £4.99). I fully missed out, and skulked back to find mum in a different shop.
In the street there was an escapologist and two music men. One was lovely, but he was white and singing bob Marley songs. It didn't sit well with me. The other was singing terrible power ballads outside B Never Too Busy To Be Beautiful. I love music men in the street, but I was disappointed with Leeds. It's an amazing city.
We went to Bibi's at night. I was JUST about to order a cocktail and I remembered my behaviour of Friday night and just ordered water instead. I keep remembering certain events of that night and my heart breaks every time.
At the table, they all embarrassed me because the waiter specifically told me to enjoy my meal like this, 'okay then Miss...enjoy your meal now wont you?' But in an italian accent. He also made me squeese past him to go to the toilet and apparently watched me walk away. I wish Italian men were less pervy, everytime I have been there it has been awkward and I haven't been able to make eye contact.
I have to have a one-to-one with Michelle in a minute and I know my first second year brief was total shit and she's just going to tell me how wank I did and I'm undoubtedly going to cry in the toilets later. Probably Worden Park Coffee Shop actually, that's my hang out these days.
I have also JUST remembered, when I was going into the christmas ball, the bouncers wanted to see my ticket, which I had stored in my rail card but as I was fumbling to get it out he just said 'don't worry I believe you...' and so I showed my ticket to no one. Where is it now though? I really love/hate tequila.
In other news, Christmas tree ball. Which was a funny/horrible time. I enjoyed the company alot, except when I was outside with Marcus, just hangin' around really because the people out there were shocking, and I think we were sat in the rain :|
Overall, weird night. And that's the second ever time I have cried whilst drunk.
I have a list of embarrassing events from just that one night.
I wish I hated tequila. It makes me forget EVERYTHING important and then remember at the most inopportune of times. No other beverage does that to me.
I have added more because I am in a less-bad mood. Although I am very cold and this silly tshirt I am wearing does not help. I wish I didn't wear inappropriate clothes in such climates.
Yesterday I went to Leeds with Babs, Sue and Ma. I love our annual trips to the big cities, we always have nice fun and lots of laughs. This year was a little less enjoyable that usual because I had a problem looming over me all day. Some terrible looking kids-who-wear-glasses-with-no-lenses said 'she's the saddest looking girl I have ever seen' whilst I was in Urban Outfitters. My eyes watered.
It made me not buy anything there when i could have got some pretty fucking good deals. (A bunch of clothes had been reduced to £4.99). I fully missed out, and skulked back to find mum in a different shop.
In the street there was an escapologist and two music men. One was lovely, but he was white and singing bob Marley songs. It didn't sit well with me. The other was singing terrible power ballads outside B Never Too Busy To Be Beautiful. I love music men in the street, but I was disappointed with Leeds. It's an amazing city.
We went to Bibi's at night. I was JUST about to order a cocktail and I remembered my behaviour of Friday night and just ordered water instead. I keep remembering certain events of that night and my heart breaks every time.
At the table, they all embarrassed me because the waiter specifically told me to enjoy my meal like this, 'okay then Miss...enjoy your meal now wont you?' But in an italian accent. He also made me squeese past him to go to the toilet and apparently watched me walk away. I wish Italian men were less pervy, everytime I have been there it has been awkward and I haven't been able to make eye contact.
I have to have a one-to-one with Michelle in a minute and I know my first second year brief was total shit and she's just going to tell me how wank I did and I'm undoubtedly going to cry in the toilets later. Probably Worden Park Coffee Shop actually, that's my hang out these days.
I have also JUST remembered, when I was going into the christmas ball, the bouncers wanted to see my ticket, which I had stored in my rail card but as I was fumbling to get it out he just said 'don't worry I believe you...' and so I showed my ticket to no one. Where is it now though? I really love/hate tequila.
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