Sk3mo.

I am having troubles.

Party invitations are the silliest things ever, and when you lose the list...GOH.
I feel like if this were a bigger thing, I'd be wondering round with empty bags and my laces untied.

I wish I could say they were recycled paper too, but they aren't :(.

Hallowe'en, I love and hate equally. I don't like the dressing up and people scaring me, but I love the way we get about 3 under 4's coming to our house, but mum insists we have a bigger bowl of sweets than anyone on the street. MORE FOOL HER! Sarah and Kathryn steal all night long babyyy.
I don't even think we're getting a pumpkin :( What a let down of a festive time.


'm@rth@ bviier3vp'

POST-MODERN FUCK.

Last night, Marcus Barnett and I went to a beer festival. It was a delight.

Aside from the ordeal of trying to get to Marcus so we could go to the event, where I ran up and down the same road a few times remembering the fire and dropping my purse on the wet grass. That was probably the low point of the evening.
In the wind and the road we walked through Avenam at NIGHT! Solid us. It wasn't the scene of terror people have made it out to be, it was quite nice really. Except for where half of my hair got soaked. NICE LOOK.
The room was all big and full of burly men. Many of whom were 7foot tall, with long blonde locks, and some of whom hovered around for a conversation. 'We would be talking to him right now...'
Throughout the night we saw many men fall unconscious, walk into walls, hit their heads on door frames AND SMOKE INDOORS. It was nice. Everytime I walked into the ladies, a woman engaged in conversation with me. Friendly people all around in the continental.
So when we were all sat together in a conversation that I can only recall, was based around Marxism and hair dye, Marcus and I decided to call it a day. We decided to run through most if avenam to get home, walked the length of Preston looking for a taxi, got home and 'just hung around really' :). I enjoyed our Beer Festival evening.
If anyone is interested, it's on until the beer runs out.



'what are you drinking there....yeah? That's my ALL TIME favourite drink, don't gulp it, sip it.'
Trust.

Strong Hands.

Another day, another embarrassing story.
Today's edition involves the post office and my American Apparel package.

Because nobody can do a job properly around here, I took it upon myself to go get the package that has been sitting all lonesome in the depot since forever.
I thought 'I was on Christian road, and there was even a post office there, so why wouldn't I be in the right place?!' So I enter the Post Office and ask where I can pick up my package all I got in reply was 'You want to be on Christian Road, love.' DO I?!
I was in totally the wrong place making a tit out of myself in front of about 15 people. Nice oooone.

I walk towards some kind of a warehouse and am ignored by everyone there until a very large, balding work man came, took my card and gave me the package that had caused so much turmoil in my recent days.
IT WAS THE SIZE OF A SCATTER CUSHION.


I like it, I like it alot.
Thanks to American Apparel, Man in Depot and Man in Post office.


STARBUCKS QUUUIIIZZZZZ!

Upgradings.

I have made a complete fool of myself.
This whole time I have been saying UCAS wont let me on, I have been trying to log in in the entirely wrong way. So when it came to sitting down with an adviser, which I was hesitant to do anyway due to my explicit password she might have seen, she told me to do a few things I would have done at home, except for one. So I got into my account without any issues. She looked at me like I was some kinda chump.
I really, really hate myself.



But at least I can do it now. Personal statement awaaaay!

Mr Providings.

It's just come to my attention that if UCAS doesn't stop fucking around by Friday, I'll have missed my deadline and be waiting a whole other year to get into university. Awesome.

I have my stone cold heart set on UCLAN now. I asked the lady how many people usually apply and she said over one hundred, and about 40 get onto the course. Pressure or what?
It would be nice.
It would be very nice indeed.

'Sorry about yesterday, were you expecting me?' Wow. Not so much. I'm just embarrassed. It would be easier and nicer to be just told 'no thank you'. It's a tad upsetting. I'm not one of those girls who stares at her phone waiting for a boy to text, I can get by just fine without the contact but when things are supposed to be arranged, it's annoying. I didn't know whether to make other arrangements with people, or leave it open. I chose to make arrangements, a bloody good job too! I'm not prepared to wait around for that kind of thing. No matter how gentlemanly and handsome he might be.
I might have old fashioned values, but I'm not waiting for the Royal Mail here!



Times have been terrible recently. Just terrible.



On the upside however, I enjoy the company of these particular people and we'll all be attending Starbucks quiz :) I realised I never go out with friends anymore, so you can imagine my delight. And to see my Hornby again after so long will be heart warming. I miss her. Supposedly these questions are impossible, but I'm sure we'll come up with some pleasing answers, gain a few points on comedy...maybe.

Bee Ee Ell Ell Ee Enn Dee

I am such an embarrassment to myself.

This weekend I am going to UCLAN to have a poke around and see how it compares to how amazing Derby University is. Apparently my building at UCLAN is bright green and orange....
UCLAN-1, DERBY-0.

I should also be going on my second date this weekend :). Yeah babyyy! I think this time I'm giggle less. Not that I was going crazy but he kept saying 'why are you laughing?'. He made me laugh when he didn't mean to, which means he was being natural and I found it HILARIOUS. I am so terrible. :(

Tuesday is Starbucks quiz. Nicola, Marcus, Fianna and I! I haven't been out with Fianna in so long, but we love it when Marcus invites us to parties we can't go to. It's a chuckle.
It should be a beautiful night.

It's quite annoying that this guy I ma talking to claims to be an English teacher but spells 'course' like this... 'cource'. And spells the word 'Photos' like this...'photoes' consistently. Not only do I hate spelling mistakes, I hate consistency.

These are new photographs I have developed this week. Darkroom (L).

Claire Danes.

RIGHT. The post that was here was a sham and I thought I had deleted it. If anyone is aware of Claire Danes, there was a picture of her that I morphed into a picture of me and it was actually like nothing had changed. Other pictures however prove she looks nothing like me at all. :|
Slight disappointment.