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what a random day pt 2. [May. 27th, 2006|10:23 pm]
moshing_piglet
[mood |confusedconfused]
[music |Fightstar - Build An Army]

As you can tell that revision attempt went well...

I forgot to mention I haven't seen Charley in live 6 months or something, so I had the pleasure of opening my christmas present in May. Love it. The blue beads went perfectly with my outfit, and I shall enjoy tucking into the vokda chocolates later on tonight no doubt. She also felt the need to say how she 'thought i'd be alright with vokda and not have another incedent seing as it was in chocolate' while Dougie was still listening to our conversation... thanks for that love.

Anyway I digress. after our mini-spaz we decided we'd better actually do some shopping. Pissed it down all day to say the least, was soaked up to my calves and still squelching as I walked in my front door. You give up avoiding puddles after a while when your feet are so wet you fear you may develop trenchfoot.

Ooh, on the subject of shoes, what a perfect excuse to show off these beauties...



£25.15 from Office in Carnaby St (meant to be £27.99, thank you very much student discount). Got a size 7 even though I'm an 8 usually, I'm assured by Sam the stretch and give a bit - I could have just picked a different pair they actually had in my size but I loved them too much. They're so me, and I've wanted some Babychams for yonks. And they feel ok actually, wearing them round the house. Also despite having my famous pink brolly and nearly taking several people's eyes out with it, the office bag I got with my shoes got soaked and split so had to bin it. Damnit.

Charley then got her mum's birthday present (bargain, althought I think she found it slightly disturbing buying a nightie for her mum). Obviously she'll ommit the 'bargain' part when giving it to her and change it for something about how it cost her a fortune so she better like it etc.

Then comes the next most random thing of the day. En route to pizza hut, some woman stops Charley. From a modelling agency! Not photo type modelling, extras for TV and film and that. Got her name and number, took her pic and gave her a card. Bless her I think she was and still is pretty dubious about the whole thing but it seems pretty genuine to me. Easy money for the summer, get in there girl. Then spent ages in the hut munching and chatting which was really nice.

Not much else, did a bit of bitching (wouldn't be a girly day out without it) then before I knew it was time to part. Thanks for an awesome day m'dear :)

Took the longest route home possible to stay out as long as I could. Came home to dad still the same but bro was here too. Still don't know how to feel about it all... got a text from mum though. How kind of her. It read 'hello honey, just want you to know i am ok and don't worry i will see you soon. love you. mum x' Well that clears things up then. My arse.
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What a random day. [May. 27th, 2006|09:30 pm]
moshing_piglet
[mood |indifferentindifferent]
[music |Feeder - The Singles]

In the words of that bird from The Sound Of Music (Shaz will know her name...) 'let's start from the very beginning, it's the very best place to start' and all that shite.

Didn't get to bed this morning till like 1am staying up waiting for mag-knee-toe at it's dirtiest to be played, was worth the wait - and then some. For those who missed it:

Made To Wreck: http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=ED1B36E21EF6C471

Null and Void: http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=B69BE54D54D138DC

Magneto: http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=AAEB72840DDB7047

Ok I know I said I was starting at the beginning but I need to back track slightly for this one. Basically yesterday mum didn't come home from work. 8pm comes and still no word, thought she'd gone out or something after work so thought nothing of it. Then sis rings up dad saying mum's 'gone away for a few days' and said little else. So at this point we have no idea where the fuck she is. For the record, my parents have always had an, erm, turbulent relationship? They can argue till the cows come home and have been for as long as I can remember, in fact I'd worry if they didn't argue. Anyway, then mum won't answer her phone to anyone, dad's leaving 55363748484 messages for her and she still won't talk to anyone. I was glad to get to bed last night to escape dad's emotional outbursts and generally stop worrying; I know that sounds really insensitive but I don't know how else to feel about it really. Hence the indifferent mood thingamibob. (just realised the brigade punnage before maria points it out...)

Anyway, father wakes me up about 8ish, still heard nothing from mum and he's still really upset. This is the last thing I want after only having had 7 hours sleep (very little for me) and I start to wish the minutes away before I'm due to go out. Eventually after several hours of not-knowing-what-to-say-ness, I leave the house eccstatic to get away from everything and go and meet the lovely Charley.

Usual falling asleep on the trainage, even more than usual from the lack of sleep, and I'm actually on time once. Walk from Kings Cross mainline station to St Pancras which is just round the corner. It's at this point I would like to point out this was about to become the first of many random events that took place today. Ok, so you know how many people there are who look like certain celebrities right? I'm forever seeing emo/punk/alternative wannabees who've clearly totally modelled theirselves on their favourite band member to wank over. Sorry I meant idol. Billy Joe, Charlie Simpson, Dougie Poynter... yes you can see where this is leading can't you. Obviously even I'm not lucky enough to have bumped into either of the former two. So I'm waiting outside WHSmiths when I realise Charley's not there. I call her, she's in the mainline station and I'm just about to leave when, would you believe it, for once it's not a lookalike but Dougie himself at the check-out. Queue frantic and attempted discreet phone calls to Charley telling her to 'hurry up because there's someone she might like to see here...' We then go upstairs to see him waiting on his own for a train, again chatting away in a pathetic attempt to not make it obvious we've spotted him. He looked straight at us several times, then came over and stood next to us?! Dunno if he recognised us bearing in mind how long it's been since we've seen them, who knows. Could have got my cam out and done the fan thing but I'd have felt bad. Didn't wanna draw attention to the dude.

Still as fit as ever though. And I'd forgotten how short he was.

Just realised this is already a collosal essay and I'm bored of typing already. Will do another entry later probably. Loads more to tell still but can't be arsed at the mo, I'm off to attempt a minimal amount of revision.
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So here goes. 1st entry and college ends. [May. 26th, 2006|10:15 pm]
moshing_piglet
[Current Location |The spare room]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Brigade XFM Live Session]

Oooh first entry, how exciting. Well prepare to get my daily musings; please note I cannot be held responsible for any acts commited as a result of reading my journal (especially not suicide from boredom - you choose to read it, cuh.)

So today was the long awaited 'last day of college', although that said it was a bit of an anti-climax to a certain extent being as yesterday was my last full day and I only had 1 lesson today. The actual lesson itself was quite funny, minimal amount of learning as you'd expect and quite a bit of munching cakes and taking random photos. To be honest, I was kind of expecting it to be like the last day of school - mass hysteria, delighted to get out of that hell hole etc. But it really wasn't - in face it was twinged with a slight hint of sadness; ok, I won't miss the lessons and stuff but I'll miss the social aspect of it. There are so many people who's paths I've crossed and barely scratched their surface, I would really like to get to know a lot of the people in my classes much more. Whether they think the same about me, or whether I'll get the opportunity is another matter. I think I'll do a bit of emailing on the college system asking for MSNs and that, worth a try I guess.

So the big question, of course is: what the fuck now? Ok, so obviously revision and shitty exams, that's a no brainer. Then an amazing summer (I don't think it can ever beat the one after leaving school, but I can fucking well try) but what really? In the long term? I have no idea what I wanna do with my life, the couple of things I enjoy doing are hopeless. I mean let's face it - journalism is far too competitive and I'm just not good enough. A jewellery accessory business is all well and good but I couldn't exactly live off it even if I had enough time to invest in it, my designs aren't good enough and again theres too much competition. I guess I'll just have to face up to a life of boring shit jobs I don't actually wanna be doing, sigh. Either that or being skint all the time. I've got some serious decisions to make. Growing up fucking sucks major donkey cock.

On a lighter note (excuse the album title punnage) I'm sitting here waiting for Ian Camfield to fucking hurry his DJ arse up and play a Brigade live session track. EDIT: MADE TO FUCKING WRECK!!!!! YES MATE!!!

Over and out xxx
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