Absent For Two Weeks…

…but I can explain.

It starts last week, when I forced by my parents and the walk-in clinic doctor to go hospital due to seering chest pains. The Doctors couldn’t determine whether it was Gastroenteritis or Appendicitis and kept me in for over three days. What was worse was the fact that I was bored shitless as there was no one else in my room. I had a room to myself and I couldn’t even use my right arm because I had a drip attached to it (to eat, nothing else, especially not in a hospital). After the three days in hospital I was still quite ill and couldn’t attend school or even go on the computer.

After this boubt of illness, more unfortunate news was to come my way. My nan passed away. In Ireland, funerals take place within two of the person dying. So, I was off on my way very quickly to Ireland. It was all new to me, being at an Irish funeral. There is a removal, which takes place in the funeral home. People come and pay their last respects with the coffin open and then offer their condolescenes to the family which sit at the side. From there, the coffin is carried to the hearse (Yes, I was a carrier). The hearse drives to the church past the dead persons house with all the men walking behind and the women in the cars. At the church a small prayer is said and everyone goes to pub to completely shitfaced. The next is the actual ceremony and a full mass is said. Then everyone arrives at the cemetory where a small prayer is said and the coffin is buried. Then we retired to my nan’s favourite pub. It was an awful pub, it was so dated and stuck of stale beer, but my nan loved it. We had got back there at 3.00 in the afternoon and left at 1.00 in the morning. I was soooo pissed.

When I finally got back from Ireland I found my rooter had died and I missed the guy that was coming to fix it because I was asleep.

There that’s why I haven’t been blogging or commenting.

P.S. I wrote this on the school computers.

The Peoples Lab Open

I think it was launched yesterday sometime, I can’t really remember.

Check it out.

If I were you, I would skip the Julian bits.

Oh yeah, Check out this band HANDSHAKE. I haven’t myself as I am an extremely lazy busy. (That cool Sophie )

A Secret Admirer Or Two?

Firstly, sorry. Been abit ill. Better now thanks.

Secondly, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY. Why am I so happy? Okay, I am without a partner and should curse Valentine’s Day like Shiobhan or Julie. But I’m not as bitter as them as I recieved not just one Valentine Card, but TWO! That’s a record not including the joke ones you recieve from friends trying to mess you about. I was so impressed.

The first one I found in my letterbox without a stamp. So, it must have been someone local.

The second my mum claimed was in the letterbox, but I have a feeling that she wrote it.

So, okay, one might be from my mum, but the other wasn’t. If you are the owner of the card and realise you put it in the wrong letterbox, please tell me and I will return it to you.

Random Find

Looking through some old pieces of paper in my room I stumbled across some scribblings and realised how soppy I was when I was “in love”.

Love is just a word until you find someone to give it a meaing.

To fall in love is easy, to stay in love is a special thing.

I fear I didn’t make them up and am taking credit for something that someone else said. If anyone realises that these are words from a greater being then please tell me.

I ran through this urban street,
I ran and fell down at your feet
and you took me to the golden stream
and layed me down and made me dream.

Lady Luck where have you gone?
If you feel the same then eat these words

“We’re Stranded In A Phone Booth!”

Last night, I went out clubbing. Firstly my paranoia was heighten while waiting in the cloak room queue and some guy looked at asked if he knew me from somewhere. I didn’t and he asked what college I went to. I told him St.Marks and he said he’d never heard of it but was sure he recognised me. Then two random girls started talking to me. Half way through the conversation one of them said, “You don’t recognise me, do you?”. She was right and I later found that she goes to Gumley and apparently I met her once. So, it might just be I do know all these people but I just don’t recognise them.

A load of drinks and a lot of drunken dancing later Laura and I decided to leave. The time was 3:30 but luckily the 235 is a 24 hour bus. As we waited I nearly gave someone my jacket cause they were cold (I only had a t-shirt on) but took it back as the cold hit. Then it started to snowing. The bus arrived we got on. I got speaking to some random drunk people and then Laura and I got off at the CinemaWorld stop as there is a cab rank there. We got to the cab rank (it was heavily snowing now) and it was closed. I firstly proposed that we just walk. I’ll walk her to her house and then walk back to mine. Laura dimissed the idea as I’d probably die. The only other solution I could think of was to wake up my parents and ask them to pick me up. Laura suggested it may be warmer in a phone booth. So, in we went and the conversation with my parents went a bit like this:

Me: Hey,

Mum: Where are you?

Me: We’re stranded in a phone booth

Mum: What?

Me: It’s snowing and we’re stranded in a phone booth near CineWorld

Mum: Who’s we’re?

Me: Just me and Laura

Mum: It’s 4 in the morning

Me: I know, but could you pick us up

Mum: What are you doing in CineWorld

Me: There’s a cab office there and we thought it’d be open, but it wasn’t

Mum: (to my dad) They are in Phone Booth near CineWorld and they want us to pick them up

Dad: (in background) Who’s they?

Mum: (to my dad) Him and Laura

Dad: (in background) Okay, I’ll go

Mum: (to me) Dad’s on his way

Me: Thanks

We waited in the phone booth. No one was a round and the snow was blanketing the ground. We were freezing to death and all I was wearing was a t-shirt, thin jacket thing, jeans and my green converse. Thank fuck I didn’t give away my jacket or I would have died.

TPL?

I thought I’d put this up as it made me laugh for awhile.

Me: What u up 2?

Julie: tpl

Julie: u?

Me: tpl?

Me: What’s that mean?

Me: Taking Paranoid Limes?

Me: Timeless Piss Lick?

Julie: The People’s Lab

So, there you have it. If anyone says tpl to you be warned they mean The People’s Lab

Imp Dream

I dreamt I woke up and an Imp was sitting on my chest. He was brown and had a pickaxe and bag (I fear I played Dungeon Keeper too much as a child). He was heavy and as he sat there staring at me, my chest became tight and I found it hard to breathe. Suddenly the Imp sprung from my chest into a lake. I chased him. He tunnelled underground and I lost him. I grabbed a flame torch and entered the tunnel alone. As I was walking I could hear like creepy laughing, etc. Then Brand New started playing and I woke up.

Brand New was infact playing on my stereo. I get quite animated in my sleep and probably turned it on by mistake.

Delayed To Confessions

The Peoples Lab launch has been delayed, blah, blah, etc. There are bets to when it will launch. I have Wednesday and I believe Harry has Saturday, but it’s looking unlikely as Julie isn’t around.

Julian confessed to me earlier this week. The conversation follows as:

Me: Everyone thinks your gay

Julie: And if I am, how do I stop?

Proof! He has since been denying it.