Apparently our internet cost has gone down, so Paul has changed the package to something faster for the same as we paid before. Swish

Well, I went into town to meet my freind's and because they're all ''Hard'' they decided to get some alchohol from Icelands. But as this guy bought it the women came out and stole one of the bags containing the strongest stuff and so we had to do with 2 large bottles of Strongbow Cider, which I got like a sip out of. And then we spent the rest of the day burning holes in the Strongbow bottle's in an attempt to make a makeshift bong, only to find out that my mate had no weed on him, only fags. On so whilst he bonged a fag like a twat, we walked into the park and there was some gangster dude selling his album, which we couldn't buy because we had no money so he gave it to one of my freinds who is a girl, and kept on calling him darling. She said 'oh your hard' because shes a retard, and he got annoyed and walked off. We then went into Boots because my other mate spilt the strongbow on himself so he stunk of it, so he used some deodarant like a tramp. Then we got kicked out by some hench security guard.

My day :)

... what does 'hard' mean in the UK?

I just woke up, went to eat some pie my grandmother made to me but I found hair in the middle of it.
Nearly threw up.
And now I'm here.

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Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my beard. Then I had a shower, grabbed to Babybels, went to class eating said Babybels, sat in class, left, came home, worked on some MIDI stuff, ate leftover fajitas, played Left 4 Dead.

All in all, nothing exciting.

I didn't press the key hard enough.

What's with the double spacing all of a sudden?

Today, I woke up at 10:30 to get ready and do my hair and go to town. I had particular trouble locating my purple bracelet as my bandmate Laura gave to me, as the dog and wandered off with it as it does with various things, and I don't like to leave my house without fuckloads on my arms. Anyhow, I got to town and met up Laura, and shortly after my good friend Millie. We immediately went to the new ASDA they've built in Rugby to buy lunch, and promptly purchased it, because having a merry wander to the park to eat it, whereupon various children were playing in the fountain on the rather sunny day it was. We then ventured back to the town centre to go clothes shopping, where I bought a new dress shirt, and Laura bought new shoes, a shirt, and a belt. Alas, at around 2:30PM, the sun went away and it rained like it usually does in Britain, causing myself and Millie to panic as we had no form of waterproof convenience of which to shield our lovely selves, and merely sheltered in a foliage arch nearby at the time. Eventually we decided to have some fun, and Millie got out her SLR and we took loads of fun photos of us frolicking about and whatnot - such a joyous moment.

Then Laura got picked up by her boyfriend on his bike, and me and Millie caught our buses. I went home, changed, redid my hair, and went down the road to my friend-of-13-year's 17th birthday, of which was very fun, though people's cigarettes kept going missing. In short, I made many friends, saw many a fun event such as a lad getting punched in the face for some reason pertaining to someone else's togetherness which made NO sense, and there was a frog in the kitchen.

Oh, and finally, Mickey Finns is the *bizarrest* tasting drink ever.

A good day was had.

Hey, you asked how my day was.

They'll be on facebook at some point tomorrow Troy, hahah. Or on Millie's flickr. We took loads though, and they look really pretty :)

Tonight however, fuck no, the ones we have I look DROWNED. Huzzah for rain in the garden.

If Tash's camera has anything with me on it, you'll see me with my proper curly hair ;3 As she'll tag me, ahah.

Last night, I went to kickboxing and beat one of the guys! :D Which I was realy proud of. Although I got my ass kicked by the brown belt. Still, I was happy :)