I think I've finally lost it. I've been playing on my old gameboy colour for the last 3 days running, playing Pokemon.
The yellow one I started again, and have got to Lavender Town.
The blue one, I tested the Mew glitch/cheat, which worked and I have a lovely little Mew.
The red one is a tad too precious to me to fuck about with, what with the Lvl100 Blastoise that I spent most of 1999 training.
Anyway, it's been most riveting.
I have done more than just play pokemon this weekend. My one and a half year old cousin Maddy, my uncle and aunt came to visit. Oh, and me and a couple of friends had an awesome barbeque and many alcohols on Saturday, which was a fun time.
Me and Maddy -
(Children are bloody impossible to keep still.)
And also, while I was out yesterday, I found a random boat and got on it. And took pictures, and feel the need to actively point out how pretty where I live is...
I think that's all.
Hmmm, now, what to write about?
My recent news...
Well, I might be going to live on a small island with less than 80 inhabitants for a couple of months in the summer. This sounds so appealing to me, you have no idea. So, you won't be hearing much from me, if this does happen.
Zoe has gone to Italy for 6 weeks :(
A coach crashed in Ecuador and I was very upset to find out I knew one of the 6 girls who died on it. I went to college with her, and she was very nice and it came as a massive shock to find out she'd died. Horrible horrible.
I bought an amazing sushi necklace yesterday.
It is my birthday, reasonably soon.
My hair is wet.
I need to eat.
Ummm... I buy mistake bought a load of pokemon cards off eBay. Idiot.
Yes.
I keep forgetting to update this.
I used to write blog entries all the time. Now I never know what to write.
Jadie and I are going to see Noel Fielding (surprise, surprise...) tomorrow at The Royal Albert Hall. This should be fun and somewhat entertaining. Afterwards, we are going to get hideously drunk and forget where we're staying and wake up in a skip.
Well, we probably won't. Not the skip bit anyway.
So, on Saturday I'm going to a university open day in London, so I can check out where I will be living and studying in September. My aunt has decided she is coming with me, and that there is nothing I can do about it. I said that I didn't want to look like one of those soppy kids who needs to take their family with them wherever they go, but she said I didn't have a choice in the matter. Lovely. At least my family care.
Anyway, I need to pluck my eyebrows and do something about my hair. Yar.
BAI.
Today would have been my mum's 44th birthday, which is nice. I just went outside and suddenly remembered. And then I turned round and there were some little snowdrops poking up, and they were her favourite flowers and I started to well up, but at the same time it was quite nice, not that I welled up, but that the flowers were there. Lovely.
Whoa, sorry, that was actually a bit too deep wasn't it? I don't usually talk about the more serious aspect of life on my blog, I leave it for "omg i'm going to see The Mighty Boosh on Saturday" kind of things. Actually, as it happens I am seeing The Mighty Boosh on saturday. Some BBC documentary thing, that I've got tickets to be in the audience for. Fun times.
Last night was a fun night. I can't remember much of it other than nearly being raped by an indian man chasing us on a bicycle. Actually I do remember quite a lot of it. Especially me and Jadie getting a taxi home to my house where, for some reason, we told the driver that we were identical twins and that we were having a joint marriage in the summer. And then when we got back to my house I dropped some cheese on the floor and we literally couldn't stop laughing, and both ended up on the floor. Strange, strange night.
And this is me and Jadie on the floor. I am holding the cheese. It appears to have a massive bite taken out of it. 
Hair eating?
I has a broom AND butter on my head. Don't mess with me.
NO MAKE UP -
MAKE UP -
BONUS -
Hello there children, how are we all doing?
I am aware I have not done much in the way of updating lately. This is because I had a job. However, I no longer have a job due to newspaper, happiness and tea, so I am once again free to update this little slice of my life as I please.
I'm trying to think of something interesting to say... Saw Noel Fielding live the other day. He was actually a lot funnier than I expected. And I got a tattoo. ON MY FACE (this is a lie.)
Ummm...
Oh yeah! Facebook. I found this little treasure in my inbox -
"So you expect to create a global shortage of carrots by getting mindless simpletons to purchase them on mass in their white middleclass furking supermarkets while half the world struggle to get a meal at all, I hope that you manage this because then it will truely show that people are stupid, selfish and without a shadow of a doubt the most the most systematically hurtfull people on the planet.
I hope you get hit by a truck of carrots coping with the demand."
So, I thought I'd actually write the young lad a thought out reply, which went as follows -
"Hello Gareth Howard-Laity,
I am pleased to hear your opinions on my rather splendid idea. How saddening it is that you don't appear to be a fan.
I would like to remind you, that this is rather a social experiment, the 'world wide carrot shortage' that I have been boasting about is a tad tongue in cheek and you really shouldn't take it quite so seriously.
Now, rather predictably, you move on to the "starving children of Africa" This is something I have taken many minutes to think about. And I have simply come to the conclusion that, as sad as I am for them, this group is doing nothing wrong. This group is not called "Go to Africa and steal all the rice day" It was made in fun and the group got very big. If you took a few of your life minutes to read the FAQ's that I have posted on the main group page, you will see that the poor and homeless have been taken into consideration.
If you are still upset about the starving people of the world, then please feel free to give me your address and I will forward it on to the 200,000 members of the group and will ask them to send you their carrots and you can be in charge of sending them to Africa. This would be a lovely giving thing for you to do, and I urge you to think about it, unless you're already tied up with all the charity work you are so obviously already doing.
As for you hoping I get run over by a truck, I can only apologise from the bottom of my heart that you feel this way. I hope some time in the future we can put our differences behind us and become best friends.
Regards,
Freya Surname "
I hope this goes down well.
I am fucking exhausted.
I may do a proper blog entry tomorrow, when I'm not about to die, and tell you delightful people about my new job which has succeeded in tiring me out in a pretty unbelievable way.
Annuities and pensions are a right hoot though.
Robots. Sunday. Oxford.
This has been ever so slightly keeping me alive all week.
Well, it's the first of February today and I feel a tad ill. I think a nice cup of tea may make me feel better. In fact...
Right, I had a cup of tea. Lovely.
Well firstly, I would like to say Sweeney Todd is fantastic. I love musicals and I thought it was just brilliant. I can't stop listening to the soundtrack.
I've always had a love for musicals and as I recall, this passion started in March/April 1996, when I was 6. My mother was pretty ill and so for Easter my grandma and my aunt took me on holiday, and left her to have a little time to herself. One night while we were on holiday (Devon, if I remember rightly.) I started watching this musical which was being shown on Television and was absolutely glued to it, my grandma told me it was called Les Miserables. However, it was a pretty long musical and I was made to go to bed about halfway through it. My grandmother had the video and promised that when we were home she would let me watch it and she'd explain it to me as we watched it. (It's got very complex stories in it which were quite hard for a 6 year old to understand.)
And She did. I got a basic understanding of the storyline and watched it literally everyday for months. Eventually she took me to see it in the West End and it was amazing. I've sort of been obsessed with it ever since then and to this day it's my favourite musical. Along the way I got into other musicals, such as Blood Brothers, Cats, Joseph And The Technicolour Dream Coat, Wicked, The Phantom Of The Opera, West Side Story, the list goes on... But yes, my point is Sweeney Todd is the new musical that I'm into.
Ehh. I can't be fucked to write more, here, have a picture:
