There's no place like London

On Friday I was awoken at 6:30AM by Calum calling me to tell me he was bored. I hate Calum. However, after about thirty seconds I realised that it was Summer in the City and I had a gathering to get to and a train to catch. After some rushing and some panicking over nearly missing my bus, I made it on the train to Sheffield to meet Conor and Johnny. I'll spare you all the boring details about Conor's train getting cancelled and me spending an hour in a strange city watching homeless people steal newspapers. Next on my itenerary was spending the good part of an hour not moving in a traffic jam near Derby and getting lost just before entering central London.

After succesfully delivering Conor to his desired location I met up with Sarah, Beckie and Laura to have fun times in London which involved McDonalds and a sudden rainstorm-- so not really fun times at all. I don't remember much else about Friday other than making friends with some people due to a debate about Digimon and getting pushed into a wall by a zombie and bleeding. A lot.

I then had a night with nearly no sleep at all because of the constant tintinnabulation* I was forced to experience. I spent the next day getting unknowingly sunburned in Hyde Park and approaching random people to say "he'ey". Saturday was the best day mainly because I bought a Miley Cyrus book, saw some puppies and got to keep my vodka at the venue on the night time. The only downside would be the scary walk to the station by myself at eleven thirty-- but after my overdramatic, distressing tweet Orla and Amy called me to make sure that I was still, y'know... breathing?

I had encounters with a lady with no teeth and a drunk man who smiled at me but managed to get to the hostel in one piece thanks to Beckie's determination and running skills. I slept better that night, probably because a few people had said "see you tomorrow" which made me smile as that never happens with internet people. The Sunday consisted of lollipops, homeless people and pigeon feathers-- which make a delightful combination. And then I went home, which I have no desire to write about because I miss London terribly.

*I'm really happy that I got the chance to use tintinnabulation in a real sentence. It means 'the rining of bells' (FYI, my hostel was near St. Paul's Cathedral).

Nightmare

Last night, I had this nightmare where my school, for just one subject, had to move to this building in the bad side of town. The building was next to a sandwhich shop and we became friends with the owner-- who had a great resemblance to Luke from Gilmore Girls. A creepy old man who was really odd, but still nice, lived on the other side of the building. Long story short, some form of zombie virus is formed and the old man gets it, but it's really weird and creates a zombie clone of you too. So you have a zombie clone AND the original with the brain craving-- but he's still humanly smart. Then I'm in a bathroom with my mum and we see three huge spiders so I get rid of them and realise (somehow) that the new influx of giant spiders caused it. Then my mum and I plan to get on a train to, uh, Italy for, wait for it, £15! I go and tell my dad but he has the virus and tries to eat me. I learn that the new spiders were threatened, and they infected people who weren't afraid of them-- like the old guy and my dad, and not my mum. I think I survived because I figured it out... and the fact I woke up, of course.

I'm guessing I had this dream for two reasons:
1) I watched The Happening last night.
2) I also caught a spider before bed.

Awkward

Wow, so... this is awkward. I'm sorry for leaving you, Blogspot. I truly am! It didn't work out with Wordpress. Wanna give it another go? Okay, cool.

My summer is almost over, it wasn’t eventful but in a strange way it was. I haven’t ventured out with my friends an awful lot; but oddly, I’m okay with that. It was a very YouTube orientated summer, which was very different and wonderful. I got out of school early, had Vivien stay with me for like two weeks and we did a variety of different things and I spent some time with Lana which I probably wouldn’t have done if I didn’t have an American to amuse. Vivien was like bait, I suppose. A worm. I used her to hook in my friends to spend time with me. Like skipping school to see the latest Harry Potter film. Or, maybe she’s like a nice shiney piece of tinfoil. Either way, I’m refering to my friend Lana as a bird or a fish.

Other than having an American eat my food and what not, I didn’t do much. I saw some friends, got questioned by the police, found a new love for Lady GaGa and went a variety of nights without sleep. I also saw some sharks, that was pretty cool.

Next week, I will be going to London to spend three days with people I met online. Yeah, I know how to party. I’m looking forward to that a lot. I also passed my AS Levels with good grades, not as good as I would have hoped, but hey, they were good, at least. I’ll have to work a lot harder next year if my dreams of going here or here are to happen. And who knows, maybe I will actually keep up with this blog this year!

The "thatoctopus" comparison:

Zach believes that we are very similar, and I disagree. He thinks that we should make a collab channel called "thatoctopus", and I disagree... once again. He doesn't think he has poofy hair, and I disagree. Get the point? I AM NOT LIKE THATFREAKINGZAK. -_-

Reasons I am like Zach:
- Alledgedly, we are both jerks.
- We both prefered the anime of Digimon to Pokémon.
- We both always chose the water type in the Pokémon games.

Reasons I am NOT like Zach:
- I do not have poofy hair.
- I do not own a penis.
- "I don't suck"- contributed by Leah. ("THAT DOESN'T COUNT"- Zach.)
- He likes the Welsh-- and I do not. :]

Feel free to contribute more. ^__^

A shining new era is tip-toeing nearer...

I hate England. I'm rather annoyed that I have to stay in England all through the summer. I have a lot of money. My own money... because I save it. I can do what I want with my money, and I'll be seventeen in a matter of months so... yeah. There is just one thing stopping me for waddling around various corners of places that arent' in England: college. Urgh. Last summer, they let us leave after our exams... so I left in early June. This year, they are making us stay and start next year's work already. It's so pointless. So, I have to stay in college untill July 17th. I think that Leah and Vivien are coming on the 13th or something... so I'll skip the last few days. I have August to stuff in, but that will still involve England. I don't care about Summer In The City anymore, just because it's in England. I've already been to London once this year. It smells sickening and I always feel bad because the homeless people sometimes make me laugh a little. I don't know whether to keep saving my money, on the off chance that I could go somewhere this year... or blow it all on a Macbook. The choice is: evil-country-that-must-die V.S pretty-computer-that-doesn't-turn-itself-off. *Sigh* So, all in all...

FML.