Always Three O'Clock

The concert was really bad. We arrived, the bands weren't even on and it was Bollywood dancers. I was already exhausted due to the long walk from my house to Summer's house to the train station. I was not happy because it was boling and Summer made me wear my shorts. ¬_¬ I don't like not wearing my drainpipes, far too pale! Mwuhahaha! So, we went to Waterstones to see if they had the book I wanted, they did not. Then we went to Smith's to see if they had the book I wanted, and the que was too big so we went to get an ice cream shake from Baksins and Robbins (couldn't be bothered to walk up two floors to get to Ben and Jerry's ;]). Then we went to see the bands, because we heard the music. It was some white guy with a Rastifarian (sp?) and an a black guy, and they were good but the white guy couldn't rap. Anyway, we didn't even get to the end of their set and we got bored. So we got the train home. And I had to walk all the way home. By myself. Again. And then Summer had the cheek to ask me if I wanted to go back! :O Bitch. So, now I'm totally and utterly dead from all the walking and I'm REALLY sleepy and I need to go make food because my mum is in London and I'm really hungry but to be honest i can't be bothered. That was a really long sentence, I apologise. I also said 'really' a lot. Darn it. Bleh, I'm tired. *Sigh* Well, maybe I'll blog later... who knows?

School soon *gulps*