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I'm gonna try to sum up the past five days but I won't be able to capture how I exactly felt. Words will, heh, fail me.

So, I worked the Friday Night shift.

To say it was busy is an understatement, I tells ya. Usually, I have to load/empty the dishwasher, do potwash and other oddjobs but Friday I did just potwash and had just as much work as I usually have an any other night. So, in a rather long-winded way, what I'm trying to say is; it was bastard busy.


Saturday lunch was normal as usual. Just got home from work as my dad was leaving to pick Candice up from t'train station so I hopped in t'car and went as well. Saturday was alreet, went up Char's and chatted and schtuff. Later, I said something a little hurtful to Candice (which I didn't mean, it just came out wrong) but I felt like a bit of a prat. She knew I didn't mean it or to say it but I still feel bad for saying it.


Sunday was the day of the BBQ. We went downstairs and there was Mother in the kitchen with my Auntie getting the food prepared and Father in the garden setting up the BBQ with my Uncle. We decided to be helpful and eat bacon sandwiches. Then my other Uncle turned up unexpectedly with his new girlfriend and her delightful young daughter.

She is a prime example why I hate children. Candice made the mistake of talking to her and she wouldn't leave her alone.
"Are you a Goth?"
"Are you allowed to wear that if you are a Goth?"
"Do you like being a Goth?"
I mean, REALLY. I wanted to gouge her eyes out with a spoon but refrained as her mother was in the room. Why categorise people? (I know she's young but she's still a twat) And then ask the stupidest questions ever. The mind boggles.
Thankfully, my relatives and Satan's daughter all went to Longleat so we helped a bit with the BBQ and sat around for a bit.

The BBQ began soon after. I had an ace time. Char, Cray and Ob came round as well and we all got pissed and had mad laughs. I can't really remember much of what I said but I was pretty hyperpissed so it was awesome.

Woke up in the morning with THE PLAGUE. I was totally drained of energy (OI OI!), had a dodgy stomach and kept shivering. I had a shower to try and wake up a bit but couldn't actually stand up in the shower. Not good. We,well I, sat around like a zombie for a few hours whilst Candice sat with me. She was probably bored off her tits but it was nice that she sat with me and tried to make me feel better. Then it was time to leave for Andover (what actually is it?). My Aunt and Uncle took us to the train stationas they were on their way home anyroad. We got the trains alright and got to Andover station earlier than expected. We were meeting The Nash. I was scared. But then I always am when meeting new people.

We trekked back to Candice's and sat around/shouted/watched TV/went online/ate pizza/drank. It were ace and nowhere near as bad as expected. I thought I'd be a twat and Nashnashnash would hate me. But she didn't (at least I don't think!) SUPER SMASHING GREAT. That was a good day.

Tuesday, we woke up dead early. I still felt rough from Sunday. My stomach felt on the verge of wanting to leave my body via my mouth but never did. We went to Blazingstoke to do The Shop. I bought some new shoes, Garden State and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on DVD and Jimmy Eat World - Bleed American on CD (pics will be posted soon I expect). Candice bought underwear (OI OI!). That was torture. Stood in a woman's underwear shop whilst she was in the changing rooms. The people behind the counter gave me a 'getoutoftheshopyoufuckingpervert' look which made me feel extremely welcome. Oh yeah. We had a romantic meal for two in Burger King and made the mistake of sitting by the glass cabinet where the toys were. We were surrounded by children but our deathly stares scared them off. Ace. Oh fucking yeah.

I'm now proper skinted. I have zilch moola. SUX2BEMETBH!!1!ONE!!

When we got back we watched Love Actually (fucking love that film) and messed around online and did other boyfriend and girlfriend stuff. Super. I had fifty eight showers in three days. And no, I'm not exaggerrating in the slightest. Or am I?


I'm officially in love with that stuff even if it's called BABY Oil.

Candice cooked me pancakes. Fuck yeah! And pizza. And Angel Delight.

That's not actually me eating pancakes. It's some scamp called Ian (found via Google)

We did other stuff but that's not meant for public. Although... Ha!

Wednesday, we just sat around/led around talking and being ace.

I felt a bit rubbish because I had a bad stomach and thought I was ruining our time but Candice didn't mind. Nice.

Getting the train back alone was a daunting experience. I thought I was gonna pass out beforehand but once I was on my train and stuff it was fine. I got home and slept like a wee child.

I know this has been a rubbishy, listy entry and was not how I wanted it to come out but I don't think I'll be able to write it how I like. So I'll end on a mushy note cos I'm a big girl:-

No-one makes me laugh as much as you.
No-one makes me cry as much as you.
No-one makes me act so immature as much as you (Oh yeah!)
No-one makes me feel so good about myself as much as you.
No-one makes me as happy as you.
Thank you for such a great time.

chro.