A word of warning guys

Pringles are addictive and they can often make you forget to eat proper lunches and dinners.

A lyric i like

Running to catch up
The last city bus
Wearing out your yellow
Hula dress
Lipstick a mess
Your ch-cherry best
Kissing on the window
Just to check on the red.

from At The Back Of The Shell by The Kills (not The Killers although i like them too)

Hindsight.

Last Wednesday me and my housemates finally decided to stop being lazy and go to THORPE PARK - for those of you not in the U.K, that's a theme park - and it's very near to our house which makes us seem even more like lethargic students. Well anyway, we went on pretty much every ride there was in the park - which seems like the ideal thing to do - but water rides in winter you say? Yes even those. See this is the thing, the first water ride we went on was pretty chillaxed and by that i mean we got a few splashes here and there - everyone was fairly dry. Thus making the whole thing fun and non-threatening. However, after this first taste of water we were fairly pumped and decided to go on a more extreme water ride called Tidal Wave (you'd think the name in itself would be a warning but no we decided to ignore that). Our saner housemate, Cecilia, decided to sit this one out, so me, Ana and Luigi went right ahead. Another thing that should have put us off (but didn't) was the sight of people who had just been on the ride - and were literally dripping wet. So we got in and as soon as you sat down on your seat your bum was immediately soaked from the amount of water that had gone on the seats from the previous turns. Still, we were pretty sure we'd made the right decision. So as soon as the thing plunges downwards and the water makes a splash you think 'Oh that wasn't that bad' - but there's a 3 second pause before you get TOTTALY DRENCHED. To demonstrate the immense nature of this drenching would be to tell you this; Ana had her water-proof coat zipped all the way up but the water still managed to seep under it. But that's not the least of our stupidity. Me and Luigi thought it would be a good idea to go on it again - Ana being slightly wiser than us got off while she could. And since there were no queues (it was a weekday) you didn't have to line up again to go on it a second time, you just got plunged straight back down once you'd come up. This was mine and Luigi's crazy logic - 'We're so wet, we CAN'T possibly get any more wet' - GUESS AGAIN suckers. And fair enough, if it was a sunny summer's day, but no it was mid-autumn chills. So we were pretty much wet for the rest of the day - despite going on numerous roller coasters in a series of attempts to get dry fast. There were various human dryers around the park though - you had to pay £2 for 3 minutes worth of drying which is clearly a rip off but there were these kids with loadsa change who kept topping up the machine so we got a few free goes. But these didn't help, they just made the cold wetness into warm wetness and as soon as you stepped out of them you were pretty freezing again. Here's a picture of us in the futile dryer:

Behind All That Ketchup and Soya Sauce There's Us.

Ana & Me - a combination for sillyness.

Little pink baskets in abandoned winter gardens. How's that for a title?

Hello?
Who is this?
It's Julia.
Who's Julia?
From school, remember?
I don't remember no Julia.
Are you serious? We dated for like 3 months.
What? Is this a prank?
No, you prick, stop playing dumb.
You know what, i'm just gona hang up cuz this is stupid.
You're joking, right?
No I'm not joking, Gooday!
Oh Eff You, alright - you're a loser.
*TooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooT*

We Have A Blog???

OK i'm gona be honest guys, i kinda forgot (and i think Luigi has too as there are no posts from her to prove otherwise) about this whole blogging thing. I think we can be forgiven though cuz for the past two weeks we've had the difficult task of settling back into Uni life and sorting out house shizzle (still no internet). Our landlady is proving to be, quite frankly, annoying. She's so effing attached to the house that she'll notice the smallest things. Like i swear she's in love with the "brand new" wooden flooring as she's always going on about how careful we should be and how much it cost them and that it's BRAND NEW! The other day she came round and noticed the tiniest bumps on the table - so now she's gona take it out of our deposit. She's acting as if though they're the best antique tables in the world and not some cheap IKEA crap! Also she sees herself as such a bloody professional and yet it took her 2 weeks to provide the most basic of items - kettle and toaster! Arghh glad that's off my chest. In other news third year uni has been pretty good so far - but i'm guessin that's because i haven't had to do any essays yet, just LOADS of reading. But i'm used to that. We had our housewarming party on Friday - that was really good despite the stress of preparing for it. One too many drinks for me though, i think i'll lay off the alcohol for a while. So yeh i think that counts as a blog post so i'm gona sign out cuz i have masses and masses of Chaucer and Hegel reading to do and a stupid cold which means my attention span is even shorter than usual.
PEACE x