Well, Looky Here.

First off, I’d like to say that I love Charles. Now that that’s over, we can get on with the blog.

So I’ve been in York with Jawgee and Frazz for 5 days, and it was pretty darn awesome. I’ll do it by day, ’cause that’ll be easier.

Sunday

The drive was pretty okay, although I did have to take a tablet, but I think that was from excitement rather than actual car sickness. We didn’t yell roadtrip, ’cause it was 9:30 in the morning, but we did have fun. When we got there, we got settled into our rooms, by which I mean the others dumped their stuff whilst I became Monica out of Friends, packed all my stuff away in the cupboard and drawers and jumped on the bed. We had a really nice pizza for dinner, and I fell asleep through Top Gear, and only caught bits of a documentary about hair, which Jamelia presented.

Monday

We had breakfast (I discovered that Frazer eats an unjustifiable amount of food) and then we set off for the park and ride, which would take us to that wonderful city known as York. When we got to the Park and Ride carpark, I saw that Now 70 could be bought for £10. Bargain. I went and bought it: the first purchase of the day (there would be many to follow.) I had loads of fun shopping and going into every single shop, but I don’t think Frazer and Georgi did, somehow. I never get a chance to really go shopping, as I never have lots of money (which i did on that day), so ‘Damnit,’ I thought, ‘I’ll shop if I want to!’ I got fabulous zebra-stripey shoes, and a zebra-stripey bag, and lots of other awesome things. We didn’t get to meet Bev, Sam and Sean, and if you’re reading this Bev, I want you to know that 1.) I’m sorry for talking to fast in the message I left you, and 2.) I was very, very, very angry, but I guess I’m over it now. We went to see Mammia Mia: The Movie that night, and I realised a few things: I’ve always been an ABBA fan, Pierce Brosnan singing is hilarious, and Team OXO is really weird (we laughed when an advert for Special K came on. Still makes me giggle, even now.)

Tuesday

We went to Hawoth, where the Bronte sisters grew up. it was a really nice place and even though we didn’t go into the Bronte house, I still had fun. Once again, all I wanted to do was shop, but Frazer and Georgi didn’t, so i told them to go off on their own. I don’t know if they had fun or not, but I really did, even if the things I bought are stupid. I’m pretty sure my Mom would have had fun too, and to me, if my Mom would be having fun, it’s a fun situation. That night, I managed to stay up relatively late and as always I slept like a rock. Georgi and Frazer could seriously have done whatever they wanted to me and I would never have known. Quite scary, to be honest.

Wednesday

This was, to me, the funnest day of all, because it was just true Team OXO. We drove up to Filey and it seemed to take absolute ages, but maybe it just seemed that way because I was once again really excited. When we got there all I wanted to do was strip off and dive into the sea, but Frazer was hungry and I complained a lot but then I realised I was hungry too. Eventually, we made our way to the beach but it took a while to find a nice spot, mainly because I was complaining yet again, but I think the place we chose in the end was quite nice. More moodiness and bitchiness followed because I really wanted to go swimming, but no one could because Georgi can’t and Frazer hadn’t brought anything to swim in. I went in waist-deep and few times, but it wasn’t the same as actually swimming. We played frizbee, and built some sort of strange boat game, and fiddled aroundn with the Poi and wrote 6.2 and 69 in the sand, and it was all good, but I think my bitchiness was getting unbelievebly irritating because when Frazer and Georgi came down with me to the water, we all got rather wet and Frazer dived straight it! I was happy. We swam for a bit and were the furthest people out, but then we decided to go back to Camp OXO. Mrs.Wilson was not happy with the state of us, and we had to get changed between two umbrellas on the beach, although I still don’t understand why I couldn’t of just gone and changed in the toilets. Anyway, it was a fun ride home, as we stopped at a place called the Tanglewood Inn (or something like that) and annoyed the hell out of a good-looking waiter, who seemed terrified of us. The lack of vegetarian meals was dispicable and even though I’m not a vegetarian, I was very annoyed. Whilst in Filey we bought cheapo sunglasses, a t-shirt that said Jesus and cans of Rockstar, so we just walked around looking like hillbilles; it was awesome. When we got back to Briery House, we took lots of odd photos with our weird sunglasses. Georgi and Frazer looked great, but I don’t think I did. Late at night, we kept getting weird crank calls, and it was so much fun. I’ve no idea who was calling us, but whoever they are – thanks, we had fun too!

Thursday

We started driving at around half past ten, I think, but then stopped at ASDA’s for lunch, so we only really got going at 11. I felt ill and sleepy, so I slept most of the journey and dreamed about riding on snails back to the beach. I honestly thought it was real until I woke up, which was probably why I looked and felt so confused. I got home at 2:45, but I think we got to Georgi’s house at around 2:15, so baring in mind that we stopped for 30 minutes for lunch, it took us 2 hours and 45 minutes to get from Wakefield to Shrewsbury. What fun. That night I went to the soireé with the Twinning Association. It was really good fun because I met Sophie, a friend of Sophie’s who was really nice about me not being able to play frizbee. There were some yobs camped out on the field, some of which i knew, and they yelled over at us “Oi! You’re french! Fuck off!” Sophie’s dad told them to watch their language, and they shut up. I don’t think they were meant to be there, which isn’t very good. There was some dancing, and I fell in love with this guy Louis Florentin, who’s staying in Ruyton. He’s 16 and very good-looking, but he’d obviously never be interested in me, and I hear he has a girlfriend. Our own french kid, Antoine (apparently, we keep saying it wrong ) is 14, and is quite ncie, although we think he’s giving up on trying to understand us.

Today, I’ve not been doing much, just sitting around the house really. I unpacked msot of my stuff yesterday but now i can’t really be bothered to sort out anything else. When I came online this morning, I was given this shock:

I don’t know if I handled the situation well, but it was a big shock. I doubt he’ll come online again, but then, I thought I’d never to speak to him again: it was as if he were September (I guess only Georgi and Frazz will get that.) Now I’m just waiting for Michael to come online. I don’t know why, but I guess I kinda miss him.

Love you all.

OXO

1 comment July 25, 2008

Here it goes again.

Okay. Go.

The word generator has spoken: known.

I have known many people in my life. Bossy ones, Bitchy ones, Sad ones, Happy ones, but only recently I discovered that the phrase “you think you know someone!” is true. You think you can predict their next move and hope to God you’re not right, and you can guess at their thoughts – you know they’ve thought the same thoughts before – but in the end, they always surprise you.

I guess this wasn’t a very long blog, and it didn’t make a bit of sense.

I’m bitter, but what you gonna do about it?

1 comment July 16, 2008

I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer, what did it ever do for me, I say?

Lately, I find myself asking a question I haven’t asked myself in a long time:

What the hell are you doing?

Add a comment July 15, 2008