i’m so excited to go to cardiff tomorrow to see the new house properly! i can’t wait to decorate my new room with pretty bunting and flowery covers on my new double bed, and will maybe treat myself to a new pair of shoes. whee! ♥
went down to the post office (with no make-up on, freshhh), jogged on the way back, and decided to clean and tidy the whole house for my mum when i got home. everything’s been scrubbed and put away, and now i’m relaxing with a nice cup of tea before i do the vacuuming and cook myself some pasta. i like these days a lot ♥
-stalk stalk- haha, cheeky! mine was really round and in his 40s, thankfully, so there wasn’t any hint of awkward sexual tension or anything like that. although, the attractive young doctor i saw last week had to ask me a lot of very personal questions and was trying to be banterous about it.. i’m sure asking “are you currently sexually active?” with a cheeky smile is not proper medical practice. erlack-a-pongoes.
and obviously he hadn’t had my records transferred over (and the two small fillings i’ve had are really well-disguised) because he praised me for about ten minutes on how i have a “beautiful, naturally aligned smile” (i had braces recently, haha), and “perfect teeth with no discolouration (true dat) or fillings (umm..).”
i just kept quiet (well, i didn’t have much choice, his fingers and implements were prodding around in my mouth.. ooh-err) and nodded proudly. i feel like i’ve beaten the system or something.
i love cooking, probably almost as much as i enjoy eating the food itself. nothing will be able to stop me shovelling this beefy, herby, pasta-y, cheese-covered goodness into my gob. hurry up and be ready! ♥
for the last few nights i’ve been totally losing track of all reasonable time and watching comedy programmes online until it gets light outside, so i’ve been waking up in the early afternoon and not being able to sleep again until dawn. it’s four a.m. already and i’m SO ENERGETIC - my body clock is royally buggered, chaps. i’m going to have to force myself awake in the morning to get back on track!
trivia: “owl” in welsh is “gwdihŵ” - pronounced “goody-hoo”, which is just completely adorable. some other casual awesome welsh slang includes “popty ping” (microwave oven) and “pysgod wibbly wobbly” (jellyfish).
i blame lying in bed until three in the afternoon, although it was so worth it. shared ritz biscuits and yorkie bar makes the greatest breakfast, omnomnom! the dinosaurs in the trees outside have started up their dawn chorus, so sleep’s going to be pretty difficult now. oohbummer.
i’m tiddled and i cannot stop hiccuping to save my life. just had a marveloso little reunion with lovely lovely old school friends for apostrophem's birthday, which was fandabbydozy! many drinkytimes and currytimes were had. ♥
and i could have spent the night with somebody but i had to come home because i had no spare clothes for the morning, pooooo.
“i don’t mean to sound pervy or anything, but you have a really nice little bum.”—
my mum, just now.
WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE AND MY BUM? i have literally had total strangers approach me before and say “excuse me, but you have an amazing arse.” why? i think i need to take a trip to some changing rooms just to check myself out and see what all the fuss is about.
mum just called paul mccartney a "gimp", and now dad's not speaking to her, ahaha
she then gave me a very in-depth, serious talk about glory holes for no apparent reason. i don’t know what she ate for breakfast but i think i need to retreat upstairs and stay there until it’s worn off.
i haven’t played this game in a while - the busy uni life practically made my DS gather dust - but now that i’m back on it, i can’t put it down! i’d forgotten what an awesome team i had, and how many epic legendaries and rare pokémon i owned. so determined to fill up my pokédex ♥
there’s so much i could say about the riots, but the idiocy being displayed in london and further afield doesn’t deserve eloquent wording. any reasoning that was there before is just a front for needless violence and theft now.. citizens turned criminals, innocents put in needless danger, our beautiful and iconic capital city in flames. it’s not a “revolution”, there isn’t even a solid cause behind it; if you stopped a looting rioter on the street and asked them why they were destroying their community, they wouldn’t be able to string together a comprehensive reason. they’re taking advantage of a situation for personal gain, and that’s all there is to it.
what will people riot about next week.. not being able to buy their food or use their services? wonder whose fault that’ll be?