Just for Anielia

Imagine how funny an episode of our lives would be if it was centered around the 3 days of snowboarding we did in Canada.
We all started at the same time. Anielias boots were too tight, so it kind of made it hard for her to do anything. James and i were fine. James had started going backwards half an hour after we started and i was practising turns. Anielia was lying down in the middle of the slope giving out frustrated screams. James and I would pass each other on the slopes or the belt lift and pretended we didnt know the girl lying flat out on her back kicking her feet.
Near the end of the first day I boarded down to anielia and told her to just sit on her board and slide down. She stood up- and instead of putting her board horizontal to the slope- she threw it, literally threw it down vertically, where it started sliding out of control. Luckily, it slid into some trees near us, but i was up to my arms in snow trying to get it out (there was metres and metres of snow around those trees)
She did it again later, and this time her board went off our course, into a black lane and down the side of a cliff. Mathew James Anielia and I stared at it for a while, until a dude who worked there told us we had to climb down and get it ourselves. I swear Mathew nearly died 5 times.
The 2nd day was just as bad, we changed her boots and then the instructor told us at the end of the lesson that she couldnt do it because her board was too big. A screw fell off my shoe and I ended up twisting my ankle because he told me it would be fine.
The last day Mathew and I spent most of the time sitting on the slope talking and waiting for James, who would constantly ask us to wait for him and then zoom past us. We spent a lot of the time talking to people on the lifts "wellll dooone" falling off the ski lifts, or pitying our skiing instructor who spent all of the time helping Anielia, til she ran away.
Love you!(By the way...I found the pictures from the day you covered my face in hot wax and latex)

The demon riding the waves...

Glen invited me to camber sands.
Confusion over cars and who was going-we finally set off at around 2.30 from Mottingham. In the car I started panicking. Some of my random thoughts were:
"Is he gay?"
"What am i doing, I don't want to be here"
"I should be packing"
"My knee tickles"
"I want food"
"Bad bad smell" (we drove in some rank smelling area, and smelling it was such a shock i nearly gagged.)
"I wish I wasn't sitting in the middle"
"Why is the french guy sitting at such a weird angle"
"Please, please, please stop touching me"

I was still in my church clothes, while everyone else looked reasonably normal. Twas me, jenny g, christina, charlotte, seb, frederick, glen, kyall, jenelle (best name ever-just cos i had a best friend named that) and her sister stephanie. I straight away ran off to the sea, which from the sands at camber is a massive trek, charlotte and i were out of breath a quarter of the way there.
Seb and I stood in the water for a while until my whole right leg went numb from the cold and we decided to go back. Christina stepped on a crabs shell and Charlotte picked up another one, holding it, as if it was some sort of weapon.
As we were "walking" up-i decided to dance and skip around Charlotte and sung in her face at the top of my lungs, "I wanna be-the very best- that no one ever was... dun dun DUN DUN!"
I did the whole thing, got a few stares, some laughs, some looks of intense disgust, was all good.
Not much else happened,(that's a lie, I'm lazy and need to dry my hair and pack) i changed into someones shorts (that looked like boxers) to play games, but just watched them and rolled in the sand instead. We played touch football-where Charlotte pulled down my shorts and revealed my butt to the lucky ones who saw it down for a split second. I returned it to her for longer.
I cant remember why, but Glen picked me up at one point and ran to a dug out trench where he dropped me...on my head. All i remember was a loud sound and then i couldn't see. He fell in, shaking me, and all i could say was "Yeah, it really hurts, thud- my eyes are black-i was shaking." It's extremely painful right now. I remember why now, Jenny took a picture of us together, and i pulled the most disgusted face , directed at him and ruining a good picture.
Cant be bothered to talk about the rest, awkward car journey back, but a very good day at the beach. Ive been having a really good week actually, a really good life.

Old people scare me.
I'm not sure if I'm enjoying A Clockwork Orange.
I found my old thing of bubbles recently and have been making a mess of my room.
Damon Albarn makes a much better one eyed mascaraed man. (Except for when the original smacks the dude with his cane)
Alright, been watching it for a while, Clockwork is freakishly addictive.




I don't want to leave.
So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.

and listen to Death From Above...

So its whatever time it is and I'm making eggs. I'm so freaking hungry and going through that thing again where i cant sleep, just lie in bed. I cant even read because my light bulbs have all blown and I'm freaked out by certain things downstairs in my house (especially as my uncle isn't in the next room) so i cant sleep down here. South Park will keep me company I guess.
5/6ths of the outcasts were all together for the first time since September, on Tuesday, which was surprisingly...nice. We then went to oneils/walkabout and met up with Laura's ex and Chloe's current boyf, slightly awkward.
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If another anonymous person calls my phone, I will answer just to scream at you. And then hang up. So if you're calling , don't hide your number (I'm avoiding calls from a certain lady friend and others)
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Hmmm hooommm haaa, James has a fluorescent sword from Alton towers, i put batteries in it but it didn't work. This upset me greatly yesterday.
I fell asleep on the phone to Ariege on Monday night, this angered and saddened me. One minute we were having a conversation, i wasn't even tired, it felt like the next second i wake up, an hour later at 3ish, look down at my phone, see that i hadn't hung up and realised what Id done. I waited for about 3 hours before i woke her up to apologise. What a baaad friend.
Dirty Sanchez is crap, HATE IT. Need to change channel.
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Chloe Sullivan is the most annoying journalist thing ive ever seen.
and release.
So so bored, but

Lloyds tomorrow, whoo hoo.
night