Keanu, call me! Call me on my mobile.

Today was possibly the best day ever. I woke up feeling like crap-but happy that i slept.
My uncle told me how to make a drink that would help my cold, and after grating up half a 'thing' of ginger, boiling it, adding honey and lemon and then swigging it, I screamed "bleugh" to an empty house, but with a noticeably clearer voice and nose.
I tried to drink more, but it was torture to my throat (am very grateful I cannot taste)

I then travelled back to university, for some reason, where my phone didnt stop ringing, and of course, went unanswered.I then felt bad and called some girls back and then spent the next half hour trying to remember where I was and feeling dazed.

We went to see AN AMAZING house, where I rummaged through their kitchen, ate yogurt as we were being shown around, and took pictures of the massive amounts of tea they had. Seriously it was unreal, only 4 girls in the house and boxes upon boxes of different brands and flavours and types.

We sat at the side of the road while everyone except me discussed stuff . I got bored and lay in the road and ate more. We got the house, and I have a massive room downstairs that is RAD. It could fit about 3 beds in there, and it's mine, alllllll mine.
blah went back to orpington, where for the whole journey from waterloo east to orp, i stood at a door with my face pushed up against the glass. I didnt notice until people at 3 different stops were staring at me, and then the door opened.

The youth/teens were at le chapel in orp, so I walked past, saw my mum and screamed "mother" as best as I could in my croaky breaking voice. Too lazy to walk home alone, I lay on the grass outside reading and watching my mum play rounders with other girls, which was quite weird, and I felt a bit jealous, but it was funny.
Some boys came outside to talk to me, play with my hair and terrorise me and then got me to play dodge ball.

My mum and I went outside and played basketball outside for a while, whilst discussing my brothers fame (hilarious, people have been playing his songs on their phones and his friends have been asked if they know him, and all they do is point and people expect a tall blick guy with a knife (james taught me what blick means)) and the technics of girls.
James walked part of the way home with my mum and I, and then decided to get a bus. We all bet that he wouldn't get on, and as he went past in the bus a little while later, he called us losers from the top.

I was very talkative, though I've totally lost my voice and just talk in a croak now. At one point was telling my mum every little detail about an argument I had with a bus driver and how anger mademe face the passengers and make a fool of myself and him, when my foot went right through a drain. A car stopped and laughed. It killed and I think I twisted my ankle but I pretended everything was fine. Then at the side of the road, we noticed a menacing figure, who we later recognised as my brother, who walked down the rest of the road with us, calling me a gay rat, my mum a 14 yr old and spitting. Constantly spitting. I told stories of back in the day when James and I used to spend every minute together and how we played with spit,
(like the time we played "spit" and he started feeling sick, and went downstairs and i hung over the balcony and said his name, and when he looked up I spat right in his eye and he cried so hard, and I nearly threw up from how obviously funny it is/was. ahhhhaha)
My mum told us about birthday cakes and James interrupeted everything we said to insult us, so at the end we were all laughing.

The best part was lying on the grass by myself. Havent felt that relaxed for a while. Though it was slowly getting wetter and wetter and I was being eaten by bugs. But it was still good. A woman who I thought hated me was even overly nice to me.
And then Carol came, my oldest friend, and lay on my lap while I stroked her hair.
mmmmm delish


P.S. there was a time when anielia james and i were all fighting. I have no idea why, but we were either all against each other or they were both against me. Anyway I kicked James pretty hard in the nuts, upstairs in le landing, he cried, clutched at it, and then jumped down every individual step, giving a little scream on every step he reached and sobs inbetween. My sister and I went from angry, to shocked, to questioning, to dying with laughter.
When James reached the bottom, he gave one last little cry, and then flung himself off the last step, and somehow landed on his side, still clutching at himself and slid towards the front door.
The image kills me.

When the fight was over, nothing was solved. But nothing mattered.