Homecoming

The spiders haven't been as bad since I've ranted about them. I did kill one today though. Took a piece of paper and taped it to another piece then attached that to a leaflet then attached that to a book and then squashed it. It was tiny, but it was one of those ones you know doesn't give up the fight very easily, so I had to hold it down for a while. Im sure it made a noise.
So anyway, came home today. Spent half the day faffing around, waiting for a package. The notice told me they'd redeliver it, but also said it had been dropped off at "squiggle." A lot of things made me angry yesterday including that, which meant I had two friends round and we all talked a lot and now I have no voice, and it hurts.
Oh and Im meant to be at Fabric now, people suck. You all suck. Especially the Olaves, they were meant to come with me.
Anyway so yes package. Everyone left the house. My flatmates had this weird argument for people who aren't lesbians and as I walked upstairs I saw their pictures in frames smashed around the house. Odd.
Because I didnt know where and when the stupid package would be coming, I couldnt have a shower, so I tried cleaning my room. This resulted in just killing that one spider and looking for more. I found 2 and they were too big to go close to. I then put on music and drew and stuck my ramblings all over the walls.
Then I danced.
Then some guy came knocking and it was my package. A big hefty mother politics book too. I pretended to leaf through it just for the pleasure of my reflection.
Man, Im bored.
Anyway so hours and hours of jumping and exercing round my room later I was powerwalking through Farnham with wildly curly hair trying to catch a train. I missed the train. Then I got on another one and like a geek took my laptop out and started writing a story out for homework.(that im quite proud of for the first time) Got to Brookwood and the army boys came on. Hilarious. One of them does a perfect George Bush impression. No offense to army doolahs but these two were quite intelligent too.
I (and everyone else) listened to their conversations for the whole hour. The whole time I was biting on my lip so I wouldnt talk to them and ask them if I could write about them/record them/use them for something/take their address so they could write me interesting army stories.
It was a shame. Thats about it. I got home and my brother had collapsed on our sofa, so i half hugged him then talked to him about careers and law and presents and crap. Then we bonded and watched spooks and laughed and let them have cake.
I want to watch old school, i think it started 10 minutes ago, shee ya
oh yeah i went to bromley and it was fine a bit weird but really good then i got on a bus and a guy threw up and nearly got it on me. I tried so hard not to breathe it in. Then some chavs got on and i advised them not to go in the back and they were well nice
i missed chavs actually