I don't need a parachute.

Well thanks to a couple of inspired friends I thought I would come back to this. I think this is my 6th blog attempt. Let's see if this time I last more then nine posts before something shiny distracts me.

Re-reading last summers entries reaffirms my suspicion that I am an angry and easily annoyed human being.


However I stand by my rant on the "Baby on Board" badge, what the fuck was that about. Anyway I'll try to be a little more positive so that my few followers don't leave my blog feeling suicidal. Pretty sure that won't last very long either though.

It is also ashame that I only ever seem to write anything to you phantoms when it is summertime and I am not doing anything. I assure you that the rest of the year I am out and about experiencing all of life's pleasures with regular viewings of Deal or No Deal in between, however in the summer time nothing interesting happens because I am usually working or away from the few people in the world I deem worth my time, therefore have nothing interesting to report. Deal or No Deal isn't even on until October.
However last year I definitely made an effort to post interesting things, look at all those Oompa Loompa's.

However, I digress. A brief(ish) update to get us going.

Since my last blog I did indeed go back to University, as my previous posts indicated I wanted so much to do.
Many interesting and amusing things happened, some of which I can't remember thanks to evil substances. Probably the worst and most memorable (though ironically I don't remember it at all) incident was me falling down a 4 foot hole in someones garden while ever so slightly intoxicated and tearing the ligaments in my ankle. But did I let it ruin my night? Oh no, of course I didn't, in fact I continued to run around, getting lost and making some friends go in search of me in the road, asking passers by if they had seen "a tall girl with purple hair" and finally finding me crossed legged (good for the ankle) on the living room floor of the grimy party. I was, I think the phrase is, totally fucked. In fact I only know it happened because a dear friend helped me out of the 4 foot hole and later informed another dear friend who had inquired why I was walking like Bambi of the incident. One hospital trip and a click in the ankle later and everything was fine.



This incidentally was also the same night that I and a few friends were looking for another party (yes I know, so many parties to attend, oh the lives we lead) and, while standing unknowingly outside said party, enquired to some French tourists what road we were on and how to get there. They kindly gave us a map.



Oh how we laughed. Eventually we then carried on into the party, where if I remember correctly many ladies were dressed in the nicest of lingerie, and we broke a table by sitting on it. I kindly tried piecing it back together but as I oddly didn't have any glue to hand and was well on my well to being wankered, the table is still to my knowledge, fucked.

This night sticks out for obvious reasons but there were many good times.

Amsterdam was most definately a highlight. Home of chocolate brownies, massive leafs, and lots of other hazy memories.




Good clean fun.

Other incidents include a pinata, one time karaoke, the introduction of GLEE! our new love of painting gnomes, many of which were painted by Amy (though the neatness of them suggests she is lying), and Bert and Ernie were also welcomed into my fold.



We finished the year with the Summerball, one of the highlights being the meeting of a lovely Scottish boy who incidentally showed us that it is true that it is best not to wear any underwear while wearing a kilt. I touched his sporran. Magic.



Oh yeah I also managed to do some work.

And here I am again, back in London for 3 months until the last year of University begins. Cannot quite believe I have finished second year, real life is falling upon me and I don't quite know what to do. Waitressing?
Leaving Canterbury wasn't nice, I leave a sad Amy and an unfinished gnome in my wake, alone in our lonely house. But if next year is going to go as quickly as the last, I won't wish for it too soon, I think I have to savour these last few months where I am able to say "I'm a student, give me discount".
But I will miss it so.


Anyway to finish, here is a song from Alkaline Trios last album, which was also released since I last posted.

Toodlepip.




And yes the title of this blog is from a Cheryl Cole song, and what, you can't tell me what to do, you aren't my mum.