Bank holidays should be banned

Yeah, take no pity on them bank workers; they ruin our lives by taking holidays. Just kidding, I´m a nice person. But this week bank holidays have just proven to be intolerable. I finally managed to go to the gym, the library and the apple store (though it turns out I had to make an appointment for customer services so my mac is doomed) today. Eventful, eventful.

So to kick the cherry off the top of my otherwise quite tolerable day, I have just read Kati´s blog post and it has truly put me to shame. Her blog is turning into a semi-journalistic blog site whereas mine is just my usual ramblings that mean absolutely nothing at all. Well, I guess that´s the difference between a true journalist and an ordinary girl who just passed GCSE English with an A. Maybe I should spice this place up with some reviews of my attempts to culture myself. Someday, someday. Maybe after I successfully finish reading the 5 books I loaned today from the library. That´ll show her.

And to anyone who read´s Kati´s blog, she never made it to Regent´s Street with me because I took pity on her reluctance in going and her tight budget. However, as I have mentioned I did in fact make it to Regent´s Street on my own, after the gym, with no makeup on, greasy hair and baggy clothes. I looked like an angry lesbian from the countryside, obviously out of place in such a chic city like London. Oh well, it´s not like I had anyone to impress. Unless I was hoping the newspaper stand guy would hit on me or something. How about, no.

Lucky Seven

It’s now 11:10pm of my very uneventful day, and my uneventful day stays, well, uneventful. Like I previously stated I have accomplished jackshit and the only one thing I can boast about today is that I managed to take a normal shower! It felt orgasmic.

Actually today probably marks the milestone of Carrolynne’s most-blogs-posted-in-a-day-day! This is my seventh, mind you. Even though half of the blogs I’ve posted aren’t really worth much effort.

However! At this late hour, with some surprising turn of events, it seems that my uneventful day just might be saved after all! One thing that may be not so ordinary about me is that I have way too many Portuguese friends. I don’t know how and I don’t know where they come from (well, Portugal) but these little motherfuckers just creep up on you. But anyhoo, there are about seven newcomers and they’re having a massive Portuguese party in our dining room. Knowing me, I always make stunning first impressions. They managed to walk in on me as I just exited my orgasmic shower in a towel. Woohoohoo. Another few points to up my rep! Anything for the rep, guys.

So after I have DRESSED myself, I decided to be polite and reintroduce myself. I have just gone through a life changing experience—being cheek-kissed (the greeting type) 7 times in a day, and it’s both cheeks, mind you. It was fun I guess, very bouncy. I like cheeks, cheeks are nice. If I could, I would probably choose cheek stroking over sex.

Dedicated to Kati

that's what Reynan thinks about you!

You Can Probably Knit if You Tried Knitting Rather Than Complimenting Me For Being Able to Knit

Yet again the words of wisdom from Natalie Dee have inspired me. I'm going to find something productive to do now, like...picking my nose.

Eventful Uneventful Events

Pedro just splashed a splodge of excitement on my uneventful day! He just returned from Wetherspoon’s after having an amazing English breakfast that I solely regret missing out on, and he told me a story about a randomer who joined in on their conversation about phone batteries. This seemingly insignificant story in fact is quite inspiring! Why is it, that randomers have the power that can inflict such an impact on us? If they are truly just insignificant randomers whose existence are so insignificantly random surely they aren’t worthy of a mention? But contrary to that we seem to always find stories about randomers intruding on your life so significant that it’s worthy of being mentioned as a ‘special happening’ in your uneventful day! Where is the logic in that?!

Yeah, I try too hard.

I’m just in denial and can’t cope with the fact that, right now, my day is as uneventful as ever. I have accomplished jackshit. I think I may consider leading a new life as a lemon.

Period Cramps are a Bitch

well said.

Natalie Dee is the epitome of my life

A start of a brand new week, another exciting Monday afternoon, and I’ve accumulated to nothing but sitting in Pedro’s room reading some more Natalie Dee Comics. So far the only thing I can moan about is not having toothpaste at the ready for me in the morning because previously I lent it to a friend who forgot I had to brush my teeth in the morning and locked his door at night, causing me a moment of frustration till my trusty neighbour donated some toothpaste to me. One of the most uncomfortable things is life is to wake up and feel like your mouth is contaminated with a mound of filth. The second is probably the horror of having to take a second cold shower because somehow that problem still hasn’t been fixed. These are times when I’d wish we lived back in the older ages where even the Queen only takes 2 baths a year. In others, she just wipes herself. Excuse me if I’m wrong, since I only learnt this last night when RJ pointed that out to me in response to my cool interpretation of stone people showering.I wonder if stone people had bad breath. They must’ve, right? With all the (probably raw) meat they eat and obvious lack of toothpaste.

I wonder what will become of me this afternoon when everyone’s off to Wetherspoon’s to enjoy their English Breakfast. Maybe I’ll sit in a corner and collect dust. That’s probably the most useful thing I can do when I have no internet. Oh Mac, why must you be dead? Oh Jesus, why did you die? Damn it, if Jesus didn’t die this week we wouldn’t have all these bank holidays which is probably the cause of all my angst. Now I can’t get my mac fixed, I can’t go to the library, AND I can’t go to the gym. I’m internet-less, dumb AND fat.
Could things get any worse?

I beg to differ.