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.
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