SLEEP

Yawn I am SO tired.

I'm feeling a little like the way this man looks. If not worse.

Yawn. Sooooooo tired. Happy new year, everybody.

If you've got something funny to blog about and you don't do it, it's a crime.

I thought this was good in a Team Ron kind of way.

You know?

Alrighty then

Yus, I figured you lot would want to hear my side of the story of the events of Sonja's birthday partay. (Fabby, I should say. Mostly.) So. I was tricked into walking straight into the path of the neighbours' fireworks. I screamed and ran into the arms of Bethman. It was demanded numerous times that I bopped in front of Leyla and numerous others. I yelled about cars in a conversation with Fran. I insisted I wasn't drunk. Nobody listened. I almost pulled a 13-year-old BEFORE I knew of his age. I went on to an 18-year-old with a name like a cross between 'Nishi' and 'Retard'. The 13-year-old wouldn't leave me alone. I frightened Nishi away. I amused Anji. I yelled 'LESBIAN!' on many an occasion. I cursed numerous times to Gemma. (The most attention I have ever paid to her.) I stole the French Fries from Gemma. It was funny. I was dubbed a 'legend' by Tara. I named one of Tara's comments 'truer words never before spoken by a minion'. I clung to Aisling. I truthfully told Avni she looked beautiful and that I envied her skin tone. She just laughed. It was suggested I drank Lambrini out of the cap. I formed a conga circle with a bunch of drunken guys. I destroyed my vocal chords in the process. I embarassed Weez. I yelled to Jaya to join us in dancing. She glared at me and continued to talk about willies. I failed to hide from the 13-year-old. I failed to understand why Cassie insisted she looked like a second-world-war wife. I had a humungously fabby time. I hope Sonja enjoys her present. Fnarr. (And I apologise to Rose for yet again stealing her blogging style. Hawhaw.)

Testimony of Team Ron

Testimony of Team Ron

Oh ye, who used to be great.
Now who will sing ye
Yon sleeper?

I see right through you

The point we are all trying to agree on, is that which as yet has been overlooked by the honourable Minister, concerning incidences whereby a member of the commons wants it to be jamming: hence the proposed Act states that in incidences such as these, said commoner should be put directly into contact with somebody slammin'.

''No! My hair looks wet and manky!'' ''But it looks nice wet and manky!'' ''Heeeeeeeyyyyy!''

Hahahahahahahaha. Swimming yesterday with Yuko, Weez, Bethman and Rose. Before this, Yuko, Weez, Bethman and I met Maddy in Woking to go along to Zizzi and eat yummy food. After this, many conversations occurred in the pool, like the one above involving Yuko and I. Not to mention many other antics involving us nearly being drowned in the waves and discovering that breasts do, in fact, float. In particular Rose's, and Weez's too.

I have discovered that I am useless at floating in a mushroom position, although I did manage to float once, but that was partly because my knee had hit the floor in the shallow end causing me to bob back up to the surface. It was quite funny. We also attempted to withstand the crashing waves in the shallow end, but failed; I ended up being kicked in the head by Rose's floating leg, then being swallowed by the water.

We also sat in the jacuzzi for a while, and discovered breasts' ability to float during this time. And my oxymoron speaking. Yuko was unimpressed with the fact that I commented that her hair looked quite nice whilst soaked in chlorine-filled water. Hence the conversation mentioned in the blog title.

All in all, it was a very fun time, and ended with the funness of ice cream. Perfect. I then caught a train back home and went off to Basingstoke rock n roll club, which was a good laugh. Yeah, I'm obsessed. I know, it's only rock n roll (but I like it).

Dance like Mr Russell

I think I speak for us all when I say...

Don't blame it on the sunshine.
Don't blame it on the moolight.
Don't blame it on the good times.
Blame it on the boogie.