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So much to write about. So little time. It's 12:30am, and I have to be up in 6 hours for work. So much for getting loads of sleep. 

I don't remember the last time I posted, and I can't be bothered to check, so I'll start with Sunday. 

It was that day once a year when I end up on my parents' friends' boat. With my parents friends, and their children. There are days like Sunday, when I think I could actually never have kids. Like this 6 year old girl was just attacking me with her Nintendo DS, and I mean like shoving it in my face and shouting at me and stuff. It really was quite violent, and I was pretty scared. Then she tried to rip my earring out, and licked my hand. I was sufficiently creeped out. I think I just attract weird children that want to jump on me and attack me. 

But the day had its good points. Drinking cider. Getting sunburnt (I know that's not normally on the "good" list, but it'll turn into tan, which is good). And just like, being on a boat. I was tired though, so tired. Despite the horrific experience I have just had with a Nintendo DS, I actually really want one. 

So. Today. Or in fact, yesterday, Monday. 

I had a very unproductive morning. I still haven't done any work. I went down to London around midday, and my sister was actually on time for once. 

We went down to Covent Garden into the amazing retro sweet shop :) it was awesome, but I didn't buy anything (as I got lots of pic n mix style sweets from Marie later). 

I went to H&M. I haven't bought clothes in a month. Or more. Probably more. So I spent £30. I know I shouldn't have. But I couldn't help it. In all fairness, one of them was a practical purchase, because I bought a bag, and I've been thinking about getting a new one for a while, and now I'll actually be able to find stuff in my bag rather than panicking I've lost my phone because it's hidden amongst random other things and is just far too small for it's own good anyway. 

What else happened? Potentially on the guest list for Death Cab in July. Wouldn't that just make my year. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much about the possibilities of meeting Chris Walla, and the rest of them of course... it's just so hard. Marie has really awesome work friends, they were just talking about getting backstage passes to Glasto and stuff and I was like "why aren't the people I work with this awesome?" ... maybe I'll steal her job. 

Zut Alors were really good. I was well impressed, so much so that Marie got their CD for me. I had to run off to catch the 10:15 train cos I wanted a lift home rather than getting in a scary taxi. Both journeys I got my ticket AND railcard checked, which was weird, because I've never had my railcard checked before, and the barriers were up at Cambridge, so it's not like anyone without a ticket could actually get through. Maybe National Express are just stepping up security though, who knows. 

I feel like this has been quite brief, but I haven't really been thinking enough to be specific about things. No doubt I will have more to write next time, as I'll be complaining about the fact that I'm working 7 days straight. Starting tomorrow. Oh it really is going to be superfun. I have a zillion photos, and not enough space or botherment to put them up, so if I don't take any pictures for the next few days, then the ones I've taken over the last couple of days will be the ones going up. Photos today are of swan and signet on the river *cute ^^*

My iPod had a bit of a spaz on the way home, it completely froze. Stupid Jimmy Eat World. I hope it never does that again, it really scared me, and I had to reset it. 

Oh well, nothing more to add. 

Bai.

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