"Argh! I Think My Leg Just Fell Off"

That was the world's WEIRDEST St. Valentine's day. Not even kidding.

And I'm being asked to blog about it.

Sigh.

*cracks knucles*

Uh...

Well, I awoke at around six a.m., which was very very interesting. I was unable to drag myself back into the land of sleep, so I crawled out of bed, and watched le tele for a few hours. I pulled on my fabulous (not) skirt, wiggled into my nice tshirt, and hopped out the door, bringing all my worldly belongings, including the kitchen sink, and a kettle.

I caught a nice train, and spent the entire forty minutes listening to some scientist babble on about his view of life, the universe and everything else. It was actually relatively (haha, I am the only one in the ENTIRE world who will get that joke, as it is a very funny joke, but I was the only one who heard it. So. There was no point in pointing out that there was a joke, but I thought I should so that in future years, I can look back on it, and remember the very hilarious joke that I accidently made that no one will ever get) interesting.

I arrived dans Waterloo ten minutes early, so I wandered around aimlessly. Well, not aimlessly, I was looking for batteries. And then, as I tried to put the batteries into my bag, Thomas magically appeared, lolloping along like a friendly dinosaur. Hahaha. We soon found the Fatman, and made our way out of Bomb-Central (Waterloo), and took some crazy, long route to the Tate Modern, which, as it happens, was rather close to Waterloo. But no matter. The Tat (har har Thomas) was filled with odd bits and pieces that I cannot be bothered to relate, but I am sure that you can imagine the ingeniusness of it all.

Next, we wandered round, seemingly aimlessly, Tom dragging out his ginormous map (no, that's not a euphemism) and us laughing at him. A lot. We eventually found our bearings, thanks to me and my fab eyesight, and deposited ourselves at Wagamama. Niiiiiice food, even if Tom can't take the spiciness of it. Loser. Fati and I stood in the loos for a while, blow drying our faces, and made use of our time with stereo fringe fiddling. Which was nice. We stole some postcards, and skedaddled (nice word) up the stairs, and off to Trafalgar Square for some lion climbing and being cold.

Somehow, after a nice long tube journey, we ended up rambling round the natural history thingymabobby. And it has to be said, it is the world's most boring place. So we sat on benches for ages, freezing our arms off, and scribbling in my most amazing and wonderful sketch book thing that is full of amazing and wonderful things. Science museum thing was next, and, contrary to le usual, it was a boring place. With the exception of the flashy electric thing that was SO NICE. Ahhhh, it was so so so nice. I shall marry it, and have lots of little sparkly electric baby things to sell on ebay.

What happened next? I cannot remember. One sec, my chums, my brain has disintergrated. Ahhh yes, we trundled off to Covent Garden for chips and HMV. Uhh. Yes. Oh yeh, and buying of Emma's St. Valentine's Day card. We ended up buying a 'Good Luck In Your New Job' card, which I thought was extremely appropriate. Ish. We dawdled back to Waterloo, left poor Fati, and boarded a train to the next destination. Emma's house. We spent the entire forty minutes decorating Emma's card ( I am a genius), and watching some random woman brushing her teeth on the train. Err, right. We were greeted by an overly inebriated Emma, being supported by a Michael. We soon got lost, as Emma was too out of her head to work out which was to go, even though she goes by the route day in day out, from school. Well done Emma.

We arrived at Kris's (er, what?), to be greeted by a shriek from Kristina's mother. We ran upstairs to find Kris's room in a slight state of disarray. When I say slight, I actually mean total. The rest of the motley crew soon arrived, and we sat in Kris's tip, eating and gluing stuff to my nice sketch book. Always fun. After being extremely manhandled by a certain Oli Grale Grandma (no, you may not give my a hicky), we went off to Emma's abode, and the manhandler left. Awww. Ugh, my water tastes icky. Ah well.

I can't actually remember what happened next, but it was something along the lines of the lights being switched off, and all that we could hear was Muse (yay) and Kris and Joe "at it" (yuck). There was multiple breast prodding, and intense difficulty in working out who was who, and where and why. My poster just fell off the wall. Ah well. There was a lot of kissing - Mike, you give the NICEST kisses in the world. Awww. And your arms are soft. Awww. And you have big hands, but we won't go into that now.

Then le Thomas had to leave, so Emma, Mike and I sat on the bed. The spastics soon had to leave, so we skipped up to the station with them. On the way back, I had a slight spazz attack when some guy in camo gear cycled past us, and so we sat on the cold pavement for half an hour, discussing the day. I LOVED that bit. Twas cool, cool, cool. But alas, it was too cold for our frail bodies, so we skipped back to Emma's at super speed, and sat on her kitchen floor, being generally weird. We moved over to the living room, listened to terrible music, went on MSN, and then wiggled off to bed.

That was a GOOD DAY. Thank you, all you lovely idiots for making it so nice, after my exceptionally horrible last week.

I hate you all.

For better written, and more involved bloggings of the event, go to:

www.littlelandofnowhere.blogspot.com

and

www.chainsawzombie.blogspot.com