Child Stars

On Friday, I toddled home, pretended to tidy up for a bit, and then Steve, Krease and the Rozman turned up at my door.

So what did we do?

Well, actually not much.

Except make a lot of mess.

And watch Big Fish.

And make pasta.

Nice pasta.

I still haven't washed up the saucepans. That is because mother is not here to tell me to do it. And also because I am a lazy mofo, with no motivation.

They then went home, and I went to sleep.

Saturday was filled with English coursework. I am so bored of King Lear and his inherent gayness that I could cry tears of blood. And coxcombes. I hate the Fool. I have no interest in his relationship with Lear. I have no interest in Lear's shadow. He is gay, and that is all.

Sunday, I went for a very eventful lunch at Popa's, joined by Kris, Chris, Alex, Dennis, Pat and Jane-Louise. Popa, being blind, attempted to cook some clingfilm. That was the highlight, I feel. We then played 20 questions. Which was odd.

Time passed, food was eaten, and Kris and I dawdled home, to 'prepare' for the evening's events. This involved walking up to Blockbuster to buy more films. And biscuits. Steve and Emma soon arrived, and we squished down on the sofa which isn't actually a sofa, due to the fact that Dad stole ours. The "sofa" is more like a tiny squidgy chair, with a footstool thing attached to it. It is impossible to sit on. And if you attempt sit on it for too long, it gives you BUM ACHE. Which is not all that funny, really.

Anyway, so films were watched, pizza eaten etc. etc. etc., and then we all went to sleep on the floor in the dining room. And failed to get up on time to go to school. Oops. We caught the late train. It was nice.

Monday night was nice, as I went to bed early, due to an empty house. Ahhh.

Yesterday was eventful, however.

I met Stalker on the train, and we trundled up to London. We then tubed off to Ally Pally, which took several thousand years, as Ally Pally is actually in North Africa. Or it may as well be, considering how far away it is. We spent a while trying to sell John and Sian's tickets, as they were not able to join us.

The first band were the Ark from SVEEEDEN, or something. The man wore the tightest trousers the world has ever seen, along side braces, a leather jacket with a huge fur collar, a big silver necklace, and a shiny shiny hat. They were more than slightly gay, it has to be said. Regardless of the incessant thrusting.

Juliette and the Licks followed, which was good, as I heart them anyway. She was veeeeeeeery hyper indeed.

At last, the Darkness came on stage, Justin Hawkin swinging in on a giant pair of boobs. As you do. In fact, that's how I get to school. They were grooving, and played all my favourite songs. Yay. And the crowd wasn't too scary. I managed to leave with both shoes, and all my jumpers. Which is always a good thing.

Getting home was easy enough, and then I stayed at Stalker's. In his ROOM. Which was scary. I was tempted to try to find his secret porn stash, which all boys have because they are boys and that's what they do. Hide porn. That's right. But I was too tired, and I could not be bothered.

In the morning, his mother dropped me off in Chertsey High Street, and I skipped off to school, where I promptly fell asleep in every lesson.

I spent four hours doing Blodge coursework tonight.

It's not finished. Sigh.

Tomorrow, I am going to see Tis Pity She's A Whore. Again, I know. But it is really good. And it's at St. Gayorges, so it should be funny, if nothing else.

Friday is sitting on babies time, and Saturday, Mother should be returning from her homeland.

And then it is half term.

Ahhhhhhhh.