Saaaaaaaimon

I really should start blogging more often, because I keep forgetting what I've done, and who with, and for how long, and all those other important deets. For some reason though, I just can't be arsed with it all. Which is a shame, because I really heart the blogging on occasion.

Also, I don't know how to spell occasion.

And my nails are too long for the keyboard.

And my teeth feel numb from chewing all that gum.

Anyway, recently, I have been to the cinema numerous times, one of those times to see the AMAAAAAAAAAAZING Hot Fuzz. Truly epic. No Shaun of the Dead though. Close, but not quite. Also, I have had the mocks of joy. Which have been hilarious, more than anything. Particularly as I made up a lot of stuff about Byron. Hooray. I have also spent many a day with Fran, who is very ugly, and this was nice.

Tonight, I went to Simon Haslam's party, filled with all the scariest of people - boaties, and girls from LEH. Not a good mix. A terrifying one, it had to be said. But as I am a fabulous friend, I dragged myself away from the homework de la art, skipped off to Rose's to drag her out of her sick bed, and trundled off to Tom's, toting a large 3 of spades playing card.

It was naise.

Lots of spacky photos, as is necessary.

And I wore my pregnancy dress, whilst Rose looked fit as.

Never mind.

Anywho, is bed now, I think. Good night, mes children.