So that was that then. We went to the V & A museum, walked around a LOT, got told we couldn't go to places because they were too busy so they closed, felt like a survivor of some kind of apocalyptic event as we waddled through the crowd at South Kensington, had chicken, took (too)many photographs, had an ice-cream, had a stroll, watched a small kid with a large afro enjoy a water feature a lot a lot, debated if they ever dredge that fountain outside Buckingham Palace for cash, pretended to some tourists that the Queen was arriving in a helicopter, pointed at things, all in all we sort of did London, just really badly. BUT HELL it was a nice way to spend a Friday. Especially as the sun came out! The train journey home was the worst though! It was packed worse than canned fish and i had to rest my face on the train door and every time another train passed ours I thought the world was ending because it made a sound like KLAAABOOOMMMDDEDEDEDEDEEE and i was like 0_o. [INSERT PAUSE] "DID SOMEONE SAY INSERT PAWS??" Rusty get out. "Sorry." Oh apologies for the pause/paws there (not that you would have noticed it because this is text based rather than speech based so pauses only exist if you generate them yourselves in your heads! Maybe if I wrote it in ...) Anyway yes Colleen randomly popped up on MSN. Lovely! She's perhaps the funniest drunk I've ever known. Hmmm, it's close between her and J though. J more for vomit comedy.

So I'm sitting here at 2:42am. I have about 2 weeks worth of work to cram in to the next 3 days. I wish Bournemouth would have offered me an unconditional offer rather than the conditional kind, i think i may have felt a lot more relaxed about this whole FMP thing if they had. Oh yeah, Bournemouth made me a conditional offer based on DMM. I should be able to do that as long as FMP is not a complete failure. I need to cast an actress holy christ. Also need to send some work to ARU and talk to Stafford about interview dates. Needless to say though, Bournemouth has jumped out in front as my first choice. Is it bad that I don't even know exactly where Bournemouth is? I am so ridiculously underprepared for uni. I haven't been there, I haven't spoken to anyone about it, fuck this is most definitely the wrong thing to be thinking about at 2:48am. wow. Life-changing decisions not being made very well anyone? I think so!

I finished that book by the way. I read for like 2 hours tonight because i literally could not put it down (man that sounds so tacky but honestly it's an amazing book (not amazing in the way that say Shakespeare or J.D. Sallinger or e.e. cummings or elements of Camus is amazing, but for a modern novel pretty damn good)) - double brackets ftw. The end few chapters made me tear but not cry so hey I'm improving lol! fml I sure do cry for pointless reasons. But hey I don't waste my time with politics. Life is too short and we're almost dead. sorry that song just came on. (Lyrical Lies - Cute Is What We Aim For) I've gotten out of writing poetry for a while. I don't know why that is. Maybe it's a good thing. I guess it's partly because I write here instead. Having a blog saves lives, or certainly prevents scars. Good work Blogspot. wooo! Argh I'm tired. It's 2:59am. I got into London and looked at the big clock and it read 11:11. I thought it might be a sign. Of what I don't know. RIP Casey Calvert. I should go. x

RUSTY SAYS: "I thought he meants paws like Bear paws. I tried writing poetry once. Unfortunately I couldn't get to grips with Trochaic Octameter so I wrote a haiku instead.