I'm officially going to Sheffield Hallum University in September.
Chicka chicka yeahhhhh.

 

We bought matching pajamas, put a tent up in my front room and had a sleepover.
It was the most fun i have had in a while. We watched superbad AND juno,
i am so smitten with michael cera:


Tomorrow i get to watch the superbad special features dvd.
chikka chikka yeah!
Tatty elbowed me in the face and i was certainly going to get a black eye:



Somehow i actually don't have a black eye although it does hurt.

Well i guess it would be nice, if i could touch your body,
i know not everybody has got a body like you.

Our prank calls failed because everybody knew it was us. botherrrrrrr.

i'm propperrrrr sleepy now so i am going to bed.
Interview the day after tomorrow eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

I feel like i should do an entry about Paris,
but everything is one big blur, so:

Hello Sidney, welcome to the road outside my house. How are you? I miss you. Every morning since i've been in Elgurn, I get up at the same time which is really really nice. It's wierd to have that kind of routine. And i'm getting things done. There's a piano in the house, and i've been playing it everyday. I can play with both hands. I'm getting really good. And i look out of the window and it's really pretty, like so much space, and nobody there.

Except! Oh my god, all last week, everyday i saw the same man running past and i can't figure him out. He's easily 45 years old and he looks russian, like i would imagine everyone in russia looked like in 1965. He has thick, jet black hair and this big bushy mustache, and he dresses like he's still in the 60s and he runs in such a wierd, stiff way. I think he's a soviat billionirre. Or he's a spy in hiding. I just want to know where he's going so badly.

Since i've seen him, i've been noticing that everything here doesn't seem like it's from the right time. Like, i walk past the newsagents in the village, and their window display can't have changed in 15 years. The magazines have been bleached by the sun and the models on the covers don't have faces anymore. And outside the pub there are these two old men who just sit there all day wearing tweed and looking bewildered, like they're waiting for their bus back to the 1940s.

In the evenings, i can sit on the roof outside my bedroom, and it's dark, and i can really think. And i realised last night that you take in so much information in the course of everyday but it's upto you how you interprete it. You decide that it's lizards running the world and then in a day you see maybe 2 pictures of lizards, which you wouldn't even have picked out before, but now theyr'e super significant because you're switched onto lizards, nothing else.

Do you know how many Sids there are in Elgurn?
Loads. They're everywhere.

yeahhhhh man, i'm getting £596 from college because i am on a "high cost course" and i don't get ema and other factors.
mega mint. i bought myself a big breakfast and a pair of shoes to celebrate.

life. i so don't get the point at allllll. we laugh until we cry, we live until we die. i have no self-restraint. i think i'm begining to warm to the idea of relationships again. but ever has it been that love knows its own depth until the hour of separation. "oh god." "oh god what? xx" i realise that this entry makes very little sense but i don't think i could make it make sense even if i tried. i could however have used capital letters, but i'm lazy. shitters. crappers. really though, the whole reason for living is to reproduce, but what's the point in that? the whole point to living is to reproduce, that's why everyone wants sex and that's why a lot of the time, life revolves around a specific member of the opposite sex. and i mean it totally revolves around it.  i shouldn't even be a part of it though cause i dont' want children. and 19, i'm only (nearly) 19 for god's sake woahhhhh i dont' need a boyfriend. this is what i feel like doing:

 Only one purchase today, and it's a creative book so it counts as educational?



£4.08