OFF TO THE BUTCHERS.

nothing tremendous has happened that floods of people are gunna come on here to read cos they just have to know or they will blow up into smithereens.
BUT.
on friday i went to charles richard walker's house, it was a blast. (haha, i don't actually talk like that y'know.)
then he came to mine on monday. woah you netherandals; i missed out two whole days, but nothing happened apart from a hour long of chinese comsumption and a few minutes of giving presents.
yeah anyway, my house. quite boring but ah well still had a jolly good ol' time. ps, walking against the wind with a thin coat on is quite chilly, but y'know what, it was worth it.
oh darn the world! i missed out the highlight of the very short weekend! went into selby for eight whole hours. sounds boring? well get over yourselves you pathetic pieces of scheisse. it was awesomated, had a barrelful of laughs and some weird conversations but hey hoe, the way we go (riding on a donkey) i loved all of it. well maybe apart from when i got thrown on the floor by a group of aliens. (i don't actually know who it was, but when i find out, they're off to the butchers.)
to the left is me and my lovely friend amy tomlinson attemping to do a dance that we have to know off by heart by wednesday. not going to happen.