beavis & butthead

this is me before i walked all the way home from bromley. the weekend just passed was indeed, a walking one.

i'm off to josh's party in norwich today, and i'm nervously excited. or excitedly nervous? i can't tell which yet, but either way, i'm not sure if pvc gloves will go down a storm in diss.

i made cupcakes, of which i'm praying some photos are taken of. i made an extra effort, and plucked letters out of the sugar decorating alphabet to spell out a number of names and words, including "josh", "birthday", and "twenty one". i rang last night to remind j of when i would be arriving at the coach station. my dad had previously warned me that it was strange to ask whether or not i could bring a suitcase;

"when you go to someone's house they don't get out a tape measure and check how much luggage you've brought"

i couldn't help but ask, and josh agreed this was a strange question. he later told me that he has recently been propostioned by a middle aged gay man. but that's another story. after said phonecall i accidently switched off the answering machine. dad needed to record a new message, instantly. apparently. each attempt he made mistakes, fumbling for words, to the extent that we were both cracked up in silent laughter

soon i'll be leaving for the coach at victoria...

the coach journey was super long and lonely, and i felt that all my fellow passengers, mostly on their way to great yarmouth, were rather unimpressed with me. and perhaps of a shallow gene pull. i felt my nose twisting in to toffee, but was rather amused... to be continued