Samm and Dan vs. TFL

Hello guyyyyyyyyyys.

I've just had such a busy weekend, and I am absolutely shattered right now. But it was so so good, best in a while.

On Saturday I had to get up at like 8 so i could get to Oxford. Longgggg car journey and then a bus to the town centre. Seriously, Oxford is such a pretty place. Though this Open Day wasn't as good as I was expecting. I don't know if it was because I was tired or not, but I just couldn't get into the swing of it. And there were wayyyyyy loads of very posh private school kids there as well, so I'm not even sure Oxford is where I wanna go anymore, but we'll wait til the actual college and music open days. Not gonna go for the Choral Scholarship though. Too much.

So after a long day of sight-singing (and badly), another bus and car journey led me to Ryan's house. But it wasn't just Ryan's house. It was Ryan's house + 9380239 guests. 9380239 being like 4. But yeah, the point is that it was loud in that kitchen and full of smoke. I met Ryan's friend John for the first time and I have to say that he's pretty G. Just after I got to Ryan's, we went to buy some munchy stuff at Tesco's. Me and Samm spent £10.37. On crap. Good times these are. Then we just lounged about, bullied John, watched movies etc. Ryan was an old man and went to bed at like 12.30am, and everyone else fell asleep at like 4. Apart from Samm, who did not fall asleep. And I think John was up watching 'Porn Week' anyways. It was the funniest thing ever, cos Leah nearly farted in John's face when he was sleeping :D

Me eating a chocolate digestive, John dead on the trampoline.

Needless to say, I think we had 12 hours sleep between us, so we were all very tired today, and after a morning of sausage, bacon, chocolate digestives and Pepsi Max, me and Samm left Ryan's for what can only be described as one of the most needlessly painful journey I have ever been on. 2 crap ticket machines, one of which wanted me to pay £10.50 in banknotes only, and another that decided that my 'invalid' £5 not wasn't good. However, it had no problems in not giving me it back, and so it nearly got eaten by the machine. Bad times. Then the Circle line was shit, and the Victoria line was shut. So we went on some long trip to Earl's Court and changed tube there, only to be welcomed with announcements such as 'We apologise, but this train will terminate in 1 stop,' and 'WILL ALL PASSENGERS LEAVE THE STATION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY...

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is a test...'. Stupid thing. So we got to Victoria with like 10 minutes to go, and  nommed on a MacDonalds. And then the freakin' train that we rushed to get on went a different route to what it would normally, so I was like WHAT WHERE WHY HOW for the first half of the journey. Not cool.

All these events have led me here, to this blog. Writing again to nobody. Haha.

Dirty smokers

I guess I should put in some kind of controversial political view in here, but I really don't know what. I dunno.

I want to write a book. And compose.

I need to sleep, I'm rambling now.