I have butterflies in my tummy and I can't get rid. I think its because I'm entering this competition and I really wanna win. I have to think of what I'm going to do for it and its making me NERVOUS but excited too. YAY. Not gonna say what it is yet cause I'm one of those weirdo superstitious types. Or am I? Yes, yes I am. I still find it uncomfortable to walk over three drains. What a freak. The other day I saw one magpie and I was in a bad mood and said under my breath "Fuck off Mr Magpie I don't give a SHIT about your family." Then I thought, that's torn it, bad luck coming my way now. So do you know? I actually apologised to a BIRD. What the EFF? Yep, I'm cool. Its official.
So I decided to get involved with GMAIL. All my interweb life I've been a hotmail girl and I'm starting to notice how many people are going over to GMAIL. And the other day I used Gmail Chat when I was at the radio station. My name was Arnold. How odd. Anyway so I thought well I know about 10 people who are on the G Chat but only 5 on MSN. So I signed up for an account but I can't get the chat thing to work. It might be because I have no one to speak to on my list. It says I can invite people to chat but when I try it doesn't work. I tried to get Caroline M involved but she never got the invite. Or maybe she doesn't wanna chat with me?! Nah course she does. Ah well. Stoopid G Mail. How interesting.
I went to the gym yesterday as promised. It wasn't as traumatic as I'd envisaged. My arms ACHE today though, but I'm going back this arvo and then RUNNING in Regents park tomorrow. I know. I've changed.
Oh Em Gee, I've just downloaded Metallica's Unforgiven. I caught a snippet of it the other day as I was walking through Camden and I thought, ah GREAT DAYS in English class back in the day. I used to also listen to Rage Against the Machine's classic, "Killing in the name of." I was a naughty 16 year old in class and I distinctly remember listening to this song on my personal stereo in Mr Coales's english lesson and mouthing the words "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me." right to him. He was saying "Leanne! Stop that!" And I was like "What? Its not me, its the words to the song. Its not me, its the RAGE." I got kicked out of his class for 2 lessons. I had to go into group 7. (I was in group 1 so that was quite a knock.) They were all reading Beowulf I seem to recall...
Its Catface Comedy next Wednesday (8th). I think you should come. I've gotta rehearse the dance thursday night and its going to be HOT. As in sweaty. YEAH that's how I likes it.
And on Sunday of course its SW1 radio. I've just downloaded some great great songs so you know what to do. Sunday 10-12pm www.sw1radio.co.uk thats right. You better bring it.
Until next time.