Nobody Writes Them Like They Used To

So it may as well be me!

Ahah so I have this BFF. It’s pretty nice.

Good Day Sunshine

This winter has been full of lovely days.

They’d be lovelier, though, if you’d stop calling me a whore.

Falling, Falling, Falling, Falling

Oh wowsers.
I like keeping secrets, it’s kind of why I drive people crazy.
I also like to think “ooh what would happen if I told this person the one thing I think I shouldn’t tell them?”
One example of this was on Tuesday night when I said “Hey Tom! I Made Out With Your Best Friend” and he said “HAHAHHAHHHAHAHA I will laugh at him when I see him”.

There are more examples. These do not include a certain English Boy. But he is probably the most awkward thing to say so I maybe won’t.
DEAR LIZZIE. STOP GETTING DRUNK AND TELLING PEOPLE YOUR SECRETS PLEASE. THANKS LOVE SUBCONSCIOUS LIZZIE.

This Is A Good Time To Start Dancing To That Song, Man

Today is a nice day since it’s the day that sees all the departing flatmates actually depart.

This is a nice day for me because the horrible girl I live with has finally decided she’s too good for me and little Timmy. We replaced her days before she left by unplugging her television and placing it neatly on the floor. She was surprised, mostly because she hadn’t told us she was leaving. Everyone else did, though.

Today also meant that my BAD CRUSH was leaving from his convenient home a few doors down. Just like the word ‘bad’ implies I should be more glad. I am not supposed to even be his friend, haha, since he’s horrible and has done horrible things (to other people). Needless to say, Timmy is very disappointed.

He’s always super nice to me, though! In fact, he and I had a lovely chat before he catches his silly little jet plane back to Manchester. I haven’t really seen him for a few weeks, and the last time I’d said goodbye was a little more awkward than nice.
SO I just think it was really nice, because he came and we chatted, and then he left to get his bags and stuff and I thought he was gone.
THEN he came back and he hugged me goodbye and I said “I’ll call you when I accidentally find myself in Manchester” because he promised to take me to nice music and he said “yeah I’ll be disappointed if you don’t” and really, I don’t care if he was lying.
He also says ate funny.

So, bye. I just think it was a bit nice.

Picking Up Pennies With My Cold Cold Hands

Abby is right. She said “I feel so sorry for those poor boys”.
Poor boys is about right. Poor boys is right because I’m pretty keen to leave everything to them and then have the nerve to shrug it off when it’s just not quite right.
I think we’re simply a pair of commitmentphobes who really want nothing more than blind guessing. Say one concrete thing and I’m stuck like a deer in headlights before walking away without a word.
At least we’ve found each other and form some kind of couple in paired gatherings. We’re pretty much dating each other as much as we’d date anyone else out loud.

I got Sarah Blasko’s new album today, which actually came out today, without realising it. I clicked onto a site that I had free credits for so they’d stop sending me more and more emails. It’s okay. She’s always nice in winter, maybe. I recognise the second song and I can’t figure how. I haven’t listened to triple J in forever. I guess it’s on an ad somewhere.

I have been making extreme efforts to sleep in. I have to stay up until 3am, but I can manage 10am some mornings, now.

I’m a funny little critter sometimes.

Gotta Keep The Devil Way Down In The Hole

Funny day!

I am being blamed as a disease carrier.
Big Hels is getting married, but I get to make the invitations.
Tom called me and he wasn’t drunk. We’re going to Harry Potter.
Alisha is back. She is going to talk to Peter Pan. BAHAHA.

Oh, You Girls Will Never Know

BC BC BC BC BC BC BC eek.
I’d say that’s a pretty accurate summary.

I met Rob’s girlfriend (again) and she is lovely. I told her she would be invited back to the chicken and everyone laughed.
I looked at the dipping sauce, scoffed and said “I could make that”.

Apparently, I’m hilarious. I have so many stories, and they just keep coming! Haha.
I got the ‘wow, Lizzie, you either are tightly wound, or you go all out’ and stuff and I was like ‘yeahhh maybe you don’t see me that often’.

I dance like I’m retarded and I like it. I get overly excited when they play the songs I like. Like Jungle Drums was a good song and they played it twice (even possibly because we actually asked nicely). Rikkkkatungatunga Rikkkkka Tunga Tung Tung.

I believe that I made friends again, but they were more creepy, and one guy stole my drink. Well, I gave one guy my drink because he got really creepy and started offering me drugs. I should stop being so liberal with high fives.

I saw two guys and I told them that they had, respectively the number one and number two tshirts that I had seen. Number two was pacman, which was pretty nice. The boy appreciated me telling him I thought so. I think.

I was standing in a bathroom line with a girl who told me ‘not to mind but [she] was dancing’ and I sympathised, because when you need the bathroom YOU NEED THE BATHROOM. I added a nutbushy kick element into her routine and she liked it. I think it helped. She then asked where I was from and I said ‘around the corner’ and then she said ‘I mean you sound American’ and I was terribly disappointed.

LITTLE STEV IS THE COOLEST KID I KNOW. He is especially cool in clubs. I don’t know how he stayed in Newcastle so long, no one appreciates him there. He gets beaten up at McDonalds. And it’s ridiculous. You should see that kid. He is amazing. He owes me a drink, but I did buy him VB hahahah and then told him I didn’t know what it was.

I saw some people from uni, but not the same number of people that I thought I’d see. It was pretty nice, still. One’s going back to Cessnock for a while, so if you’re worried that she’s stalking you, you won’t be worried for the next three weeks.

I was going to make this a short little post, except I keep having extra, disconnected thoughts that fit into a few sentences.

I HAVE SOLVED THE MYSTERY OF MY SNEAKERS BRUISES. I always wake up on Saturday, and I think ‘wow where did I get all of these bruises’. Wow, so turns out ABBY has been the culprit. She likes to pull me away from bad boys. It’s pretty nice of her, though!

I discovered that saying ‘ate’ in an English accent is HILARIOUS.

I am sometimes somewhat of a skank, but that’s okay. I’m okay with that. I have no problem with that.
Where are my Arrested Development DVDs. JEEZ.