I went to the rugby on Saturday



No, not that rugby match. It was local rugby - which isn't nearly as homoerotic. The boys won again. So I guess that proves that coke and rugby do indeed go hand in hand.

I've got The Used's new single on repeat at the moment. I love it! Great video as well >> go and watch it NOW! ;) I also quite like the new Fightstar song, too 99 (not so good video, though). So a few new songs out that I can't download. Oh well. They'll all be released in the UK before long. 'Til then I'll have to make do with the videos when I'm online. I'm seeing The Used on Wednesday so I'm very excited cos not only is Bert hot but I get to hear all the new stuff live :D

The weather's gone nuts again. It was boiling all weekend. Now it's really sunny but massively windy at the same time. And there was the earthquake in Kent, which was much bigger than the one that hit us two years ago. Crazy weather.

I'm sleepy today. Too much sun and BBQ. Next post: The Used squee.

Labels: fightstar, music, rugby, the used, weather

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I thought I'd post the pictures of Sweepie from last Friday when me and Ray took her to Pembrey Country Park.

Here she is not wanting to sit on the floor of the car on the way down:



She thought she'd do a much better job at driving:



This is me giving Sweepie a drink of water. In the next photo we're both being zapped by the sun!





Pretty soon she was tired and hot - she only has little legs remember:



That dust ball in the centre of the photo is Sweepie. She was chasing after a stick Ray had thrown for her:



After a while we had to sit down cos Sweepie was tired. So we picked a spot up on a hill and watched the sun set. Again, Sweepie didn't want to sit on the floor and, of course, her father gave in and picked her up (she's so spoilt):



She wasn't being carried - I just picked her up for the photo. As you can see, she was more interested in the passing cars:



Sweepie threatening to drive us home again:



And on the way home, we stopped at the harbour to eat some chips. Sweepie finished mine and then started harassing Ray for his (he only gave her one or two).



You can see some sun-pictures I took that night HERE. There's a couple of other additions as well, so please take a look at the site :)

And I updated my writing journal.

Labels: pembrey, photos, ray, sweepie, websites, writing

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I've had a very nice weekend. It went completely opposite to everything we'd all had planned but it worked out for the better anyway.

Ray and I actually had some time alone - the most unheard of things in our relationship at the moment. First we went down to the rugby and watched Tumble RFC win. Not only the game but the season - they are now top of Division three, which means they now go up to Division two. Hence why we abandoned the website. We only like underdogs. Hehehe. We stayed at the pub for a while afterwards but I guess they wanted it to be Boys Only cos they were all huddled together at the top of the room while me, Jem and Ray were down the bottom. At 7 we headed off. Then Ray and I went off to his house, ordering our first Dominos Pizza on the way home. It was a damn nice pizza, mmm. We also had most of Sunday to ourselves so we went window-shopping, which meant Ray ended up spending money, hehe. He bought an ipod-adapter-plug thing, so that we can both plug our headphones into my ipod at the same time. And he got a new hat for the summer as well, cos he has lovely pale skin but it does burn easily. He looks so cute. Much like Patrick from Fall Out Boy (the one in the hat obviously).

We were then meant to pick Jemma up and go and see Alpha Dog. But on the way to the cinema the engine started smoking. You have no idea how many times we all went, "The car's steamin'" cos we thought we were all so funny. Anyway, we pulled over and found out that the cap off the water tank had come off. So Ray found a lid in his boot that fit it (it had once contained glue so the car stank and we got a bit high on the fumes) and we filled the water back up. By then we had missed the film so we headed home instead.

Because it started raining - our first rain in about three weeks! - we decided we'd go inside and watched one of my new DVD's. The Island was picked, cos I'd already watched South Park The Movie twice. I like "The Island" but it is a bit daft when they're flying off buildings and surviving without even a little scratch. Nice idea, though.

Then this morning I found... brace yourselves... the new HARRY POTTER TRAILER!!! I don't know whether AOL have the only version of it at the moment but that's where I got the link from. So... there's the original trailer, which tells you more about the story, and then there's the brand spanking new one, which just looks so good. Nearly July 13th. Not long to wait!

Yep, my perving on only-just-legal Dan Radcliffe is about to begin for another summer. One of these days I'm sure to get arrested...

Labels: alpha dog, harry potter, ray, rugby, south park, the island, trailers

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It was my birthday yesterday. I turned the grand old age of twenty-four. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I quite liked being twenty-three and thought being twenty-four would just feel too old - you know, only a year away from a quarter of a century! - but I haven't actually thought about it. So there you go.

The day before (Monday) I went down to Bristol to see The Deftones. I wasn't a huge fan of theirs before going but their music was okay. Because of traffic jams holding up most of the fans, we ended up being right at the front of the queue so had the pick of the best spot when we got in, which was a stroke of luck. The band were wandering around before the gig, in and out of the venue, sound-checking and eating some foul-smelling food. Jemma told me who each of them was (I only knew what Chino looked like from the videos I'd watched on her DVD) and we watched how the "cool" fans in the pub across the road jumped on their seats to start shouting "Chino" whenever he went past. Hehehe. And we had fun playing the "Awesome" game with the security guards. Once inside, we went to the left-centre, cos dead-centre just would have been insane. I like being squashed up against the fence but I like to be able to breathe at the same time, so dead-centre is never where I go. I hadn't seen a Deftones crowd before so didn't know what to expect. Turns out they're mostly young uni boys and a few girls (not the new style of angsty-girls though). So I ended up holding up a heap of uni boys on my back - now that's something to brag about, huh? Hehehe.


The picture was taken by Jem's friend who was standing to left of us

The gig itself was really good. To be honest, I took my time to get into it. I was more distracted by the pretty-boy behind Jem who had his eyes closed and was waving his arms in the air with a huge grin on his face as if seeing Chino had somehow sent him up towards Heaven. He was funny. About two-thirds through the gig it just suddenly clicked with me and I really got into it. I think it had to do with songs coming on that I knew quite well so I could sing along - plus Chino had been a sweetie throughout the gig and cos he'd recognised us from outside kept singing to us, which I thought was nice. By the end of the gig I was dripping with sweat and bruised pretty much from head to toe.

Ray gave us a lift home and we stopped at the service stations and I was told to close my eyes. When I opened them he and Jem had a cake with candles lit and they sang "Happy Birthday" to me there at midnight in the car. I was allowed a present each off them as well - Jem had bought me two cute socks for my ipod and Ray had bought me click-on headphones cos the in-ear plugs hurt my ears.

The next morning I woken to find my arms hurt too much to even breathe on, someone had scratched down the back of my leg and it had bled during the night, and I had a really funny five-dot bruise on my knee. I was very impressed. I was given the rest of my presents - a book, a few DVD's, a funky bag, Thirteen Sense's album and some money for shoes - and had breakfast in bed. Later that day I bought myself some flat-ish shoes to wear with my skirts, and I had some money left over so I'll probably get some trainers as well. All I did for the rest of the day was eat cake! I also had a few drinks down the pub and Jem got drunk for me.

The next day it was Ray's mother's birthday so I had another day of eating cake. If I haven't put on a heap of weight this month it'll be a miracle. I still have an easter egg left that I haven't been able to eat yet!

I should be going out this weekend to celebrate my birthday properly. But what are you meant to do for your birthday? I never know. The gig the night before felt like the celebration, to be honest. We'll see.

Labels: birthday, deftones, presents

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Why is that, as a girl, my hormones/body/brain/whatever must make me cry whenever things go wrong? I know I'm not the only one this happens to. It still doesn't make it fair - or right. I mean, seriously, how many men do you know who cry when things break apart in their hands, or plans go wrong? Exactly.

This morning's not been a good one.

It started with a really bad night's sleep - the third in a row so you can just imagine how my emotions are probably at breaking point anyway. When I'm tired it usually takes very little to set me off. This morning I had a lot. And it wasn't pretty. I went downstairs, sniffing, thinking, Hmm, something doesn't smell too good here. I walked into the kitchen and found one pile of vomit and three pools of either further vomit or diarrhoea. Not nice. To be honest, this is the first time Zeb's ever made a mess. His sister had been ill before I got here so I wasn't even very surprised. Still makes my stomach want to crawl up my throat, though. I don't like icky things at the best of times - the morning's are the worst.

I had a shower and felt better for a while.

Then I got a text from Ray. He was meant to be picking me up today. We'd arranged it ages ago and I'd asked time and time again if he was sure he could still do it and he laughed every time, telling me he was sure and that I should stop asking. The reason why I kept on asking was cos my mother is away so couldn't give me a lift and my father is working late. So if I had to arrange another lift he had to let me know early. But he assured me everything was fine. Then Wednesday night he told me he might not be able to pick me up. Naturally, I was pissed but me being me I held it in and just took it with a smile - we were on our way to a family meal so I was hardly going to start shouting before that, was I? Anyway, he'd said maybe not definitely. Just to be sure I had a look how far away town is from here - 5 miles. I could walk that easily enough, I guess. Except I have a huge backpack full of heavy stuff, not forgetting my other bits and pieces in a handbag and the shopping I'd done for Jemma on the way down. So, I didn't really want to do that long walk. It was really a last resort type thing. Then with Zeb getting ill I knew I couldn't leave him until an hour before Roger got back in case he needed to get outside quick. So that plan was out the window. I thought it wouldn't matter - Ray would pick me up, as we'd arranged, and as he'd continuously told me he could. Then the text arrived. He couldn't pick me up. This time I couldn't keep my anger in. I think we had a fight via text message. Well, he sent back a bit of a snooty message - "It's not my fault I've got to work" - it is your fault you wouldn't let me make other arrangements though (irate girlfriend here, aren't I? Hehehe). My responding text message pretty much laid out that next time he planned on letting me down he'd better let me know before I get here and am stuck with no way home!

Of course there were tears then. Tears of frustration and upset and how-dare-my-boyfriend-let-me-down-shit. Pathetic, isn't it? It's annoying, sure, and he's totally in the wrong, but it is only a lift. Hysterical female that I am had to call Jem and rant to her. She giggled a lot but calmed me down and came up with a solution - my uncle could rescue me. He lives close by and I'd completely forgotten. The only problem is I hate asking people for things so that phone call was difficult. But he didn't seem to mind at all.

So, yes, there were tears. But the story has a happy ending because I do in fact get to go home. For a while there I thought I might be stranded here. Is Ray going to have a go at me tonight, though? Will we move the fight from text to person? Considering I know I'm in the right we might have some trouble if he thinks he did nothing wrong.

Funnily enough, though, those pesky girlie tears never materialise when I argue with Ray. Weird.

EDIT 14/04: we didn't argue. By the time he came over we were both just giggling over it all. Ahh I'm so lame at arguing, aren't I?

Labels: dog-sitting, ray

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It's been such a warm Easter weekend, which I don't think we've had in the UK for years. Naturally, I've spent most of the weekend outside on the decking, catching the rays and tanning. We even had two BBQ's - ahh, summer is nearly here.

I went to see Sunshine in the cinema on Friday. It sounded like a stupid concept (putting a bomb in the sun to create a new star, or something along those lines) but it was made by 28 Days Later director, who although talks really annoyingly (everything is a questions? when he talks?) did make that really good film. So I went to see Sunshine. I'm undecided on what I thought of it. It was sci-fi fantastic, and me being a sci-fi nerd I was happy with that. Why Iccarus had to sound like such a computer slut I don't know - "Yes, Cappa" has been my new catchphrase ever since. It is a good film if you're white. So if you find yourself strapped to the back of a bomb on your way to the sun one day in the future you'd better make sure you're a white person cos then you live longer, and, when you die, you die a heroes death. In the end there was just three white people running round and one rogue guy who was south american, I believe - south amercian dude was the bad guy, of course. And the end totally sucked. I thought it went like this. The bad guy said, "At the end of the world there will be only one man left standing. Just one man and God. And then when that man dies there will be no evidence left that humans were even ever alive." Cappa has a moment at the end, time's going wonky, etc., where he's the only man left. I thought, "Ah-ha, we (the human race) are totally doomed. We all die at the end - I love this ending!" Only to have a stupid bit snagged on the end where the sun suddenly shines and earth is saved! Lame; very lame. Sorry if I just spoilt the ending for anyone there but, really, it's a very predictable film. In fact, if you've seen Even Horizon then you'll know the plot - it's pretty much the same minus the arm-eating part. Still, it did look very pretty, and the racism aside it was a good-ish film.

But then I had another problem with it - the trailer for 28 Weeks Later, which is the sequel to 28 Days Later. I loved 28 Days Later. It was really good apocalyptic stuff, which is a lot like the books I write. This sequel looks like a really badly made zombie film. It's like Shaun of the Dead. I'm hoping seeing the whole film will make it better but I'm not holding out much hope. The first one was about a few survivors, this second film has way too many people in it, which just isn't what I like at all.

It's nearly time to walk Sweepie now. The weather's cooled a bit so she can enjoy an afternoon walk again. Plus I ate way too many eater eggs yesterday (most of them moping in bed last night) so I really need to walk it all off. Hope everyone had a good holiday!

Labels: 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, easter, Sunshine, sweepie

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Friday was an exhausting day. It's my mother's birthday today (Happy Birthday, Mammy) and we hadn't found the time to get her present yet so we had to go Friday. The only problem was the bus timetable. We could leave here at 11:30am but not be able to get home again until 4:30pm. That meant five hours of shopping. Not exactly a huge problem considering I like shopping these days but even I'll get tired after five hours. Jem and I ended up spending the first hour clothes shopping (big oops considering I'm extremely bankrupt) where I bought a cute stripey green tee-shirt and a green jumper - both on the sale, which made it all better in my eyes. Then we did the thirty minute walk over to the other "mall" I guess you'd call it; "shopping centre"? I dunno. Anyway. Once there we found out that the thing we wanted to get Mammy was nowhere to be found and so we had to change our plans. We got her some perfume and a cute bathrobe for Fall Out Boy (the dog) cos she really wanted a tee-shirt for him after she saw them all at Crufts. Of course, while in Pets At Home, we obviously had to buy stuff for our pets too. I was bankrupt so had to be strong and say "no!" to the blanket I wanted to get for Sweepie (she spends so much time in my room now that she really does need her own blanket so she's not messing up my bed) but Martha got a new pink lead to go with her spangly new pink collar:



I'm not usually a fan of pink leads and collars but when I got home Mammy gave me this really cute pink lead/harness set for Sweepie that was too small for her mother. I have to admit she does look absolutely gorgeous in it!



Saturday was the big Family Meal to Celebrate Mammy's Birthday. I'm not a fan of Family Meals at the best of times. When I was younger and things weren't so great at home they turned into a big bitch-feast' with me coming off as the bad guy cos I was muddling through and coping, when I believe what I should have been doing is falling apart and failing my sisters. That was never going to happen cos that's just not what I do. But as things have calmed again and I'm older and have way more confidence and won't stand for too much slating anymore, the meals aren't as bad. Could be more the fact that I just don't attend them anymore actually. This one I had to go to. And cos it was Mammy's birthday we all dressed up in our pretty girlie dresses (not Ray, obviously, but he did let me paint his nails pretty):





The meal itself was awful. Their only two vegetarian dishes were strange mushroom things that we didn't understand what they were until they were put in front of us. Jemma hates mushrooms so she and Daddy had a bit of a row. It soon calmed again, though, and apart from the few digs about Ray's lovely black nailvarnish (it's totally a generation thing; older men think it means something terrible but I'm not sure what) and Mammy getting too drunk, it was actually bearable. She had some presents and this one seemed to be her favourite:



The next day I spent the whole day half-asleep on the bed. It was warm in the sun and I just couldn't be bothered to do anything. It was like a Hang-Over Sunday only without the Hang-Over, which is, of course, lots more fun. Ray and I eventually went out for food at about 4pm. We decided on McDonalds eaten in the car down by the Woodland Park so I could coo over all the different dogs being walked. We both got HMV vounchers off our chips as well. I got £2.00 Ray had two £1.00's so we were quite smug.



When we went out to put our rubbish in the bin we almost got knocked off our feet by the extreme wind and spent the next ten minutes laughing stupidly over how mad my hair went:





I swear something like that is only funny on a sleepy Sunday afternoon.

I have to wrap Mammy's presents up today now so she can open them when she gets home from work today. And I think Sweepie is asking for a walk already! A mother's job is never done...

Labels: birthday, mammy, martha, photos, ray, shopping, sweepie

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