The documentation of the best day of my life so far.

I'm considering permanently leaving the internet because I hate everything about it... Although I quite liked it yesterday and I seem to hate everything today but hey ho, I guess I'm just in a super-bad mood or something. If I did completely leave the internet I'd have no way of communicating with anyone (which may or may not be a good thing). Anyhow, as I'm not sure what I am going to do, I decided I'd better document the best day of my life (which was like 3 days ago) before I possibly quit.

Saturday May 23rd 2009.

I woke up on Saturday morning and just wanted to go back to sleep. I woke up enough to go get on a bus with my mother (yes, the best day of my life was spent with my mother- how sad is that?!). So, we went forth into the very heart of Manchesterland and had a stroll around Primark and went to Greggs before heading off to the cinema... At this point I was still feeling shittily sleepy... but then it all changed. We saw Night At The Museum 2 (IMAX)... It was a hoobacious film and way better than the first Night At The Museum film. Afterwards, we went back to my mother's house and just hung around for a few hours. Bla, bla, blahhh. That's the boring bit over.

Then it was time for the Morrissey gig. I was excited about it, but not overly excited as it wasn't the first time I had seen Morrissey and I was still really sleepy. We went to the pub beforehand and some ginger dude was trying to chat up my mum and a Scottish woman wouldn't stop talking to us. The gig was awesome. It was possibly the best gig I had ever been to (although, being pregnant made it feel waayyyyyy too hot). All of my favourite songs were played. It was generally awesometastic. After the gig, we waited outside for a few hours. Boz Boorer came out and signed a ticket! It was rad. Then it got even better. By this point, almost everyone else had left (apart from me, my mum and some scottish woman... not the same one as earlier). A very nice security dude obtained a drumstick and a setlist for us. So now me and my mother have joint ownership of a Boz-signed ticket, a drumstick and setlist. The night was rather fruitful. I was certain it could get more fruitful, but it didn't. I knew in my heart that Morrissey was still inside the Apollo, so I waited for as long as possible. But eventually I was forced to go home by my mother. I would have stayed there all night by myself if I could have done, but I had no way of getting back the next day. To say the least, it was truly disappointing. However, despite not getting to meet God (Morrissey), we met Boz Boorer (who is the next best thing) and obtained some hoobacious items. It was the best day of my life.

So as that day is documented, I shall tweet for one last time and leave the internet for either forever, until I get bored, or until I have been to sleep, woken up and forgotten that I hate everything.

Hoobletoodledoo.

Oh my gosh...

I think there's something wrong with me... I'm being wayyy too nice for my own good. It's my half-brother's birthday tomorrow and I made him a cake (see picture above)... It's not amazing, but it's the thought that counts... right? It has some Chuggington character on it... I'm not even sure of his name because I've only seen Chuggington once or twice, but he's obsessed with it... hopefully he'll like it... It's pretty darn messy, but hey ho! It needed some blue on it, but I have no blue writing icing or even food colouring.

Anyhow, to add to the freakish niceness, I actually spent over £50 on him. I was only going to get him that rainbow aquadraw thingy (which cost £25) but I was out shopping today and I kept finding cool clothes I wanted to buy him... So he ended up with a super-cool dinosaurified raincoat, a batman tshirt, a buzz lightyear tshirt and some spiderman pjs... I'm not sure he'll be too pleased with those because when I was little I absolutely loathed getting clothes for my birthdays, but maybe as he's only 2 he's too young to really think clothes are stupid.

Oooohh... and I got him a really cool card with some funky giraffes on it from some fair trade shop... and then as I was writing in it I realised that on the inside it has a big thing about thanking the lord... It's quite amusing because I'm the person people would least expect to get him a card like that... It is rather hoobacious though.

Must. Stop. Being. So. Fucking. Nice.

So yeah, I did something big...

I told everyone I'm pregnant (via facebook)... Well, I'm not pregnant via facebook... that would just be weird and impossible but people found out via facebook.

I'm kind of worried about friends forming negative opinions of me and not wanting to be friends anymore, but to be honest I don't really care what people think about it. I think I'm going to avoid facebook for a while to avoid any awkward questions though lol.

At least it's all out in the open now. I'm starting to look pregnant so I don't think I'd have been able to pass it off as getting fat for much longer. I'm so glad I don't have to keep hiding stuff anymore and I no longer have to remember to be careful about what I'm saying.

The squigglytiddlypeep is due on October 19th, so I'm 17 weeks pregnant at the moment. Seeing the scan was amazing and it made it seem so real (in a good way). I have another scan in a couple of weeks and I can't wait!

Yes, it was the result of a drunken accident, but I don't regret it one bit. I love it even though it isn't born yet and it's amazing. Kind of worried about October though- I'm still traumatised from when my mum gave birth to my half brother... it must be a lot more scary when it's actually happening to me... I'm actually quite excited though! =]

So that's the full(ish) story.

Hoobletoodledoo.

I made a cake.

I made a cake. It tastes hoobacious, but it looks like crap. It was supposed to turn out all colourful and whatnot but it didn't. Next time I want to make an interesting looking cake I'll use a different recipe. It was fun to make, but it really, really was quite a shame that it wasn't so photogenic. Not only does it taste good, but it feels awesome in your mouth. All in all, I'm quite pleased with it... despite the fact it went wrong.

I'm going to be making a few cakes over the next few days because I need to perfect my cake making skills by Tuesday because I'm going to make my half brother a birthday cake.

Baking is fun.

I couldn't get the picture of it to work for some reason, but it looks like http://www.twitpic.com/589qn <-- that. =] Hoobletoodledoo.

My furball.

Before you start reading: NO JOKES ABOUT FURRIES!

I think I'm going to cough up a furball. I feel like I have a lump of hair somewhere in either my trachea or oesophagus, not sure which. I keep coughing and couging but I just can't get it up (not that, you filthbag- the furball :P). It's horrible and I wish I was a cat because they're supposed to get furballs. I feel like some kind of anomaly. Maybe I'm not really human, or maybe my body is trying to tell me I'm really some kind of human-cat hybrid, that it's been masquerading as human all these years and now it's time to come out of the closet... or cat litter tray. So many possible theories. O_o

Perhaps I'm wrong and it isn't a furball... Maybe it's something to do with my current affliction. I have swine flu (although it's really just a bad cold, but swine flu sounds more dramatic :P)...

Speaking of swine flu, the Egyptian pig massacre was ridiculous... I thought Egyptians were supposed to be clever with all the pyramids and stuff... In fact, why didn't they just lock the piggies in a pyramid for a while so they would have time to research things properly? And then if they still felt like being absolute retards, they could have sent all the piggies to another country... preferably this one because I really want a pet pig.

... Anyhow, back to my cold. It's a nightmare! I filled up a whole bin with used tissues, my nose is a waterfall, my head hurts, my throat is somewhere between sore and itchy and blahblahblahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. >.< Although I did fall asleep with my head on the dog this morning... could have inhaled and/or swallowed some dog hair I guess. =/

Anyhow, hoobletoodledoo!

A very sad day...

Oh no. Over the last few weeks I have grown rather fond of a young cat called Fluffy. She's an adorable little ball of fluff with a tail bushy enough to put Basil Brush to shame. She acts more like a dog than a cat and is fucking hilarious... Sadly, some shit happened and now she has to go to some kind of kitty orphanage. Not only will I never see her again, but it will make her 10 year old owner exceedingly sad. I've begged and begged the grandparents to let her stay here for a bit, but they wont because of the dog and the rodents. Apparently the dog would hate it, but I know for a fact that Polly loves cats and the most that would happen would be a wee bit of doggy jealousy. The rodent problem would be easy enough to get round - I would just have to find a way to stop Fluffy getting to them which would pretty much only involve moving Jarvis into my bedroom and not letting Fluffy go in there. I don't understand why the grandparents have a problem with it. It's a very sad day. =[

In other news, I am now up to date with my Waterloo Road DVDs. I bought series two and the second one of series three... tonight should be fun... lots of Waterloo Road whilst spending hoobloads of time brushing my hair. I might even dye my hair today. What colour? I hear you ask... BROWN! Yes, a normal colour. In fact, my natural colour. I haven't had that since about three months after my 16th birthday. I don't miss it whatsoever and I have no idea what my motives for wanting brown hair are, but hey ho! XD

I'm still doing the Volvic 14 day challenge. I think I'm on about day 20 now! I'm loving the volcanic hydration. I might turn it into the 14 year challenge.

I passionately hate both Bejeweled and Tetris. No matter how hard I try, I just can not beat my highest scores in either of them. It's exceedingly frustrating!

Anyhow, hoobletoodledoo!

Toilet Origami..

Gosh, it has once again been quite a while since I last updated this.

I was doing a quizzy thing on facebook earlier and one of the questions was 'do you scrunch or fold toilet paper?' and it got me thinking... Why would anyone bother to fold it? It takes more time and effort and is blatantly pointless. It would be ok if someone was going to see the toilet paper, but it's going DOWN THE TOILET not to a tea party. There is no need to make it look aesthetically pleasing, especially when it's going to end up with shit or something on it. It's fucking ridiculous. Origami is fine... but not when you're on the toilet. >.<

And ermm... I can't think of anything else to say apart from that I'll update more often... but I always say that, so pay no attention! :P