Pinch, punch, first day of the month! No returns. Hello dearest reader, what a lovely day tpo be sat inside watching Newcastle lose to the team I despise most in the entire whole wide world. But I'm still in a lovely mood, and that's because for once my life is actually going pretty sweetly. Whilst tomorrow marks 14 days until I begin my dreaded examinations, my weekend has been bordering on fantastic so far. Not only have I done something social each day to this point (OMG) but I have also done things socially that have been enjoyable. If you are a true fan you shall know that on Friday night I went to see Fast Five, the latest installment in the street racing based franchise, and boy was I impressed. Whilst it actually departed from the slick street racing setting that drove (geddit?) the previous films to success it was stupidly enjoyable. Explosions, guns, muscles, cars and a lavish helping of poon tang made the film exactly what an average punter like me was hoping for. The critics aren't going crazy, but that's because they are in fact dicks.
Now for me to help you understand the title of this blog, since watching the film I have pretty much been addicted to racing n ting. As soon as I got in from the cinema I was straight on my preferred games console in order to play my favoured racing game. Oh my and the speed was incredible, how could a VW Rabbit get bare mph? With me at the helm of course. Since rediscovering my love for racing games I have actually put effort into buying a car and making it look like the main car is Fast Five. I know, I'm a loser.
I shall finish telling you how above average my weekend was when I blog for you on Tuesday, but for now, terra.
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