When I write a title I like to have it related to the topic discussed within the bulk of the main blog, but without giving it away too much. So straight off you go "What?" but then once you have read the full blog you go "Oh now it all makes sense". Today I have not done that, not by any stretch of the imagination. You know what I'm going to talk about, but simply because you are so bewitched by my story telling you will read the blog regardless.
My weekend started on Thursday night and on that night I attended a "gathering". I enjoyed it very much, I consumed some alcohol, but not enough to make be sick in the toilet. Or anywhere for that matter. Walking home from this event technically took place on Friday but because I'm not a pedantic little sausage I will still include it in the Thursday paragraph. Walking home was fun, because it was so deserted we even walked across a round about. Rule benders. Once I had split from the main group and was going home by myself I got flashed by a girl getting out of a taxi. Before you ask, they were alright, nothing special.
Friday was a lazy day, a day to catch up on the rest I missed the previous night. I woke up fairly early (about 6) and went for a jog. Then when I got back in I went to bed again and had what I call a lie in, until 9. I then got out of bed excited because my FIFA 12 could have been delivered, as I got to the top of the stairs I could see that the post man had already been. Oh god, FIFA 12. I'd been waiting for it since March. Bound down the stairs. Leap the bottom 5 steps. No FIFA 12, just a local newspaper and some boring bills for my Mum. I was let down, upset even. I went straight into the living room and watched 150 minutes of comedy including shows such as "Would I Lie to You", "Outnumbered" and "Mock the Week". Certainly a triumph for the BBC. Then I saw my friend with a massive chin for a small period of time (I'm allowed to call her that, she's a bloody rubbish friend and doesn't read my blogs. If she does read this then she can tell me off). Once she'd cleared off I got my head down and did some boring college work until tea time. My friend with a large bottom for a white girl then came over to my house and me, her and my little sister then spent time just generally fooling about. At one stage I even stuck a vacuum cleaner to my face, although the joke was on me because little Henry sucked so hard that he gave me a bruise on my face. It looked like I'd been in a bloomin' fight!
Saturday! On Saturday I spent the morning larking about waiting for the post man and my copy of FIFA 12. For the second day running the post man didn't keep me waiting, he was at mine by 9.30. Just without FIFA 12. It's not his fault, I blame Amazon. I pre-ordered it in Spring, you'd have thought they had plenty of warning. I ended up having a little kick about in the sunshhiiiiinnnnneeee, glorious glorious sunshine. Upon returning home we had a barbie in the back garden and after lots of beautifully cooked meat we watched television for the evening. Love television. Love FIFA more.
Finally what did I do yesterday?! Finished of my college work in the morning, watched a bit of James Bond too. Brosnan Bond, not Craig or Connery Bond. But the main event of the day was going go karting. Me, my sister and my Daddy went go karting as a belated birthday treat for the old fart. In total we spent 30 minutes on the track and I did an average speed of 39.8km/h, I came fourth out of eight. Average. Just the way I like it. When we finally got home I had a quick skype with the previously mentioned large bottomed white girl and then downstairs to watch X Factor. Don't judge me.
For today hopefully my FIFA 12 finally comes and also mine and Patrick's 5-a-side season finally starts, hopefully we can only improve on last year. I think this must be the longest blog ever done on Alex'n'Paddy, and I didn't even talk about the new look! I'll save that for another day. Terra, I hope your eyes aren't exhausted after that.
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