Drunken women.

On Saturday I night I went out with family, to go and have dinner with a family friend. On the way we passed this rather drunken woman and because it looked as if she was trying to get into this car we stopped to check she was okay. Her reply was that she'd never been so drunk in her life. So, my stepdad who was talking out the car to asked where she lives, she answered that she lives 'round the corner and asked for a lift. Now, not only was the car full, but this lady looked as if she was at the point of drunkenly throwing up, and so he said no, but turned 'round and said 'Jeff'll walk you home though' to which I get out the car, take the keys off this lady so she doesn't scratch our car and hold her up. So with this drunken, cider stinking woman slumped onto my side. She kept repeating three things over and over again. These being that she was so sorreh, that she was so embarrassed and that she'd never drunk so much in her life, this was often followed by her telling me that she'd never drink again. 

Despite the fact that she repeated those, I couldn't help but feel as if she was chatting me up, she enquired as to which football team I supported, about whether it was my Dad in the car, and then asked me if it was my Mum or my girlfriend in the car. Not only was she asking such odd questions, but her hand kept on slipping from my shoulder to my arse. Not only that but when we got to her drive she had to go over to our car (which was following slowly behind) and say thank you to my parents, telling them that they have a really nice son and that she wouldn't mind taking me home. I was quite worried at this point. I finally get her to her door and unlock it, give her her keys and put her through it. She then turns around and goes in to full on kiss me. Now me being extremely worried at this point, turn and end up being kissed on the cheek by this drunken lady.

I got back into the car and complained about cheek smelling of cider.

It really sucks to be a good guy.

Tweets, Books, Music.

So this is the part of general rambles...

As you guys may have noticed, I have twitter! I'm still slightly confused by the whole prospect, but if you guys want any source of insight as to which may (or may not) be in my blogs, feel free to follow me. Though, don't feel as if I'm telling you to. That would be weird and dictator-ish of me.

I'm reading a new book (for those that are interested), it's called The Book of Air and Shadows by Michael Gruber and is quite interesting. It's about the finding of a secret manuscript which leads to a lost play of Shakespeare and involves an Intellectual Property Lawyer being chased by the Mob. For those who've read the first part of today's blog posting and know of my venturing to Birmingham, I need to make sure to check where bookshop are before I travel. I arrived early and ended up wondering around for half an hour hoping to run into a bookshop, unfortunately I did not and ended up calling random people in my contacts list (I'm sure the were grateful) and wondering around HMV looking at CD's I wish I had the money to splash out on.

Music wise, my taste has been described as very Indie. Mainly because most of my friends haven't a clue as to who the artist are that I listen to, and because I generally detest music that ends up in the charts. I had an interesting conversation with someone about the difference between new and old Indie and how I listen to both. I'm seeing The Wombats in a week today! You guys might not have a clue who they are (I suggest you have a listen if you don't) but it's something I'm really excited about and I just thought I'd share with you. Also, a girl with brilliant music taste is www.onegirlandheripod.com, just saying.

I probably could've stuck this at the end of the last post, but in the words of Laura Marling (another brilliant artist), 'why should I please those, that will never be pleased?'

Laters

School, whore, sale.

Hello all.
I always seem to have trouble starting blog posts, introductions are always unpredictable in everything. Either they go smashingly well, or they suck mahoosively (good use of the English language there).

Today's blog comes in two parts, general life stuffs, which you may or not care about at all, and just general 'non-life' stuffs which I just wanted to express a little.

I started sixth form last week, this being my second year, but having failed so badly last year, I'm resitting my first year. Joy. As it's relevant, I've taken Physics, History and Art (Last year was the same but Maths in the place of Art). I spent the first week borrowing my friends bag because I was disorganised and didn't buy a bag until the very last minute, which I ordered it online. Yay Jeff! -hint sarcasm-
History, isn't as interesting when you're just relearning it. I just end up trying to answer the questions to have my History teacher ignoring me, and telling the guy sat next to me all the answers... It's dull. Though, to try and make sure I'm on top of everything and get as high as possible grade this year, I spent the weekend before my history lessons studying and making notes from, the notes I made last year..
Physics, I'm thankful I'm not the only one resitting it from last year. I know NONE of the new people, and spending the year secluded wouldn't have been very fun. On that note, Physics is fun. It's interesting and we always end up doing something stupid. Last lesson we raced to make circuits for a chocolate bar, I of course, didn't get one...
Art. I am so indecisive. The topic for Art is nature, and so we're drawing/painting/sculpting animals, and I have no clue as to which animal to sculpt. I want something interesting, but not something to hard, bearing in mind, we're using clay, which isn't exactly my forte. I'm doing a  Leopard out of watercolour though, so that should turn out all right...

Often I am regarded as a bit of a 'slag' by my closest of friends, whom (when with someone) have long lasting relationships (say minimum of about a year?) whilst the longest I've had has been 10 months, and the rest only last about 3 and a half months. What's worse is in the past there has been a lot of them.

It's my sailing club's 125th birthday on the 24th September (a week on Sunday) and my Mother's organising it. When I was down there on Sunday, a man who had sailed there when he was just a boy (he knew my stepdad as a result) came to hand back a trophy that he'd had stored in his loft for the good part of 25 years and within 5 minutes my Mum had invited him and was acquiring ticket money from him. You guys probably couldn't care less, but it just made me smile that she'd managed to sell it to him that quick.

[editedly added on] Being silly, I made a list and completely skipped a huge section of life stuff that I wanted to tell you about. On Tuesday I went to Birmingham as the girlfriend had an interview there for something (I'm still not entirely sure what it's about... whoops) and so we had a sort of short afternoon date type thing. Whilst waiting on the platform for the train I was greeted by this adorable little lady, we exchanged pleasantries and then I got out my rubiks cube to which she rambled on about it and how long it was until the last time she'd seen one and if I could do it or not, to which I did (I being a total show off). Speaking of old ladies, the first thing which we did was she HAD to buy these doughnuts from some place that I'd never heard of before, so we bought them and when leaving Bullring (the big shopping centre) I may have attacked some old lady (accidentally!) with these doughnuts. It was followed by a lot of apologies (apparently sorries isn't a word.. and me being given the dirtiest look. Whoops. I also almost stole her doughnuts when leaving to go home, pity she noticed...

End of part one of today's blog, on to the less lifey stuff now .

I don't like TGIFriday's.

Okay, I have been way too busy. I always have things to write and tell you about, but I never seem to have a chance to sit down and actually write! It's pretty darn frustrating!
I'll work my way backwards, and start about today, and how I am no longer a TGIFriday's virgin, but I don't like it...
The food was way too overpriced! I am a bit of a cheapskate, but I really didn't want to pay that much for what I got. I didn't really like the food, I mean it was good, but it was just all right. I would've paid far less for the same thing anywhere else...
I really didn't like the waiters. The guy who served us, was very up in our faces, he said 'yeah?' after EVERYTHING. I just wanted to slap him.

I've been to the movies. I never go to the movies. The first one I went to see, was The Smurfs movie. The Smurfs was a good film though, it takes the piss out of a lot of other movies though .

On Saturday, I also went to go see One Day, which is really good. It's kind of like Titanic though. It's all right, up to the point of something massive happens (like the Titanic sinking) and the it's an amazing film. I would recommend going and seeing it.
I had to catch a train to go see them. So, I went and jumped on a train to go home (which I had to wait half an hour for). I was just wearing a long sleeved t-shirt as the day before it didn't stop raining, and it looked sunny that morning, and so I thought 'why not?'. Well, I also forgot that, I'm living in England. I got off the train, to which it started POURING it down. My house is a half an hour walk from the train station... Though, because I'd see her, I must have looked like an idiot, smiling whilst walking soaking wet in the rain...

Something else I should tell you about, I acquired a rubiks last week, and can all ready do it off by heart! Doing it in under a minute is going to be hard though, seeing as I can only barely do it in under 3!

I really do need to catch up on everything else, but life is too hectic at the moment, and so, it comes first... Sorry guys!

Hopefully, I'll write again soon!