I have cold feet. I remember this one show that was called Cold Feet. It had a fat guy in it and that guy who's always on the Yellow Page adverts. The yellow pages really frustrate me, its so goddamn thick how the hell are you supposed to find what you want from all of THAT it just makes me want to be sick. I'm have violent travel sickness, this one time I was sick over my two friends and they werent best pleased, it went all over the back of one of their grans car too. My gran and grandads car is all black and I havent been in it a while. I havent been to Newcastle in a while either which is bad because I need to get some acrylic paints for my art coursework and maybe pop into Games Workshop for a nosey and just to pester the members of staff. My Steven is applying to work in Games Work shop, it'll give me extra reason to go in and pester and stuff. I always seem to pester or distract people, I never do anything good or anything of high value. I jsut stand there and go BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER. Like the Potter Puppet Pals which is great, I like the pipe bomb episode, me and Krystyna and Chris usually sing the whole "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape" bit or generally just slap and say BOTHER and I'm amused cause Chris manages to hit the really high BOTHER note that Ron does. I slept at Chris' house about a month back and found out he went to my Comprehensive school and he and Krystyna and Jonathan gave me this drink that tasted like liquified Harribo but it was alcohol, it was a red one and a green one and a blue one mixed together and somehow Jonathan got it clear. The glass on my window is clear but I cant see it cause the curtains are in the way. The sun's shining through a few gaps.

Wouldn't it be nice for the sun to just warm my feet up a bit?