Goth it up love!

Honestly, and I will get questioned about this but what the hell, Cat House? A goth club place that is split into two sections of industrial cyber metal shizz and then a bit of everything, SO MUCH BETTER THAN FIREWATER.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I had an awesome time in Firewater, but Cat House was SO much more my thing. I felt a tad intimidated in Firewater, I was in my own comfort in Metal central. Goth clubs are better anyway - I can feel like I own the place.


I love Sinead.
And I officially love Sarah.

Anna

hello glasgow

So, arrived here on Tuesday and was left in the station for an hour by Sinead. But it's alright, really. I didn't even mind that much, genuinely.

Tuesday was nice because I just kinda hung out and chilled with Sinead at her house and watched Casanova, which is AMAZING! That night we met up with Chris and John and went to a cheap-ass pub called the Counting House, it was really nice and I think we probably drank a bit too much. It was all drama discussion in drunken voices lol, but was cool all the same.

Mhazz and Ian showed up at the pub at about 10 ish and we just hung out and then went back to her's - was nice to be a bit of chill out day. And Mhairi bought me really nice prezzies =]]

The next day - MY BIRTHDAY!!!! - was amazing! Seriously, I had such a good day. So, that was yesterday, got my nose pierced and hung out with Sinead, Ian and Edd in the afternoon. We went to go see Indiana Jones, which is possibly one of the most epic films I have ever seen for a 're-make', for lack of a better word, after not having a film like that from Speilburg for a long time. I probz just spelt that wrong... how embarrassing. Oh well.

I think I have to go just night because we're going for a picnic but I will write more about the week so far really soon!

HAVE FUN.

Anna

Bed time? Pardon?

"Yeah, laugh! You won't be laughing when I forcibly remove your shins in an attempt to make you a more manageable height"

Or something along those lines... One of the funniest things I've ever had said to me.
So, it's like quarter to ten and in a minute I'm going to bed. Just after I've ripped the Happy Feet soundtrack onto my computer and then put it on my phone to listen to while I'm away. Along with all the songs I have to learn for rehearsals over half term.
Homework = listen to music = Awesomes!

In 12 hours time I will be hanging out with Sinead. I'm so looking forward to it, it's unreal.
And then I get to see Chris and Mhairi and Ian. And Alex.
And Dan =D



Jem came round tonight, we went for a drive and just acted like goons, I laughed hard - I love that girl. I have a really good time, and I had my first present from her. I top with a snake on the front, "SNAKEBITE" written across the back of it, she knows me way too well, heh.
I recieved an early present from my mummy and daddy as well - a money jar type thing in the shape of a vdub camper van, gotta love how much attention they pay me. It's shocking sometimes. This will be a good week.


All hell breaks loose in Glasgow just before I go there, though. JOY!
It'll be fine, though. I hope.
Bedbedbed



Anna

SHOPPING

I haven't actually ever been this excited at the prospect of shopping with my mother before.

Weird!

Chris said he would forcibly remove heels from me, if I wore them around him.
I find this idea amusing, so I'm definitely going to wear them around him =]

Anna

I miss...

Rosie.
Random thought, random timing.
But, I do.

Terribly.
I will see her on monday, though.
We will probably go out for dinner, bitch and moan about work and be disappointed that my 18th won't be spent with her. Although, the on-going joke that I call her on special occasions, drunk as hell and mumble love down the phone hysterically (that sounds difficult, but, seriously, I do it well) will definately come up. And then, it will definately happen. On my birthday (see, 'special occasions'), drunk as hell.

We have such a lovely friendship.

chaos in the hut

I could actually strangle some people.

I will never, ever, again tell my mother to stop yelling at me when she CLEARLY is not.
Today at work this girl Sophie had a go at me a bit for not running my food, she could've just said - "Anna, your food is here, it's been here for a while, can you run it?"
Because the only reason I didn't run it, and often don't hear my name being called is because I have a section on the other side of the restaurant and Zayd doesn't shout anyone's names very loudly. AT ALL.
So, I'm all looking at her kinda like blankly because I seriously don't know what to say to her freaking at me over nothing, and she starts going off on some shit about always running my food. Oh, wait a minute, did I not just mention this? It's because they always give me the section at the back of the restaurant!! You could just inform me nicely that my food needs running. You harsh small person. I then got a bollocking by my manager to watch what I say to people because I may have muttered, "shut up..." under my breath while walking away. Oh, my word, Sophie - get some fucking balls.

THEN, later on, I had to do a birthday shout out; which I'm fine with. I lit the candles, and needed the music to be turned down before I went out there and I said to the entire population of the bar (mainly Sophie because she was right next to the switch), "can someone dim the music for me?"
No one answered so I just said, "No? Okay then. I think it's alright anyway." There was a tinge of sarcasm but it involved a light hearted chuckle to indicate I obviously didn't really give a shit whether they did or not, actually I found their ignoring me quite amusing. But, Sophie was all, and I am SO NOT joking....
"Oh my god, stop yelling at me!!!" Like, actually screamed at me to stop yelling at her. Irony?
Do I, at this point, have the right to stab someone? Because I think I really should. Some one that annoying, with that high pitched a voice just does not deserve to live anymore.

MY WORD. Some one give that girl a muzzle, or something.
Thank the Lord I'm leaving that place.


Anna

here's the thing...

Holy crap.
I just watched a video of Rapture Cabaret. It's weird to see Brandon, like to actually see him move about and stuff, even on camera. For so long I just had some pictures and a voice to go along with them.
And I miss him.

I think about him every day but I think he assumes I don't anymore. I do, I really do. I care about him hugely, but he's super distant with me. Then again, if he reads this, then I'm not surprised.
I haven't been distant with him though! And he was the one who made himself far from me when he got a girl.
Now, I finally find someone - ish - and he's completely backed away. I mean, I kinda understand, 'cause it sucks but all the same, I still wanted to talk to him then - I persisted. He's just running. So, run little boy. Self preservation and all that shit, think it's a little late for that now, don't you?


I decided! I'm going to help Martyn. I've already thought of how and I know all our friends will want to as well. So, I'm going to get that all sorted as much as possible in Glasgow. He's in trouble, he needs help and I want to show him that he's not alone, and people do care. Especially me.

I'm working tonight. Again. 4-F. Again.
It just makes the time go SLOWER until tuesday. What is it, three days now? Gosh.

Me and mummy are going to buy some high heels tomorrow. Like actual heels, because the only ones I have are like two inches - if that - and my legs would look killer in some proper ones. Chris will hate it.
I don't care.
Get over me being taller, boy. You... Brutish man, you.