As you may have guessed if you read my bulletin, last night me and mi mam went to Halifax for a party!  It was brilliant! When I first got in I dint wanna take my coat off cause I only had on a crop top and although everyone else was walking around in skirts and pants, and short tops I was a little paranoid. Mum went and hung around with my mates in the bar (which was strange for both of us. They talked about Butlins, Catering and dogs).

Anyways, so I went into the main room and looked around and bought some stuff and all was good. But out of the corner of my eye I see a proper dishy guy. Well in the meantime people were just taking clothes off and changing right in front of me (which I never wanna see again). So when everyone started dancing me, Jo, and Claire went to have a 'boogie' and mum came and joined in. It was all good. This band came on and really got everyone going. They played lots of drums, and percussion. It was a Morrocan band. I'm now in love with Moroccan music. I want more!

Later on, I went to sit in the other room for a bit and talk to the organiser. (She's soo lovely and taught me some new dance moves, lol). I told her I wanted to play with the drums, and then she shoved me to this table with the band. I was like... ''. They showed me some of the drumming sounds and stuff you can make and do and anyways, that fit guy I saw earlier came to the table and sat down and began playing with me- and the drum. It was brill! I played drums. They even asked me to go on stage and dance for them. But I was too shy and said no. Next time I won't though. So yea. That was that. It was brill! I got to dance and play this foreign drum. And that guy kept smiling and watched me dance. Unfortunately I left before he got off, but I'll see him again at the next party, so all's good.

I only wrote this cause I was bored, but when I get pics I'll show you all...

If I can find their website n all I'll bulletin it cause they're amazing. They go from lots of exotic unaccompanied drumming to songs and stuff... also the head guys a brill chef too apparently.

Hiyas everyone!

For those of you who went to the College party- I hope you had a good time. I LOVED it!

Althought Fabrik was really small and hot, and you felt reaady to pass out- it was really fun with good music. I had on the coolest clothes, like cold cool, cause they were white, so I didn't get as hot.

I met this really cute/gorgeous guy n all. He was sooo lovely. So yea, we danced and made out. Before him though I made out with another guy. Not sure what he's called though.

One of the taps was broken so I got soaked when it switched on, and I spent a lot of time dancing with Jill and Lizzy. There were a few suprises that night, like one with Lizzy, another was when I got to dance with James (we have this kind of thing) and another was when people began to climb through the windows.

I was there till 2 and got up at 6:30- but I loved it. I was shattered the next morning though, and near enough dead in history, and as usual mr T was being 'funny' and then set us work to do!

Oh well...

When I begin to remember more- I'll post it all up proper.

Last Friday night was one of the worst nights I think I've had! I volunteered to babysit for my cousins like an idiot, and that night when I got upstairs I found that there would be three of us in my uncles bed. Me, my sister and my cousin Danielle.

Well, at first me and Em couldn't sleep. It was way too hot, and so we were all grumpy and hot. As if that wasn't bad enough Danielle who was half asleep took up half of the bed. My arse was the only thing keeping me on that bed.  It's big enough to put up against them. Then Danielle woke up properly. She alerted us to the fact by trying to roll herself off the bed, over us.

Well she was hyperactive at this point. She tried to make us look in her face to make us laugh, but made us laugh before we tried by saying 'Look at my face, it's really funny'. At 2am anything is funny. So we were in hysterics over nothing. Then the neighbours started banging, but not on the wall

In the end, the other two began fighting and I was the one who ended up whacked in the head and sleeping on the sofa. This was about 5am. Then at 6 ish, my lil 3 year old cus woke up and made his way down to me on the sofa, and thought the only good way to wake me up would be to pour last nights left over orange juice on my face.

I wasn't very happy!

But... his cute face was too cute to be mad at.