I haven't been online in HAGES and its cus my computers knackered (on kates computer now), I've been doing my dissertation and exams and essays and these past few weeks I've been stressed about LIFE.

For all my Stokey brethren, I'm sorry I ain't chatted in ages or even been back home, just can't find the time as of yet. I am back Saturday but for me brother's engagement party thing and I've gotta leave early Sunday so it's all shits and giggles right now.

My two main concerns lately have been finding somewhere to live (in Bangor) and finding somewhere to work. I've gotta move out of my shit house in 1 week, and the plan at the mo is move into Kates for a month. That'll be fun, but it's the hassle of moving my stuff. Got a house viewing for a new place on Saturday though so there's HOPE. I like hope.

And right now I still work at Morrisons, and the money is enough to allow me to live, but not even to allow me to go crazy and make some of the amazing purchases I've made over the years like.. that remote control helicopter for 40 quid that I got bored with instantly and dismantled using my window and the floor.

 

Yeeeeeeah.

And me, for that matter.

Recently anyways I've been getting IDed a lot. I've put a lot of it down to me shaving regularly, getting fatter, and having shorter hair. But I got asked how old I was on the bus (the driver let me have a child fare, hehe, but that was cus he's nice and I was skint), and I've been getting IDed for beer all over again. I'm 21 now, christ!

But Kate... her story is much better.
She got IDed recently in Stoke (which is fair enough), but on the bus she was asked if she was half or full fare! Ace.
And a chav asked her how old she was and figured she was about 17. Again, very funny.
The best bit, but most worrying, was at Chester Zoo. Buying food I got charged for an adults meal and Kate for a kids one, even though her serving was a large one. Funny that they think she's 12, but what the hell do they think of me?

It's still hilarious though.

And she's bald. Hehe.

New Years was wicked cool, me and Kate went for a Chinese meal with my sister and her boyfriend then to a casino where we met my big brother and his fiance. My big brother got in to a fight that night by some bouncers, ace.

Bangor's boring again cus there's 'work' to be done. I have essays due on Tuesday! Oh yes.

But I went paintballing the other day and came home with 13 wounds. Got shot in the head, the knuckle, the legs, and on the back 9 times. Went to Amlwch or something cus this bloke from work owns it and we didnt play the 1 shot you're dead rule. Which meant I got injured. Didn't dislocate me arm this time though!

And Potts rang me last night to confirm that I'm goin to Amsterdam in 2 weeks! 24th Jan me and him fly there, and moider for 2 days until Peep, Miller and co. join us. It shall be fun!

So yesterday I head back up to Bangor. I've got a massive sports bag full of all my christmas presents, history books, and Lost Series 1 that I stole from Kate, and I have my backpack that's smaller and has my trainers and shoes in. So yeah, I board my train and dump my big bag at the baggage area and sit down.

When I arrive in Bangor and go for my bag, it's not that. So I stop the press and panic in the disco for awhile and tell the train blokes and they let me have a gander on the train, until a passenger tells me that some old bloke took my bag, and he's left his.

So I take his bag off the train, and go and sit in this transport officer bloke's office and have a rifle through the old man's bag. Basically in there was old man clothes, old man slippers, old man hearing aid, christmas puddings.. but then it got weird.. there was a Masons guidebook thing, one trainer (on it's own), and.. the entire first series of Desperate Housewives. That one was just a bit out of place.

So I left them my contact details and they said they'd get back to me. I told my mum what happened to, and in the space of about two hours she'd managed to ring both of my sisters, my brother, my nan (who prayed to St. Anthony, God bless) and she rang Prestatyn police station cus that's where she thought the bloke got off with my bag.

But yeah.. to end it all abruptly and dull... they found my bag and I just have to go and collect it from Bangor train station now.

Problem solved.

He's a brilliant man, that crazy Santa Claus. Apparantly in Holland they have a Santa, except his hat isn't like the one he has over here, its red and tall and much more like a mitre, which, if I spelt correctly, is kind of like those tall hats that bishops wear when they're out on the preach.

So I went out last night and me and Seany left good old Pepe alone with this crazy lady that was after him, and hilarity ensued for a good hour or two as we watched, laughing. Then I got home, ate the traditional chicken butties my parents make every christmas eve, and I went bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and assaulted my toilet with a gallon of chicken sick. Excellent.

So christmas comes and I open presents and find a collection of things that I can wear, smell, and spend. All good.

But I felt ill all day. At church this morning I got light headed, but that was partly due to the overwhelming sense of God, and at the pub I felt a bit poorly too, but I managed to enjoy a good portion of my carvery.

And I saw my whole family, all my brothers and sisters and their boyfriends and girlfriends and all their offspring. Though I did feel a bit bad when I realised there was another nephew and neice walking about, and I wasn't sure of their names and had to ask my daddy. Didn't even know they could bloody walk!

So we got home at about 2pm.. and I've been lazy ever since. I've had two baths already today.

Christmas is ace. It only dawned on me last night that the reason I haven't been feeling all festive is simple. Besides the obvious lack of snow, it's mainly down due to me not watching TV at uni. So I watched it last night around me sisters and they have all those wicked christmas adverts. Can't really remember any but they just fill me with that vibe of 'spend money' and 'feel christmas' that i've been missing out on at uni.

And so because of that, I now feel more inclined to be good and donate money to things and people, and walk around smiling all the time.

Anyways, my bedroom, being the empty one when I'm not here, has now become a christmas present storage place with about 18 different 4 foot tall bags in my room filled with presents for the various members of my family. I found my bag and saw all the massive presents in there and i'm confused cus I haven't reallllly asked for anything, but then I'm excited cus.. well it's a bag full of presents for me. That's always good.

And I'm getting fatter too, and i've only been home about 2 days! I blame the selection boxes, and boxes full of chocolate that litter every room in my house. I mean, I love Celebrations boxes, but why is it that the first ones to go are always the teeny malteser ones?! Gutted, they're the best!

I'm having a roast dinner now, Daddy's preparing it. And tomorrow all my immediate family and their children are going to a pub place for food eat. Excite.

Happy holidays to all. Kiss kiss.

So last night I went to Time and got quite drunk. It wasn't the plan really, but I was bullied into going out. It was fun cus we got an hilarious picture in the photo booth from the curve lounge there.

Anyways I had to be at work Tuesday morning at 5am, so I figured I wasn't going to go bed Monday night, and I didn't. Moidered about in upper bangor after time playing Pro Evo 4 which is SHIT but I beat the computer so I felt happy. My mate got naked in this our workmate's house too (after she'd gone bed and it was only us two downstairs) and then got dressed again when it was time to go, all because he 'likes being naked'. Ta mate.

So I walked home at 4am, had a shower, got dressed for work and set back out again. Then it started pissing it down and I just ran all the way, which was a miracle given how tired I was and how fat I am too. Anyways, my clothes are still wet.

Then I got home at about 9.30am, went to bed and slept for 7 hours. I feel REFRESHED.

Oh and someone's just text me metioning gary djing in main bar.. and asking if i'm going. And i have no idea who the message was off. and they haven't replied to my "who are you?". ah well.

Gunna keep it brief but I ain't wrote owt in ages and I'm really bored and debating whether to go to bed or the pub.. not sure.

Anyways, went to Satchmos with dear old Peep, my sister and her mates and we just started grooving. It was fun.

Then watching my sister pull was a bit weird, but fair enough.
Then Seany joined us and played the piano for a bit so me and Pepe clap danced around him in joy. Pepe got molested at one point.

Got back at my sisters at 4am, having it large and chatting wet for a few more hours, and speaking to possibly the dullest bloke in world who.. does something with steel. Christ. But I did get to wear a big pink silk dressing gown that was simply brilliant, and feel some cushions that felt like love.

Then Sean and Peep left at 8.30am and I got some kip in, only to be woken up at 11 cus I had to go for a bloody dinner with me parents and brother, but it was wicked. Chinese buffet, all you can eat, 5 pounds please! Very nice!

Then I got back in Bangor, had a beer, and now I feel cold.

Gunna have to arrange it for another Saturday soon boooooys.

Oh and my legs have stubble on them now.. aaaah its not as fun as when they were smooth. I'd honestly have them smooth all the time if it weren't so gay.

It was brilliant. Some nice ladies put this warm green stuff on my legs then put a wax strip on and removed the hair. It hurt a lot. The back of the legs hurt by far the most.

But it was for charity. I managed to raise about £20. I thought that was good til I heard everyone else managed around £80.

Now I can't shower or wash my legs for 24 hours. What the hell's all that about!? My legs are numb.

So I went in Time last night to throw a few shapes and that, and I got searched on the door. Not that unusual because it happens, but the manner in which they did it was quite like.. not aggressive but suspicous.. as if I'm not a totally law abiding citizen.

So they make me empty my pockets, take off my jacket and before they pad me down a big meathead bouncer is all "before I do this I have to ask, do you have any drugs?". I didn't so I was sorted. Then I went about my business.

Of the 5 of us that went in though throughout the night, 3 of us got searched. And one guy we met inside said the bouncers actually asked him if he had any 'sharks'.

And I saw quite a few other people getting searched too.

Someone's been naughty, methinks!

Oh oh, I'm going to see Borat tonight! Get on!