For ageeuuussss I religiously bought the box sets and live DVD and all that jazz, and for my 15th my beaut mother bought me fourth row, front block tickets to see their 2nd live tour at Wembley. My birthday is in Feb, but the gig was in December so I had a lonnnng wait. I had loaaads of trouble finding someone to come with me ’cause I wasn’t allowed to take Storm…she was apparently a ‘bad influence’ after my mum heard her talking ab0ut all them darn drugs she was taking. Haha? Yeah, so my mate Jake came with me and the whole way there I was like ‘I’m gonna be sick, I am sooooo gonna be sick’. I was just mega excited at the thought of seeing them in real life (8D). I couldn’t believe how close the seats were and the show was great blah blah and at the end they played some songs (“I did a shit on your mum, I did a shit on your mum, I did a shit on your mum…and she rather liked it”), so loads of people ran up to the front (I proudly got there first), and I touched all of the boys, which was nice . I threw this leopard print man thong on stage, and Noel walked off with it in his hand. Ahhh, amazing night…Friday December 12th 2008

We got home and everything and I looked up the rest of the dates on the tour. There were two dates at the 02 arena for the Wednesday and Thursday, and on Ebay I found two front row, front block tickets for £100. I literally begged my mother to let me buy them for so long I seriously could have lost my voice. Long story short, after 4 hours of solid begging she got them, took the money out of my savings and I got to go again on the Wednesday. It literally was the best night of my life and I frikin loved being so close to them, and the show was once again amazing Noel came down from the stage at one point and I shook his hand and had a half-hug. Blah, I could go on but it would be boring. This whole blog is pretty boring for people who aren’t me, actually.

Noel/Jullian/Dave, if you ever read this, marry me please?

I totally forgot I had this wordpress thing, its been like 10 months since I read it and everything. I remember that dream O.o

So it’s 4 days to christmas and I reckon i’ll be on this much more over the holidays ’cause when I know there is no school, I like staying up ’till 6am ish and sleeping through the day. I dunno why, I just like being up all night. I’m more of a night person than a day person really. Although I fucking hate the dark. I never used to be scared and I liked it when it was pitch black in my room but since i’ve watched all these horror films and all these horrible murders and whatnot I’ve become much more aware of all the crap and scary shit that goes on during the night. I prefer to sleep with a lamp on, but it wastes a lot of electricity so I try not to do it most of the time. Which is annoying, especially since i’ve re-arranged all the furniture in the room and can hear the old lady next door getting up and moving around in the middle of the night. And especially as her husband died in the room right next to mine and I can’t help thinking about ghosts and that.

So I never used to believe in ghosts. In fact, whenever one of my friends brought it up i’d completely refuse to believe anything they said and I thought the supernatural was bullshit. It changed when I was sleeping over Jacks house one day in the summer of 2006 I think it was. We were mucking around filming my friend on some excersize thing in the dark and when I watched it back there was this light thing come out of the kitchen, across the wall and my friend, and go behind me. Trust me right, I was soooo sceptical about ghosts and orbs and that before, but after this I was shit scared and almost went home. There was NO explanation for what it could be. ALL the lights were off, so it couldn’t be something reflecting, it was too huge to be some dust and anyway what speck of dust travells really fast? I don’t have the video anymore but if you saw it you would know what i’m talking about when I say that it just couldn’t be anything else. I’d heard of orbs and that before but I just thought it was crafty camera men or whatever.

Right, now i’m tired and my hand has gone to sleep x

I was in America with by best friend Jack, in this weird large office place with desks and beds on either side. He was being mad and mucking about with his boyfriend (he is gay) in the middle of the room. There were two parts- one with my bed on one side and another bed on the other side for this man with his little daughter. I was sitting on my bed and there was huge piece of wall that would come down when you pressed a button to separate the two parts. So they were joking about and the wall fell down right on top of them, but not all the way. So they was like laying on the floor and laughing cause it almost split them right down the middle. Then the wall fell, and there were two half corpses in this room. I was crying and crying for ages, proper sobbing and I could hear the man crying in the other part of the room. I went to the phone and called the police, but they said that they couldn’t get to me because of this wall. I went over to Jack, and I hadn’t realised, but he had suddenly morphed into a woman. She reached out and started scratching at my stomach.

If you have seen Shaun Of The Dead, you will know what i’m talking about here. They are in the pub after all the Zombies had crowded at the windows and the man (who lived with the two girls and was going out with one) wanted to go out. He got pulled out of the window and they ripped him open. (It was a micky-take by the way).

Well thats what this woman was trying to do to me. For one second, I don’t know whether if it was because it was in a dream or something, but I thought ‘to heck with it, just let her kill me’. It was VERY scary. Then I woke my self up because I was moving back in my bed, trying to get away. This was at 6am, and I couldn’t get back to sleep afterwards, I scared myself so much.

EWWWWWW.

It’s sunday, it’s late and i’m watching Wife Swap. Seriously, where do these people come from. They are litterally facking mad. Theres this deeply religious family who are obsessed with God and the Bible, and a young-ish party animal who goes to arcades and things. Right now they’re filming inside in a Church and singing and waving flags. Hmm. I, personally, do not enjoy waving flags and singing. I suggested that my mum should apply for Wife Swap (as a joke obviously) and i’ve never seen her look so disgusted. 1) She couldn’t be away from us for 2 weeks without having a mental breakdown and 2) she couldn’t stand to be in a scummo’s house. Or a dirty one. Eugh.

I have this thing where if I need to do something (eg homework), I wont be happy untill it’s done. Like on a Friday night, lets say I have maths homework for the Monday, I have to do it as soon as I get home or i’ll be really annoyed and anxious. Also, if I have to wash my hair, I can’t leave it untill 8/9pm cause i’ll be waiting to do it all night. Sometimes it gets obsessive and I can’t help saying it over and over in my head or something. The other night, I got up to go to the toilet and I thought I heard someone say something or sigh or moan. I thought it was my sister in her room so I called out to see if it was her, but there was no answer so I went back to bed. For like…5/10 minutes I was thinking and thinking and I ended up going in to her room to make sure she was ok. The scenario that I kept imagining was; someone had got into our house and somehow got into her bedroom and was holding their hand across her mouth and she was calling for help but only got out that sound that I heard. Its really scary what I could drive myself to do just by imagining.

Alreeeet, i’m tired now so i’m off. 

Peas on Earth.