Bits N Pieces

Last night, after an educational viewing of Trinny and Susannah's show on ITV, my housemates started talking about the parts of their bodies they hate and what they would change. You would realise how ridiculous this is if you saw the them because they are all of them good looking women. I think they need to be more Gestaltian in their thinking and realise the whole is greater than the sum of it's parts. More importantly, they are some of the nicest people i have ever met. They are generous and kind, hard working (most of the time), fun and supportive. I have been very lucky to live in this house and i shall miss what we have here (but i am still looking forward to the end of this year).

The Cult of the Inner Banana

Unleash your Inner Banana

Just a little nod to Keele days.

Escape and beyond

I did escape the house in the end, as you may have guessed (or perhaps you thought i was stuck in the house all weekend and was forced to eat my own leg to stave off hunger and put a match to my clothes to gain warmth. This did not happen but it might have).

It was Amy's birthday celebrations at the weekend (so sorry i almost forgot to turn up, well i actually i did forget so thank you for the text). It was lovely to see her, Lammie and Rachel and catch up. I think i go slightly hyper when i see more than one uni friend at a time, i think perhaps my mind is confused and thinks i am 21 again and crazy (obviously i am now mature and sensible and talk about grown up things with grown up people and don't talk about unleashing bananas).

I went to the scissor sisters concert at Wembley Arena yesterday. There was glitter, dancing, glitter, high waisted trousers, glitter, flashing bunny ears and more glitter. They certainly put on a good show and i got the feeling that they were enjoying themselves so much they would have quite happily have performed even without an audience.

I have only three weeks left of term. I will make it to Christmas even if i have drag my battered mind over the broken glass of these final days and fall bloody and whimpering in the rags of my weakened sanity.

Have a good week people!

Kiss kiss.

Trapped (the update)

The lock now works from the outside. Gemma's window is now the exit and the front door is just for entering the house.

Our neighbours think we are mad.

We couldn't get out the back gate because it is too overgrown, so we spent some moments in contemplation of the next door neighbour's garden wondering if they would mind if we climbed over and knocked on their kitchen window.

Us: "Hello! We're from next door."
Neighbours: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Then Gemma realised we could escape out her window.

Trapped

I am locked in my house.

I cannot believe this is happening to me but the lock on the front door will not budge. I now have to wait for the locksmith to arrive to free me. I am trapped on the inside and no one else can get in.

Don't forget me word! i am still here. Just slip food parcels through the letterbox (i think only chocolate bars will fit through but i will cope) and little messages of love and encouragement, bringing me news of the outside world.

Somehow, it makes sense that this should happen to me, who else? At least i am warm in here and i have my blog as a way to reach out to my loved ones.

If the front door doesn't open i may have to climb over the back fence and escape through the cemetery (i might wait until morning though).