The Power Of Vaseline

Well right now at the computer it's me and Helen and we're a little worse for wear due to the amount of vodka and pepsi we've knocked back but at least when we're drunk we get on better than when sober (and we get on great when sober so there's no real difference, lol) and I just thought I'd write a blog.

This morning I went to watch Davidd play football and that was good. You know, it's the most simple show of affection imaginable. I mean, Just Some Girl talks about her boyfriend leaving her a rose but knowing that the person you love is stood standing on the sidelines when you're playing a game makes you smile even more. I mean, I'm always happy to know that Helen and Davidd are stood on the sidelines (or sat in the car) watching me (or pretending to watch as the case is half the time).

We've been drinking all night and have just showed mum and dad this years latest jam - basically jumping and moshing like complete eejits - and dad says we're embarrassing drunks but we just don't care!

And we're taking mum round town which will be a hooooot!

And now Helen has just put enough vaseline on her lips to take care of a whole crowd of people - hers as aloe vera in it because she needs to think of the sensitivity because of her allergies- and she keeps licking it off (which is gross!)

Also Helen is determined that we should go for the X Factor. I bet when she sobers up she'll regret that. She can kind of sing (a black singer is trapped inside of her) but she's not amazing (I love you!) and I think she knows that. So, let's see where this X Factor thing leads to, huh?

Now I'm on the phone to Davidd and our conversation is the most entertaining thing EVER!

Sweet dreams, readers!

Innocent Ramblings

I’m going to kill Mark. For those who don’t know, Mark is my football coach. And he’s an arse. Literally, he doesn’t care about anything but himself! Seriously today’s game made me really really want to leave but my mum won’t let me because it’s my final year and I don’t want to go either really. Dick’s lovely and would probably get upset at the idea of me wanting to leave now when we’re so close to the end. Today I had support though in the form of Helen and Daviid. They’re a pain in the arse when they’re together and Daviid succeeded in pissing Helen off, again but we won’t go down that lane. It’s nice to know I finally have people watching me. I’ve always longed to know that someone stood on the sidelines silently screaming my name (Helen won’t scream out loud because she thinks it damages the players, some mumbo crap she believes) and knowing that they’re cheering me on to win. I’ve got used to the idea that mum and dad saw Barry as the more potential idea and that’s fair off, I mean, he’s an amazing football player. His team have gone undefeated this season and it’s all because of his brilliant goalie skills. We just don’t tell him that often how amazing he is because it would feed his ego. Again I went to Grannie’s house and decorated cakes. It’s brilliant being there. I’m still afraid to stay near Grannie because I don’t want to think about losing her, it would hurt too much but yet just to be there with her and Grandad makes me so happy. I hate not being able to have it both ways. We always have amazing fun at grannies and forget to act like the adults society expects us to be. We can run around the front garden in our socks with a football, blasting out loud music that everyone else probably hates but we never care because we’re locked in the safe world of our Grannies house. It’s so amazing. Learning about Daviid tonight has upset me to know that he’s got to go that far to feel some sort of release. It just makes me wonder. What’s wrong with the world? He always seems so happy and upbeat. This world really is a funny place.