Confession #2

I was sick in the van.

Yep, yet again the curse of Dudley drove me to sickness. Yet again I was ridiculously close to my house. Why is it that whenever we go there, someone (more often that not me) gets just that little bit tooooo drunk? And that said drunken person cannot wait those extra 2 minutes to get down the road n up the stairs to the bathroom? Definate curse. But hey ho, I had a wonderful night and got to sing, dance n drink with some of my favouritist people, gossip about some of my unfavouritist people(a satisfyingly funny common theme of the weekend I must say)and generally have a good time. Unfortunately I now feel rather embarrassed and violated that a friend had to clean up my insides the morning after. Nice. Bring on next time!

Confession #1

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Some of you ramble, some of you rant, some of you are rather interesting and seem to have a lot to say. Some of you make sense, and some of you don't. I'm one of the ones that won't. At least I'm being honest about it - that's one thing I really can't stand - liars. that and man utd fans of course. But that falls into the same category really doesn't it?
I'm currently writing this while I should be writing essays. I should be reading. I should be doing the washing up. I should be sorting out my banking and this tip I call my bedroom. I should be having a shower...I should have been having a shower at 8 o'clock but that clearly didn't happen. There's a million things I should be doing but this. But, I've 'hit the wall' in my essay - writer's block - cannot write another damn word and as a few friends are on here and go on about it I thought I'd give it a go.
Like I said - I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm definately not perfect, so more confessions will surely follow...