Sarah Rules

John’s back.  Huzzah.  We gave him his present:

Jealous much?

Byebye JohnJohn. Have a good one, make sure you play the window “game” on the plane.

Shall miss you, see you in Jan.

Jamaica cake? YEAH I MADE A CAKE.

There is no hope for humanity. Mcfly lost to WESTLIFE in record of the year. I mean, WHAT? Aren’t westlife broken up/dead/gay? Man, upsetting.

Anyway, yesterday Dad was in the Burg for the afternoon/evening after having abseiled down or bunjee jumped off the Forth Bridge (or something.) Spent the afternoon with him, we got crepes from the German market despite the best effort of girls aloud…don’t ask. We went on the ferris wheel and Dad may have taken this okish photo with MY amazing camera.

Then he took me, Jo and John to see A Christmas Carol at the theatre. After a worrying panto-ish start it got very good. The ghost of Christmas Past was scary as ANYTHING. He looked like the freaky monster things from The Village. But the play put me in good Christmas Spirit.

Maths exam on Monday. Then Italian on Wednesday and I’m done. I want those to be out of the way but I am aware I have to be careful not to wish away my days up here otherwise I’ll blink and before I know it it’ll be January and I’ll be here again. Must appreciate every day.

So John and I went out for what is becoming my traditional Thursday night excursion and went on a hunt for Christmas.

‘Twas awesome and fun and I haven’t laughed like that in a while.

Anyway, FUNNY PHOTOS.

HA! Take that Amy. I’m training me an army of these guys. We’ll take on your penguins any day.

Phone boxes or… FUN BOXES?!

I think it’s pretty obvious.

Oh dear, nice exam wind down there. AND JOHN HAS MSN. Woo, huzzah. Whatever, I can phone him for free anyway.

I took this photo from behind a newspaper with eye holes cut out in it.

These are the guys from flat 2. From left to right: JohnJohn, Tim, Chris and Joe.

Joe is whistling in a regal manner, Chris is chewing on a ruler due to revision boredom, Tim is Timming and John is giggling and blushing like a little girl.

Today more squash was played. Between me and Jo. We played three games (I won two, WINNER. Using “winner” in this context doesn’t give me as much satisfaction as it normally does.) two of which were very closely faught. We’re almost at the point where actual tactics come into it. Next time we play I’m wearing my Sunderland top and she’s wearing her Newcastle one. It’ll spur us on to greater levels of sporting…ness and also will look cool for people watching. We need fans too.

After squash we went aspending at Ocean Terminal. It’s just an out of town shopping centre on the West coast. We went looking for Christmas present but I mainly bought Christmas presents for myself. (Warning to those who will be receiving a present from me this Christmas, it will be boring and useful/home made/something I will borrow from you/late.) Anyway, we were having fun in the lingerie section of Debenhams. It was fun being a customer there this Christmas time, doesn’t seem like a whole year since I was working there. But I was being annoying, trying to take in 4+ items, pressing the bell, attempting to pay with Visa electron and the like. Anyway, I decided to see what Wonderbras look like. And HA! Did it look silly.

Was anyone worried that they’d get a picture of me in a Wonderbra there? That was the point of that “joke”… Yeah whatever.

After using my change up on the bus, I had none left to use in the dryer. NO ONE had change. Well, the guys in flat 2 did but they were trying to get me to pick it up off the floor. I decided to just put my clothes in the dryer for the whole hour that £1 buys me rather than demean myself.

So I have my first exam on Thurs. In an attempt to avoid revision I went to harass John and interupt his revision. It worked. (John, get off the computer now and revise.) Although I did help him revise some Bible studies stuff. King Ahab, Paul’s emails etc. If you ever think your exam is hard however, spare a thought for John: They get handed a bible in the exam. How freaking scared would you be if that happened to you? Anywayahoo, good luck for tomorrow JohnJohn.

Argh, who am I going to call when you leave on Monday?!