China Town

Today I had the most awesome day in the city. I went with the 6ft 5" lad and my Chinese friend.

We got up to all sorts of stuff, and I came home feeling full to the brim with all of the various chinese foods. "Try this! Want to try some of this? Ok! How about some of this?" You can see a pattern developing here...

During brunch in a chinese restaurant, she said she could get us a fork if we wanted, despite being with all of her chinese family. Or we could just use the spoon... But naturally I refused, saying my "chopstick skills are ninja!" Upon reflection, they were adequate, but perhaps not quite ninja... None the less, I tried, and when all else failed, I resorted to spoon for picking up what she called, "goo".

In all honesty, I guess it was goo... although everything else was quite nom-worthy. Hence the stomache ache I guess...

Wires, Wires, Everywhere...

Today has been one of the quietest days this half term... My family has gone off to see my sister at uni, leaving me behind. Literally, they drove right past me.

Anyway, I found a new app for my phone. Liking toys like this I wanted to get it working as soon as possible, but it required me to delete some of the memory to fit it on.

I scrambled round the house trying to find an appropriate cable when I realised where one must be. I looked in the "box of wires and things", yes, that is the official title. And sure enough, there it was. Right in the middle of the tangled mass of plastic horribleness.

I spent an hour trying to untangle it, before finally I'd had enough. I pulled both ends hard enough for a little bit of each to stick out either side of the wiring abyss. To cut a short story shorter, my phone is now connected to my laptop in a mess larger than the laptop itself... Thank you Blackberry, for making my phone truly "wireless"...

Concerts...

I went to a concert last night, the awesome Darwin Deez, with a group of frineds.

One of my friends, not exactly the normal candidate for an evening like that came with us. She seemed to really enjoy herself, as the band was really great, energetic, and as I think i've already covered, downright awesome...

The only thing was, we didn't know which support acts would be playing. The second of the two support bands was Little Comet, who were pretty darn good. The first however was called "Sizzling Gypsies". They weren't that bad, but lets just say they weren't exactly up her street...

Thank god they were only on for half an hour, 'cause she looked as if she was going to kill herself...

Excuses excuses...

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the laziest of them all? Why thank you. You give me far too much credit...

This morning, despite it being half term, I was supposed to return to school to do some coursework. Ten minutes before I should have been there, I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. To put it lightly, I look rougher that a badgers backside.

I thought it better to not turn up at all, than waste the morning trying to frantically get ready and be far too late. The logic may be lost on you, but when its a toss up between stay in the comfort of your jammies doing the work and have an earful from the teacher for being late and spend all morning attempting to regain the use of your ear, I'm pretty definite you'd make the same decision.

Particularly when the work in hand was music coursework... Now all I have to do is come up with a reason for why I wasn't there...

Apologies and Sandwiches

I realise that it's been a while since I posted anything, but I'm trying to catch up ^^ I think it only fair if I blog a rather long one today...

Cut me some slack though, I mean, it is half term after all...

Anyway, I was talking to some friends the other day about some good times we'd had on our Germany trips. I went on to mention the Sandwich or Dignity dilemma to them and they requested it be blogged...

So the story goes like this... Me and my two room-mates were in our hotel room in Germany. We'd been to a theme park that day, and were all given packed lunches containing two sandwiches, an apple and some sweets. The hotel had made too many packed lunches, so all of the extras were given to my friend.

He asked if anyone wanted any extra lunch, and I replied saying I'll have another apple or two. Instead he gave me three extra packed lunches and ran off before I could complain. So here's me, with eight sandwiches in total, and only ended up eating one of them.

So we were in the hotel room, unpacking from our day at the theme park, and I found the seven remaining sandwiches in my bag. As we were also getting ready for dinner, I thought I might as well eat one of the sandwiches, as they'll be off tomorrow, and I'd also eat less at dinner. Win-win situation.

Well, that was until my teacher knocked on the door... I realised that if someone saw me eating a sandwich before dinner, it would seem as if I was being really greedy.

So I had a milliseconds worth of pause in which I thought... "Sandwich or Dignity...?"

Sandwich.

"Don't come in!... I'm naked..." I shouted, as I threw the sandwich to my side and went to go and answer the door. "Wow, that was quick!" she said. I explained that I was a very fast dresser. She then told me that she'd only knocked the door to tell us it was five minutes till we all went down to dinner. So I carried on getting ready then went off to with the others.

When we got back that night, we had been told to start packing as we were leaving the next morning. I was walking out of the bathroom where I was getting my toothbrush and the like, when I hear one of my room-mates ask loudly "Why is there a half eaten sandwich in the wardrobe?"

I casually walked past him and said, "Oh. That's where it went..." before taking the sandwich off him and continuing to eat it. To put it lightly, he was somewhat confused...