My blogs are really irregular now…

I’m gonna tell you all about my weekend.

It was funny.

Saturday, we went to Stevenage because it was my Auntie Betty’s birthday, and some of my family came down from Swansea.

Listening to welsh people, well not all welsh people, it could actually just be my family but hearing them talk to each other is so funny, they make little sense and repeat alot of words and make up words and stick words in where they don’t need to be stuck.

They also talk so much that they can’t actually make decent cups of tea.

When you’re with my family there’s literally a laugh a minute. I found out this weekend how racist my family actually are. The title of this blog is a quote of my Auntie Betty.

She was telling us about when she lived in Brixton, and had an African family or as she referred to them as a ‘family of blacks’ living next door and they kept hanging washing on her line, and she said to them ‘if you keep hanging you’re bloody washing on my line, I’ll scold you’ so after that she put boiling pots of water under her washing line to show that she was being serious. A few years after, she moved in Brixton and she told us she had to play ‘spot the white family’ where she lived because they were all ‘cowing foreigners’ and they were all noisy so one night, she went round and chased them all with her hammer and bashed it on the floors to show she could be noisier than them!

She said many other funny and very racist things that I won’t mention because I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was funny.

All week Betty made a big deal about a ham she had that she was going to feed us, we got there sat down to eat and she asked me and my sister ‘do you like sausages?’ so we had sausage, spaghetti and chips, and as we were eating it she said ‘there is ham if you wanted it…’

Oh Auntie Betty..

That evening we stayed at my mum’s cousins’ Trisha and Alb’s house. My mother - as she seems to do when we stay with family, got me rather drunk and we then had a very deep chat, as we do. It was nice.

On Sunday we went for a meal with everyone… Auntie Betty, Uncle Jimmy, one of their sons Robert, his wife Tracey and as my mum’s cousin (who thinks he’s my uncle) Alan calls them - the Cray twins. My Uncle Winston and his wife Teresa, who we call Cruella Deville, then Janice and Nikita, and the 3 Leighton-Careys.

It was an odd meal. As are all meals with our family, talk of my uncle doing illegal things, some crazy random lady coming up to us and lying about her age and various other things…

After that we went home, I read a large amount of A Clash of Kings in the car and then watched My Murder, Outnumbered and half of One Night when I got in, meaning I didn’t go to bed til late, but I was super awake so watched Lord of the Rings, and forgot how long that is and then didn’t sleep til silly ‘o clock.

There was no point in me actually sleeping.

Monday we went to my Grandparents for dinner.
We had to watch Deal or No Deal because it was the second episode we were in on Saturday and only my Gran knew, and as my Grandma does made a bigger deal about watching it than was needed and then we ate lovely dinner and chatted about various things. My Gran is seriously funny and she doesn’t even realise it. Spending time with them is the bestestestestest.

Various things being anything from road signs, to their wheelie bin to Josh Lewis.

He’s often a big topic with my Grandad because they soon hope to play chess together. One thing I haven’t told him about Joshua is that he has a jumper fetish. He asked me to write about him and his jumper fetish in my blog today, which I would happily do anyway.

There you go, you can all have the pleasure of looking at the most adorable picture and person in the world, it highlights Winter’s jumper fetish and from me looking at it, it shows me how amazing he is. and that I always get lucky in the best friend department. If I could carry him round with me all of the time I would, he makes me so happy, all of the time.

That’s it for this blog I think, that’s everything I want to waffle about for now.

Also I hit 10 followers, double digits, tehe.

Hi Tumblr!

I’ve not blogged for 2 weeks! I’ve been busy… I think, I just don’t know what with, like I had to get my diary out to see what I’ve been doing since my last blog, which was on 23rd, and I’m now following 23 blogs, wahoo.

Well I’m gonna begin my waffling then.

I can’t remember what happened last Monday or Tuesday, at all.

I remember losing my capo, again.

I remember Wednesday, because I saw Johari play at the croft, and everyone was wearing shorts, and they were very good as usual.

I remember on the Thursday I had a yoghurt crisis, I got to my house and went to get my keys out and found them in my yoghurt and yoghurt everywhere, and it was stressful. Stupid yoghurt. This was after I was already angry because on a Thursday I can go home at like 12, but every other week I stay after school and run a humanities thing for some clever kiddies in years 7, 8 & 9. I do it with 2 other girls and one of them was gonna sort everything out for that week. She decided she wouldn’t tell me she’d cancel it because apparently there was “no point in letting me know” so I stayed at school for an unnecessary 3 hours longer than I had to. what made it worse was that I had no work to do because I had 2 hours free in the morning, so I was tired anyway, and bored, and then really pissed off on Thursday.

Friday was a better day, I had Rugby, and we broke up for Easter.

Me and Pip always drink a stupid amount when it’s a Friday night game, but they’re always funny, and we end up having deep chats when we’re drunk, and very intelligent conversations with Mummy Emsley, the stewards and Spanky, who never talks all that much sense anyway.

On Saturday I got an impressive bargain on a cardigan, £40 reduced to £15 in River Island, yay.

That weekend my mum had family down, they’re looney, and she brought some crazy woman into our home from somewhere - I don’t even know how she met her, that’s how much I didn’t pay an interest because I thought she was a psycho.

Sunday, Game of Thrones wasn’t back. Meaning my countdown has been wrong the whole bloody time. However, I stayed at Nikki’s Sunday, not sure if I’ve ever properly mentioned how much Nikki means to me before. She’s probably one of the only people that has never ever judged me because of an interest. She might think it, but she’s never shown or told me that she thinks I’m completely bonkers, or rolled her eyes at me and made stupid comments or anything. I love staying with her, because like she said when I was there, it’s nice being able to be with someone else, and have company and just not have to talk all the time, but also have a decent amount of clever, epiphany-filled conversation. She’s someone I have so much in common with, and can easy tell anything and know that it’ll go no further than that because she’s so trustworthy - or she’ll just smash her head on the front room table, get concussion and forget haha! But yeah, Nikki is the best, 97% of the time I wish I could move in with her.

Monday

That’s all for Monday.

Tuesday was a pretty busy day, I had an interview - that I haven’t heard back from, yet again. At T.G.I Friday’s. I don’t think it went well anyway because I’m shocking at role plays. I then went to my Gran’s and my niece has a serious problem with answering back, I really want to kick her sometimes, my nephew grinds my gears too, he’s just like his Dad, very rude and not very caring. He is only 5, but what does that say about his Dad?

I then, in the evening, once again saw Johari, with my friend Sophie, which was nice to spend time with her for the first time in a while, and once again really enjoyed their gig. I however found out that my favourite band had split up and spent alot of the night then trying not to cry.

Wednesday was uneventful, I got a bit of work done, and just played alot of guitar so was nice to have a break.

Thursday

I helped my friend Pip with her Art coursework, she wanted some photos to work with that portrayed lonliness, and I was used as the guinea pig, but it all turned out really well, and Pip is really chuffed and hopefully she’ll get a big A at the end of the year for all her work.

In the evening I went to see my friend’s band Goodnight Lois play, and took my stepdad along this time. A few months ago I gave him their EP, and he’s become pretty obsessed with them, which is really cute. But he really enjoyed it yesterday and was really impressed by them, which was nice. They keep getting better and better.

I love watching my friend’s bands play, I feel so proud to know them, and they just get more and more amazing each time and put so much effort in to it and it’s just nice seeing their hard work pay off when they get gigs and stuff.

Today, I’ve made a cake. It’s my Auntie’s birthday soon, so we’re going up to Stevenage tomorrow to see her. Which should be nice.

So that’s my long blog done with.

I’m very happy at the moment.

Happy Easter, get fat.