Life is like a box of chocolates,

you always get the fucking lifting ones, cus the chart is deciving.

The other day we went to see Joanna and Jack in a preformance of 'Our House' at the whitley bay playhouse. Honestly, that place is anything but a playhouse. You can't even play pass with a water bottle in the 'waiting area', and when you miss the catch, honestly, the looks you get whena bottle of water plummets through a crowd at 100mph is a joke. Also, 2.40 for a bag of buttons? I felt like a child in poverty who has to carry buckets on their head and travels to wells just too get a sip of fresh shit water everyday. I acctually had to wait until i was in my seat to open the buttons so i could rashin them thoughout the play, in the end Dan was nearly biting my hand of like a savage dog he was craving them so much.

However, the play was a bay spectacular, mics were broke, Joanna had an irish accent, their was a pink car, Jack was a lurky creep, it had everything a play needed. When we returned from a snoutbreak after the break thing, the curtain openend to reveal Jack brown on a boat, singing in hebrew, wearing what can only be described as muli colour robes and a monkey hat. That alone is the best moment of my life, and from that day forward i don't think i can ever take him seriously ever again.

Dan if your reading this i think you would agree, it was so funny buy we were so shocked at the time right, we didn't even laugh that much. Honestly if my craic was a coke can it would have been more recycled then Elizabeth Fritzls fanny.

Talking of Fritzl, my number one man, he was the indivulator for my 2 and a half fucking hour exam today. Honestly i thought it all the way through, then at the end Josh went, how much does that man look like fritzl. Get those basements open and your children inside because he's back and he's more rapier than ever! If you don't lock them away, he will.

Also, my hair has took a turn for the worst. It's deader than Michael Jackson. I don't know what to do with it anymore and i'm to scared to die it incase it turns to dust and i become Britney Spears.

Thats all for now, also i think i want to be a film critic. Maybe i should a film blog? Riviting stuff. I havn't learned how to spell yet either so bare with my blogging errors.

PEACE OUT :)

fail,

i don't care about either versions of the mummy, borat, east is east, the full monty, or the film industry.

im going to fail my exams (Y)

SWEATING LIKE FRIZL ON CRIBS!

T-mobile, kill yourself.

The other month my dad done something with his bank accounts, got a new one i think. Anyways he rang up t-mobile and was like here tek the money out of this account so it pays for me dortas contract.

For the past month and a half or somethingt-mobile ring me like 3 times everyday asking to speak to my dad and i tell them over and over again i do not live with him, i will get him to ring them, he's rang them like 5 times now and told them to take the money out of the OTHER account.

Well, withoutmy phone and it's 800 minutes and unlimited texts per month, i feel like i don't have a right arm. To my not so pleasant suprise today, i came to realise THEY HAD FUCKING CUT ME OFF! I was so outraged so i had to ring the t-mobile thing, where i was telling the opertator to fuck off for about half n hour before i dinally pressed enough fucking number 5's on the dialler to acctually get too speak to a human being.

A human being with a asian accent anwserd. I was outraged. He was making out as if we where some sort of peasent hustling family unable to afford our mobile contracts. After shouting at him during my mad freak out moment for like half n hour he finally rang my dad where it was sorted and now my phone is back on.

This blog seems pretty pointless but i only ever blog when i have something too complain about and this well pissed me off.

Who the fuck knew you couldget black swans? My life has changed.

I don't think my mam is impressed by black swans seeing as she voted bnp in the recent, hung as a horse, election. She also keeps telling me to fuck of lately, she needs to learn she belongs in the kitchen.

Off to get mortal, tra.

I just smoked a doobie in my car so i'm a little high right now.

Best craic ever, Chris anastasi and Scott Hope fell through a glass window.

Thats the end of that!

Dans decided he's going to walk into smokers wall on monday, and exchange his 'finest checkerd clothing' for tight skint leggings and a wild perm, and most important of all, a malbro.

I think hes also going to start grinding up against Callum in his leather jay as he calls him stud.

Tbf, i think the entire population ofthe preformance academy will pour out into smokers singing summer loving, whislt pretending to not be gay, or oover exaturating their gayness. I wish i could spell.

I hate the preformance acadameny, eveyone always drinks just water,and they do their spilts at they so there work, awful people.

Franks decided to record a song, i have something to look forward too!

Just the idea of frank recording a song is something to crease at anyway.

I dont have much banter lately, but how funny is it when lasses can't handle their drinks,and when blacks thunk they have been accepted into our society. Ha, the jokes on you cus griffins on the case.