There's nothing you can't do, now your in New York...

This weekend was a bit good, bitches.
On Saturday, I went to a meal at 'Ask' with some people for Fran's birthday meal. Bearing in mind her birthday is like a century away, but still. It was really good. Apart from the dirty glasses, dripping air conditioning and Sohinip about flying through the wall because she blew herself away sneezing. Also, there was a bit of a disagreement between a group of chavs in town which scared me slightly. I hate chavs. They scare me. Not the fact that they're 'ard', it's just the fact that they carry knives around with them and walk around in fleets. Chavs really piss me off. I mean, in the olden days, you had a fight and that was the end of it. But now, you have to fight your way through various thugs who attempt to beat you to the ground and then they decide to get their 'mandemz' on you. You know what? FIGHT YOUR OWN FUCKING BATTLES!

I had to pause there, my mother wanted to to change my bedclothes. Which is hard. I actually can't do it. My parents have done it for me my whole life, it's only recently I've had to do it for myself. I have to admit, being an only child, I do get everything done for me, cooking, cleaning, money etc. It's going to be awful when I have to live alone. But seriously, changing sheets is hard. Can't I just sleep in the same ones forever? No, because of fucking bed bugs. What are they, seriously? And what do they actually do except chew on your whilst your asleep and at your most vunerable, cowards! How do they even get into mattresses anyway? Do they pump them in there at the mattress factory? Stupid bloody bed bugs...

You know what else is useless? Knives and forks. If God seriously wanted us to use them, he would have moulded them to our fingers. Can't I just shove my face into my food or even eat with my hands? I'm sorry, but I'm not lady-like at all. What else is pointless?... OH YEAH! Shower curtains on holiday. They seem to have an attraction to my leg and like to cling onto it and never let go. I have to actually moonwalk in the shower to get it from around my leg. I never have this problem with English shower curtains, just the foreign ones.

Where actually was I? Oh. The weekend. So yeah, Fran's meal was good. I spent Sunday with the father. Which was a really good day. I went to some pub where there were some guys on jet skis doing tricks which actually amazed me. Then we went for a meal at a resturant and then went back to his to make 'Shake It Baby!' milkshakes in the blender he'd bought. FUN TIMES.