Tea and Hot Cross Buns make not very good blogging.

Seen as my last effort as posting was rather lame and lasted about 5 seconds, I had an urge to convey the latest feelings that have crossed my mind, the major incidents of the past weeks, and whatever else pops into my mind in the next 38 mins (I'm on the mother's laptop with no battery charger available at the present time).

And so it begins. Over the past month or so, I have been to 2 parties, a 3rd will take place in just under 24 hours, and, truth be told, drunkeness has occured both times. And fair play, I adore it. My mum keeps whittering on about me being sick once after a Sixth Form party last year, when I've been drunk 5 times. So being sick once is a cause for panic? Anyhow, both parties were of the epic variety. I think the first party (an 18th birthday) contained much more drink than the second, meaning my intoxication was much larger, but both were just awesome. And the biggest discovery of both those parties? I got served. Both times. The most impressive was the latter party, due to many being ID'd, besides yours truly. My apologies for bragging, but I'm still dumbfounded today. Intoxication makes me laugh, and seeing as I was complimented for the fact that I'm, I quote, "awesome when I'm drunk", I see that as a success. Aplogies once again.

In other news, good television has returned to our screens as big as Robbie Williams' come back performance on the X Factor...back with a bang and high as a kite. I really don't know if that makes any sense at all, but I had to mention Robbie Williams being high on live TV at some point. Yes, Fringe has returned, and a new current sensation, FlashForward, has just begun. And both are excellent. Fringe is brilliant anyway, but for sadly predictable endings in both episodes so far. FlashForward is different, and it's very, very good. Opening up so many different questions in the first 3 episodes, reminiscent of Lost, the other superb ABC Network programme, which by the by, is fast approaching it's final series, which begins in January 2010, something that will undoubtedly confuse and grip us all, right to it's last seconds. I hope. Oh, I almost forgot, True Blood, a (sort of) new vampire drama has started on Channel 4, and I'm as hooked as a fish being caught with a...well, hook. Damn, my imagination isn't working today.

Remaining with television, Heroes should also return soon, and in a shock twist that's utterly brilliant, Hayden Panettierre will have a lesbian relationship. Victory.

With 19 minutesand 14% remaining on the batter, I will bid yee good day, after another rather limp attempt at blogging. I should hope to be intoxicated once more in around 23 hours, oh yes.

Fare thee well, young grasshopper.

Insatiable, inflatable you.

Apologies for the more than random title. There is a reason for it, don't you worry. I have recently (very recently, as recently as around 12 o' clock this afternoon in fact) been introduced to a man named Tim Minchin. You may not have heard of him, I hadn't, but I find this one song, absolutely hilarious.



Back to normality. How long has it been since my last post? 8 days? Something like that, and nothing has really happened, but I thought I'd fill you in on the minor details.

The group in which I am part of has decided to make the venture to Ibiza next summer, which I am bloomin' excited for. It's a week in a different country, away from prying parents, with almost complete freedom. Crackin' stuff. And we have a plan. A plan that was conjured by myself and Ffion (partially) to go to the Waterpark in Ibiza...drunk. How abolsutely bloody hilarious would that be? I'd love it, and can't wait for it!

In other news, Chelsea beat Liverpool 2-0. Win.

And I honestly think that's it. Except for the holiday and that Electra (what we're studying in Drama) is the most confusing drama in history and am finding it impossible to get my head around, it's been a terribly uneventful week.

Crib, anyone?