Hey, life's pretty normal

Before I begin my actual blog, I must apologise to a certain Scotswoman. Neither of us was in the right frame of mind last night, and I took things too far. Sorry, Keeks. I love you.

I went shopping today. Had to return Size 14 shorts for Size 16 ones. I have tree trunk thighs, FML. But IDC. Coss the shorts are cute. And worth it. But the good thing? I tried on a size 12 cardigan and it FITS. FUCK YEAH. That boost my ego pure timeee. (Yeah I don't get the difference either).

My friend's just seen our old science teacher in town, apparently she put on loads of weight. I saw our old French assistant teacher this morning and she looks miserable. Shows how the leaving of the Class of '09 has put all the teachers on a downer, eh? ;]

Well, yeah.
I officially love buses today. Normally I hate them.
Why do I love them?
Well, this morning a chick sat next to me who coulda been my girlfriends twin. My girl lives about two hours away, so we don't get to see each other every day like I'd really like. So it made me happy to text her and sit next to her twin. And then, when I caught the bus home, a girl sat next to me who looked exactly like Alice Cullen from Twishite. I don't mean Ashley Greene, I mean Alice Cullen. Like, how she appears in my head. I fangasm'd so hard.

But before I got on the bus, when I was waiting at the stop, this scary, Zulu-warrior looking woman attacked an O.A.P. No one knows why. She flew across the road and punched the old woman straight in the back. A girl at the stop was like "Did she just?" I replied, "Uhuh." Her response? "What is this? I don't even!" She's now my favorite random bus-stop conversationalist ever.

Oh, and I just found out the clocky hobo has been murdered. Rest In Peace, Jools, you were the most amazing bum around town. You beat up Soley with your yoga mat, you were always drunk, and you always smelt like tobacco and wet dog. Everyone will miss you. Saturdays won't be the same without your ramblings.


Well, that's pretty much all you need to know today.
Catch you laters, lovelies.

It's either this or write a KaToph fanfic.

I've wanted to write a KaToph 'fic for days, though. Even though I haven't watched Avatar in months. I suppose it's coss now, I have my own Sugar Queen, haha. Not that a lot of people know about us. LOLjk, I'm so fuckin' happy I've told leik everyone I know. So I figured all you lot should know.

I still miss Stammers. And I miss my hamster, Spud. I know it's stupid to miss a hamster. But I do. That ginger bitch was my friend. And Stammers. Stammers was one of my best friends. It still hurts to think about her. I still want to cry when I think about her. But my girl makes it better. My Sugar Queen.

Who is she?! I hear you cry. Well, shakers and groovers, my Sugar Queen goes under the name of Coley. Or, if you ask me, Coley Cat. She's literally everything I've been searching for. To use the word "soul mate" sounds so fuckin' corny. But she is. We're completely alike, save for the love of My Chemical Romance (I'm sorry, but, Emilie Autumn + Amanda Fuckin' Palmer are where it's at, babe.)

So yeah. I figured I'd take the time to write a mushy blog.
A blog that makes me cry with happiness at the thought of everyone hearing about her.
Yet choke back tears at the remembrance that Stammers will never write again...