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.