Within the dilemma of the majority of my friends leaving me in search of a better life through the means of higher education i thought i was very much on my own. I was wrong.
Phil was a guy, who in primary school called on me (almost) every day after school on his bike and then I would get my bike out and we would call on the rest of our little gang and go find somewhere to sit down or a tree to climb on. Usually we would crash round his or Jonos house and listen to Nickelback or watch trash movies.
I was allowed to play football with the guys, a privalige no other girl had from year 3 and upwards, despite the fact i was awful.
I was a little bit of a tomboy, i didn't understand how girls played.
My favourite game was when we had a few of us and we would jump into a bush from the fence of a playground and the attempt to play tig inside this giant bush.
Anyway! Phil and me by year 5 decided we should be girlfriend and boyfriend because we looked out for each other big time, when he had a broken leg whenever anyone tried to push him over or anything like that i would make sure that i could carry out a full revenge. But by mid year 6 we had seen sex ed videos and the meaning of girlfriend and boyfriend was warped, we didnt realise there were strings! Kissing, hugging, holding hands, no way. Anything else, unthinkable.
We just wanted to ride on our bikes, climb trees and chill out to bad movies and good music, forever.
It's unfortunate that that was ruined.
We had the best times, i really loved them, an awesome childhood.
So when his mum came into Browns and told me Phil was actually taking an apprenticeship and still lived at home i was ecstatic, i hadn't seen the guy for at least 3 years and before then we had made new friend groups and we only had a chance to say quick hellos.
So we went to watch a movie called Gamer, it was awesome, we both liked it.
On Wednesday we are going to chill round his with loads of food and watch the Hangover.
I can't wait.
Ped. x
Monday 28 September 2009
Thursday 17 September 2009
How is work going?
So this is my third week of being a waitress and my days am i shattered.
You have to be pretend happy all the time.
Stay at the table till you are absolutely positive the old biddy has made her mind up whether she wants ketchup with that bowl of chips.
Not let on that you are pretty sure you have just burnt all fingerprints off by carrying that plate without a cloth.
Look representable.
Never cough, sneeze, hiccup (spelt wrong) when carrying, giving, or taking away food/drinks.
Tell everyone who will listen that table 12 wants their mains now.
Remember the table numbers, they go in this order - 3, 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 22, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109.
Yes, there are some missing and yes, it starts on 3.
I have also managed to be getting texts and offers of lifts home off a man i new from college that also works there, a total player but always very honest. I did enjoy blocking off a driveway and a different road with police cones with him on the night i said i would go to the fair with him (,it was shut when we arrived due to it being a late finish at work).
No kiss to tell of there.
Just illegal use of police cones.
Within my spare time i have been attempting to organise my gap year and they only thing I have done so far is emailed a youth hostel called the flying pig...
All painting has grinded to a halt, including this ridiculously boring flower my mum wants for the lounge.
Not said goodbye to everyone i wanted to who is going to university and leaving me, though i reckon i managed to do the very main ones. Tomtom took me for a hot chocolate and pillow buying, Jonny took me to eat icecream and Will watched Scrubs sat next to me for 5 minutes while Tom talked to his girlfriend on the phone.
Joanne just dissapeared and i reckon so have the rest of them.
Who are these people!? They are people who succeeded in getting into university and having the guts to go there first time round, THEY will be getting rather drunk and (most probably) making many a mistake within freshers week whilst i work my butt off to get drunk on a later date.
Enough is enough.
You have to be pretend happy all the time.
Stay at the table till you are absolutely positive the old biddy has made her mind up whether she wants ketchup with that bowl of chips.
Not let on that you are pretty sure you have just burnt all fingerprints off by carrying that plate without a cloth.
Look representable.
Never cough, sneeze, hiccup (spelt wrong) when carrying, giving, or taking away food/drinks.
Tell everyone who will listen that table 12 wants their mains now.
Remember the table numbers, they go in this order - 3, 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 22, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109.
Yes, there are some missing and yes, it starts on 3.
I have also managed to be getting texts and offers of lifts home off a man i new from college that also works there, a total player but always very honest. I did enjoy blocking off a driveway and a different road with police cones with him on the night i said i would go to the fair with him (,it was shut when we arrived due to it being a late finish at work).
No kiss to tell of there.
Just illegal use of police cones.
Within my spare time i have been attempting to organise my gap year and they only thing I have done so far is emailed a youth hostel called the flying pig...
All painting has grinded to a halt, including this ridiculously boring flower my mum wants for the lounge.
Not said goodbye to everyone i wanted to who is going to university and leaving me, though i reckon i managed to do the very main ones. Tomtom took me for a hot chocolate and pillow buying, Jonny took me to eat icecream and Will watched Scrubs sat next to me for 5 minutes while Tom talked to his girlfriend on the phone.
Joanne just dissapeared and i reckon so have the rest of them.
Who are these people!? They are people who succeeded in getting into university and having the guts to go there first time round, THEY will be getting rather drunk and (most probably) making many a mistake within freshers week whilst i work my butt off to get drunk on a later date.
Enough is enough.
Tuesday 8 September 2009
Let us begin
I think we should have some introductions.
My name is Ped, yes Ped because my real one is beyond common and boring and this one was given to me in college as an abbreviation of my last name: Pedersen.
I recently got ABC in my A level reaults A in Art, B in History and C in Maths.
I am chuffed to peices and have a place to study architecture at Northumbria University next year.
Currently on a year out and i have succeeded in getting a job in these hard times, minumum wage mind, £4.77 an hour.
This will very much be a babblathon so enjoy enjoy anyone who happens to come across this.
I mainly set this up so that i would be able to follow my best friend who has mished off to India for some bizarre reason.
i think this is enough for now as i need to blow my nose and i'm quite tired
Much love, Pedalo. x
My name is Ped, yes Ped because my real one is beyond common and boring and this one was given to me in college as an abbreviation of my last name: Pedersen.
I recently got ABC in my A level reaults A in Art, B in History and C in Maths.
I am chuffed to peices and have a place to study architecture at Northumbria University next year.
Currently on a year out and i have succeeded in getting a job in these hard times, minumum wage mind, £4.77 an hour.
This will very much be a babblathon so enjoy enjoy anyone who happens to come across this.
I mainly set this up so that i would be able to follow my best friend who has mished off to India for some bizarre reason.
i think this is enough for now as i need to blow my nose and i'm quite tired
Much love, Pedalo. x
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