//frankie says relax.

[music x dirty pop]

i've discovered the quickest and most effective way to disolve a friendship.
independently try and book a complex, multi-country, overseas vacation at 9:30 in the morning. Guarenteed to end in stoney silence with only the quiet crackle of Dr. Pepper to be heard. Italy and Greece are killers. Eff you ferry company that doesn't allow you to book tickets if you're not booking a quadrillion pound hotel. EFF YOU. But glory, glory, once in a while you find a random site that gives you everything you want, need and desire, all in the form of one reasonably priced flight. it's at that moment of discovery that all the ill will and death threats become things of the past. no one cares about the time you tried to smoke the other in the head with the computer mouse - it's water under the bridge because you found the answer. halleluja. and then you finish booking, print off all the conformations and head home. a month later you go, get lost, fight, utter familiar death threats, and still have the time of your life.

a month later it comes time to book the south of france in may.
lather, rinse, repeate, murder.

// flapjacks.

[music x venus commerical]

today was pancake day. it's the day before lent starts, or so i'm told. today was my education.

peter (sandra, my housemistress' husband) came out and asked if i would like to join them for pancakes. i abliged as i was to lazy to actually make a proper supper for myself. i went into the kitchen and we got to talking. now i was thinking that pancake day was something like jeans day back home. apparently not. sandra started rambling on about lent and emptying your cupboards, and what did i say? "it's a christian thing, right?"

i am beyond uncultured sometimes.

//...

[music x a.p.a - let U go]

i was watching the hits desperatly trying to nail the dance moves to bye bye bye for my audience of no one when i started to wonder why it took us so long to realize that lance is gay. if the highlights weren't a dead give away, i don't know what else could've been.

// got cheese?

last night tamzin (my assistant housemistress) walks into my room holding about a kilogram of cheese in her arms.

"don't laugh, but i'm confiscating their cheese."

apparently the girls had left a huge brick of cheese out on the counter all day and it had gone bad.

cut to tamzin's creative punishment.

i now have enough cheese to feed the majority of winchester in my fridge...

if anyone's interested in some tasty animal by products, let me know...

// the church.

welcome

to the church.

meet maria, caleb and seve.

kelly spotted the strippers.

everybody was KUNG-FU fighting.

clearly, those cats were fast as lightning.

ciao.

//?

anna nicole is dead?

tbh, it's one less celebrity that i can meet which saddens me.

i think we can all appreciate her taking the bullet and marrying the 89 year old oil tycoon for the sake of raking in a portion of his $1.8 billion when he finally kicked the bucket.

edit.

my sister has pointed out that the anna nicole "baby daddy" drama

is still plastered on CNN.

let's get back to Iraq, shall we?