What makes me laugh is that the new kitchen is sat behind me in 13 or so boxes.

Jeez, 13 is an unlucky number. For instance, I was under the blissful but naive understanding that we would be attending school for the first time this term on the 13th, but it changed to the 5th, and then the 7th, and then the 10th, all in the space of about half an hour this morning. It's too much for Bella. *rubs head* . Also 13 makes people not want to live in number 13.

Anyway/who/what, this rest-uv-year has so much planned it must


~Jimbob (L)B says:
you there?

"Once more just before I'm leaving, Torn on the platform. 'Cause I'll miss you, and I love you." says:
Oui madam

~Jimbob (L)B says:
what did you call me?

"Once more just before I'm leaving, Torn on the platform. 'Cause I'll miss you, and I love you." says:
I said "Yes sir"

be, like, really excited to be my year. For instance <inserts colon>

12 Sep
Bella's birthday and Light Water Valley day
22 Sep 19:30
Jack Penate @ Leeds Met
18 Oct 8:00
Ray Lamontagne @ Bradford
19 Oct- 21st Oct
Amsterdam Young People's Film Festival @ Amsterdam
3 Nov 19:00
Hadouken avec Rosie @ Leeds Met
25 Nov 19:30
Newton Faulkner @ Leeds Met
29 Nov 19:30
Maroon 5 avec Rosa @ Newcastle

I've found some lovin' and some touchin' in some unexpected places, but there damn sexy and fine Places. Summer's nearlee over and it makes me upset, but I decided crying would only add to the rain that was about to fall on Bonny Leeds in the coming months, so I'm saving the environment, really. Leeds' environment. If Leeds was called Leed what a different place the world would be.

Leeds Fest came and went as quick as a very fast object, that ran me over. It was too fast, and I miss raving with Sumyit stoned off his face, and Archie looking like a drug-deal-eh, and the musicality, and the fires, and the Hollie. But next year is just itching to become excited as the present, as it becomes yet another memorable time in my life. It's my birthday in 3 days *squee*

Anyway, I'm hungry, so I'm gonna love and leave you.


P.S (If, Rosa, I did refer to you as a place, you'd be Rome)