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And not for a bad reason haha.

Twas my old primary school. As it’s the 29th Feb, women are supposed to propose to men or something, so some teacher at the school decided to propose to her boyfriend… with the help of thirty 5 year old kids.

It was on BBC Look North at 6.30pm and haha it was AWESOME.

(He said yes :))

(10:51:18 PM) de Wally: there’s this girl in her class
(10:51:24 PM) de Wally: and her name is
(10:51:26 PM) de Wally: Orelie
(10:51:31 PM) de Wally: and I bursted out in laughter
(10:51:36 PM) de Wally: and I asked her
(10:51:39 PM) de Wally: O rly?

Hahahahaha xD

Last weekend it was Amy’s birthday, and seen as I had yet to go and visit her at university, she invited me to go up and stay with her. So I booked some train tickets to Durham (tis nice and cheap and fast) and yay, I was going to see dear Amy again!

Despite getting progressively more ill through the weekend, I had such an amazing time. It was great to just see Amy again, I miss her so much! We write to each other all the time though, so much nicer getting a hand-written letter through the post than a ‘you have 1 new notification’ on Facebook

Anyway… I’ll try to keep this short and not too boring.

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I woke up in the middle of the night with my room shaking, in fact, with the whole house shaking. I would have been terrified but I thought I was imagining it cos I was ill, so I ignored it and just fell straight back to sleep.

Gem sent a twitter about the earthquake and I read it but I thought I dreamt that, too. Then I got up at 6.30am and checked my phone, and sure enough, there was Gem’s twitter text. I was so confused.

Then I got to work and I read the BBC website and yes, apparently there had been a huge earthquake this morning. Hmm.

I went to Durham on Saturday (blog to follow soon) and on the way I somehow developed a bit of a sore throat. Wasn’t too bad so I didn’t think too much of it. During the weekend is got steadily worse and by the time I was on the train back last night I could barely speak in more than a whisper. I was scared to get the bus cos the driver wouldn’t be able to hear me when I asked for a ticket, so I rang my dad and whispered for him to pick me up at the station if possible. I started coughing so horribly which was so painful but I couldn’t breathe unless I coughed. But it hurt to breathe anyway.

I waited in the cold and I came home and ate some dinner. I had a shower but I was so tired having had about 3 hours sleep the night before, so I went to bed at 9pm. I rang Bob but I sounded so horrific it was a quick ‘hi, goodnight’ and I fell straight asleep.

Today was work was thankfully quiet, but my throat is still horrendous. And now I’ve developed the worst cold as well. So yes, to sum up: it hurts to breathe, I constantly need to cough but it’s so fucking painful to cough, I can barely talk above a whisper, and even then I still sound like an old dying man, I have a terrible cold and even though I bought some super-soft tissues, when you use about 50 million of them your nose is still bloody sore.

I feel most unattractive.

I don’t want to call in sick to work tomorrow.

Camera phone in dressing rooms, lol. I’m wearing this to Amy’s party tomorrow.

Garden State effect.

Lol, I just got this email at work, hope you enjoy it as much as I did

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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “my car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”

The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “we can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.

The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.

That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “we can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man says, “all right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?”

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I had forgotten that Amy’s birthday party on Saturday was fancy dress, with a theme of Fairytales, so in a mad rush I searched around for something I could possibly wear and describe it as ‘fairy-tale-ish’. I now have a great idea. I am going to be Puss in Boots, which considering we’re going out to a student union bar/club sounds a lot sluttier than it will infact be. No I won’t be wearing a catwoman suit a la Halle Berry, a la skintight leathers :/

I’m just going to wear a cat mask (thanks Bob!) and some boots. (And obviously a dress as well).

Awesome innit. I’m really looking forward to going to Durham to see Amy. Starters I’ve never been to Durham before, and secondly, it’s been aaaaages since I’ve seen Amy. She’s so wonderful. This weekend will be ace!

I nearly bought this dress today. I can’t for the life of me think why I didn’t

(It looks a lot nicer on). I think I’ll go back tomorrow and buy it.

Hahaha it makes me laugh to still think about it.

Read this for more info.

Yep it’s a huge big commercial piece of rubbish. Everyone agrees that it is no different to any other day, yet single people still moan about being single, and people in a relationship feel happy they have someone to “be their Valentine”.

So yes, although I don’t go in for the whole tacky and commercial issue of Valentine’s, forgive me that I do feel happy that for the first time in my life I have someone to spend it with, and I know that if I was single I would be saying “pfft Valentines, so cares!” while inside wishing I DID have someone to be with on that day, wishing I had someone to spend it with. But it doesn’t mean that just because I do have a boyfriend that I will go and buy lots of overpriced consumerist rubbish which is pink and fluffy and is in the form of a huge great teddy bear which is holding a heart saying ‘I LOVE YOU’ or something equally sickly. Being Feb 14th doesn’t mean that I suddenly love him more than I do any other day, or that we should do something special just because it’s Valentines. Valentine’s is a poor reason for people to be all lovey-dovey and stuff: if you love someone, you love them every day!

I’ve only ever had one Valentine’s card, but it hardly counts because it was from Amy last year at college, and she wrote it in a German lesson, so it came out as “frohliche Tag des Valentins” haha.

I’m going to listen to my mix CDs from Bob all day and then I shall meet him at the train station tonight. And I can’t wait to see him.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

This picture’s got a woman who looks like you, and a guy who looks just like someone I’ve seen. When it turns out, I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed.