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Long story short, there was a competition at Clare College, Cambridge to display some photos on the wall in somewhere so my brother entered for me and I won 2 spots on the wall! Here, look!

We had a lovely weekend in Cambridge about which I cannot be bothered to write every tiny little detail (it’s boring anyway). Basically we had a nice day out on Saturday and I met up with Joanne briefly for lunch, and then later on we had champagne, wine and Thai food (in that order) to celebrate Alan being 21. I slept at Ted’s house on the floor and got up dead early as he was going to Bedford at some ridiculous hour (well, 8am, that was my lie-in of the week).

Then we came home and I curled up on the backseat of the car and slept with Okkervil River on repeat in my ears. It was a good weekend.

The last few weeks have been pretty great, the next few weeks are going to be awesome, starting tomorrow:

Tomorrow: Get up dead early to go to Cambridge to see brothers (and Joanne)

Next Thursday (Valentines Day): Bob is coming for the weekend :D:D

Weekend after that: Off to Durham for Amy’s birthday!

Mint, that’ll take me to the end of Feb, and then only have a few weeks left at work after that. Travel plans are going well, got a route, now I need to book hostels/inter-rail card x2 and I am practically sorted.

Yay.

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I’m coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody else around, you were outside the house… where’s your mother? When he put you in the car, when he took you down the road. And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago. But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now. Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow, just let me stick around while I tell you, like before, you should say his name the way that he said yours. But you don’t want to say his name anymore. Oh, Cynda Moore. Baby daughter on the road, you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat. Well I can still see the cigarette’s heat. I can’t believe all that you’re telling me, what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth as you are telling me forget it. But if I could tear his throat, and spill his blood between my jaws, and erase his name for good, don’t you know that I would? Don’t you realize I wouldn’t pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I’d call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don’t know what he did, tell his brand-new wife and his second kid. And I’ll tell you, like before, that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours, you want no part of his life anymore. Oh Cynda Moore, don’t lose me now, let me help you out. Though I know that I can’t help you anyhow, when I watch you I’m proud. When I tell you twice before that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours, you want no part of his life anymore. Oh Cynda Moore. It’ll never be the way it was before, but I wish that you would let me through that door. Let me through that door, baby.

This has been my favourite song for almost a year. I still can’t get enough of it, and last night, I heard it live! Bob saw Okkervil River live in London, and phoned me during this song YAY!

When I was a little girl in primary school, we once did a class assembly about Pancake Day. I was the chef and the teacher found me a white chefs outfit and a big tall hat to wear. I stood by a plastic oven and held a plastic frying pan and I had a plastic pancake we nicked from the nursery box of plastic food which I had to throw up in the air and flip over. I spent ages practising beforehand so I could be able to catch it. I wanted to toss it and flip it infront of the whole school.

I missed it. I went so red.

Anyway on another note I do love pancakes. We’re having them tomorrow though, not tonight (long story). Can’t wait!

1. I hate bananas but I wish I liked them.
2. I always put on clothes left foot/hand first: socks, trousers, shoes, tops, gloves etc. Even my earrings I always put the left ones in first.
3. I have never had a nosebleed.
4. I used to think ‘Disney’ was spelled with a P instead of a Y. In my defence, it really does look like a P!:



5. I got mauled by a cat when I was young, hence my dislike for them now.
6. I used to be afraid of the shower.
7. One of the best presents I’ve ever got is a hand-knitted multicoloured scarf. I went to China for 2 weeks at Easter 2004 and when I came back Lucy said she missed me so much she spent everyday knitting it for me.
8. When I was little and my mum made cakes, I would eat both layers of icing (from the top and the middle) and leave the actual cake sponge layers cos it wasn’t as nice. I told my mum I was too full.
9. I used to be the second fastest 100m sprinter in school, 13.1 seconds baby.
10. I’ve never read LOTR all the way through.
11. The first CD I ever bought was U2 - All That You Can’t Leave Behind. I still love it.
12. I have never fainted and I’m scared of ever doing so.
13. When I was about 8 I touched one of those pea things off a tree my mum told me was poisonous and I licked my finger. I spent about a year thinking I was going to drop dead any day.

Rubbish to be allergic to something and you have no idea what it is, but I guess it could be worse.