I’ve just realised I haven’t had a post about me for a while. So here’s one about this weekend.

Where do I begin…? Thursday Night. I went to stay over at Emma’s. It was a funny evening. She made me watch Katie and Peter Stateside; I was not impressed. But I have to admit it was hilarious when Peter fell off an automatic scooter! I was, however, not impressed at all with my Dad when I got my sleeping bag out. It smelt of his bloody fishing bait! On Friday, we got up at around 10 and had Special K for lunch seeing as it was nearly 12 by the time we ate. I packed my stuff and we went out, leaving my pillow and sleeping bag for Emma’s Mum to drop round later. We decided we’d walk to Shepherd’s Hill, which is the nearest place to Twyford where we can get the Reading Bus Service. Here’s a map of our route (the blue line- yes we are mental), click it for a larger version:

Eventually we made it to Shepherd’s Hill (B), just in time to see our bus drive away. It was rather irritating. As was waiting at the stop for 10 minutes and then noticing the bus takes 45 minutes to get to the town center. After a bit of shouting and moaning, I managed to persuade Emma to cross the road to the stop for the other route. It’s the same only backwards, so would take less time to get to town. It was working well until we were two hundred yards or so away from the stop and I saw the bus coming. There was some swearing (from me) and some running (from me) but the bus left, and we then saw the other bus we’d been waiting for at the top of the hill drive up the other way, bringing out grand total of missed buses up to three in less than half an hour. I was slightly annoyed. We’d gone down the side path which was away from the main road, and there were trees in between. I pissed Emma off a little by saying if we’d walked down the grass next to the road the bus would have seen us and not driven away, but oh well. We’d been sitting at the stop not five minutes before an older woman joined us. We, being nice youths who’d been brought up with manners, offered her the seat. We just got shouted at for being polite, which was nice. She eventually got on a different bus to us. It went to Reading, but it wouldn’t have been included in our Busabout tickets (all day travel, everywhere in Reading for £3.50, or £1.90 if you’re a child, or a teen with a card, like me). It’s a good deal on days like this, as we planned to take the bus about 4 times.
Eventually, we got to Reading. Emma wanted to go to H&M to get the top I’d bought two days before for £3. It was a nice top as well. We then went to the cheap card shop to get father’s day stuff. I ended up buying a card in Clinton’s afterwards because the only good cards in that place were massive and I couldn’t be bothered. Emma got one though. We then went to the station to get the bus back to mine.
When I’d got changed, we just bummed around for a bit and then went back into town. We’re not mad really… Emma was getting the bus back to Shepherd’s Hill and I was meeting Toby at the station and going back to his; it was a good plan! We went to Starbucks (of course) and waited. We sat there, Emma with her Strawberry Frappuccino and me with my Caramel Hot Chocolate, feeling like Sex and the City type girls in a café, watching out of the window for my lovely boyfriend to arrive. She was determined to spot him and know it was him before I said he was there…
Once we were done with our drinks, we headed down towards the station to get our buses. It was only when we were pretty much there that Emma said “where’s my ticket?” making me think about mine. It was a “mine’s in my purse, my purse is in my bag, OH MY GOD! WHERE IS MY BAG!?” moment. I’d left it in Starbucks…! I yanked Toby’s arm and we ran back to Starbucks; our bus was going to leave in about two minutes so we had to be quick. I panicked again when I saw it wasn’t at the table, but asked at the till and she gave it to me. I felt rather stupid… We got to the bus on time, though. Toby and I left Emma at her stop as our bus left first.
We got to Toby’s in time for dinner, but didn’t manage to finish eating until Phil arrived. Sarah and I had some fun putting as much party popper stuff on Phil before he noticed. It was really entertaining. Sarah had to go to bed at 10, but we played after that. One song in particular was funny. I was drumming and Toby was on the guitar. He’d managed to get the lump of scratchy pink paper streamers down the back of my jeans, so I was hitting his bum every time I had a break in my notes. That is, I was until he stole the drumstick. I thought it was quite funny, so I started playing with no sticks, like the bongo drums. It was fun until my hands started to tingle. I left, reluctantly, at midnight. I would have much rather stayed over, but there was no way I would have been allowed with Sarah there, so I had to settle with my bed at home.

Yesterday, I got up and had a shower before Toby woke up and texted me. There was F1 qualifying, so I had to go to his so he didn’t miss it, which was fair. Since he needed to go shopping, I knew we’d be going into town so I took the bus. There was one due when I left home, so it was good, and it meant I got more out of my Busabout. I felt really tired when I got to his house for no reason, so I fell asleep on him whilst he watched the F1. He had to shake me awake once; I was tossing and turning. My sleeping habits are really starting to annoy me. When I’m at home I can’t sleep deep enough for it to do me any good, and when I do sleep deeply I get nasty dreams still. Grr. We went into town after I’d been forced by Toby and his Mum to eat lunch even though I wasn’t hungry. We went to Next, ’cause I’d seen a lovely shirt in there that I thought Toby could get, but it was £28, and with a budget of £60 for new shirts, shorts and a jacket, it was a no. We went to TK Maxx to look for cheaper shirts, but in the end we went to my favourite shop in the world: Primark! I know it’s trampy, but it’s good when you like new clothes and you have no money, or very little. He got two shirts, some board shorts, a father’s day present, and a new pair of jeans. We then went off to Debenhams and River Island etc. to find a nice jacket for not too much money. We failed, so went to Starbucks. We had Caramel Hot Chocolate with a muffin each, although the woman forgot the caramel so we had Signitures. They were still really nice. I was dipping blueberry muffin in whipped cream!
We then went back to mine for a curry. We were watching TV while it was cooking, and I’d put on Jurassic Park 3 to fill up the time before we watched some old comedy thing with the food, but we ended up watching the whole film, using the many advert breaks (it was on ITV2) to get ice cream and cookies. After the film, Mum, Dad and Chris wanted to watch Hotel Babylon, so Toby and I went in the other room to watch Michael Macintyre’s Comedy Roadshow. The guests were really funny. The first American guy did one massive joke about a mobile butcher. “I’ve got a bag full of faggots!” I think was the best line I’ve heard in a while. We then watched a bit of Russel Brand before Dad took Toby home.

Today wasn’t as good. It was Father’s day, so I couldn’t see Toby. Mum woke me up ay 10 asking if I could ge dressed and go to ASDA with her. We did that, and then after Dad had been faffing around with his fishing stuff for almost an hour, we did the presents thing.
I am now spending my afternoon typing, and getting started with reducing the amount of crap in my bedroom. I’m planning on decorating at some point soon. Right now, the walls are dark purple and all the furniture is pale wood that is turning yellow in the sun. My plan is to paint the walls white, and the furniture black if that looks okay with the pale wood floor, because any new furniture won’t be the same wood colour thanks to the sun provided by a south(ish)-east facing bedroom. This won’t happen until after Toby gets back from his holiday though, as I helped him paint his room he shall help me do mine. Some time soon…