Three weeks of tumblr caught up on. Speaking to an ex. Ben Herb, your tumblr is great. Some wacky gifs. I’m in bed right now. 9am start tomorrow. I’m poor at structuring sentences, so I keep the short. Minimalists embarrassing grammar issues.*minimalises. The irony
Another day. Today was alright. Woken up by a text and not by an alarm clock - always nice. School for the majority of the day. Gym for an hour. This is routine now. Then work. Had a great weekend, tho. ‘Smashed it’ in every way possible. My weekends are very good at the moment, they’re diverse and I get to kick back with some cracking people. I like people. It feels as tho I live for the weekends. I’m excited for things like being in duty with St John, parties, open days. Regular stuff. Regular guy. Learning some stuff on the guitar at the moment, and failing.
This marks my return to tumblr. No, I’m not a tumblr cunt.
I’m going to have to start tumblr again
After a long spell of tumblr inactivity, I’m making my return. Malawi knocked me off my feet tumblrwise - it’s time to get back into gear.
*Pause for applause*
Enjoy yourselves x
For the mother of all tumbles when I’m back from Malawi. Just gonna scan my diary in, so you’ll see it for what it is
Zac Moore and I went to a year 10 party that we were invited to. Then, we weren’t invited (cheers, Aaron). Spoke to a few people. A few italians. Anyway. Went to Tesco. Bought some ermmm, caramel yoghurts? What are they called? Creme caramels! That’s it!
It started to rain. Asked three different people for a lift. Some bloke with a punto (small penis, in portuguese) declined. Not surprised. So, Zac and I ran to town, from stukeley, bare foot and shirtless.
Then, we ran into Lily Sheehan, from Brighton. I’m rapidly scribing this as I remember. She gave me her number and she was HOT! Anyway. Zac and I might Dan Bevan half naked in the taxi rank - ‘Hey Dan!’
Anyway, we had a couple of pints at the tuns, sang ’Many of Horror’ on Karaoke. It’s funny because Dan was sober and I was pissed. Oh well. Soaked through and full of chips and chicken nuggets, but now enough sauce, because I’ve had ‘quiet enough, you little thief’.
‘Hey, are you American?’
‘Yeah, I’m from Missouri’
‘Cool, I like Vintage Mustangs’
‘I used to restore those in the USA’
‘Dan, why haven’t we met this guy before? Guys, this guy is from Missouri!’
‘Just be quiet, Jack’