Thursday, August 30, 2007

800th Birthday, 50-something-th Birthday, 20th Birthday

There's been three birthdays over these past three days. The first, the 800th birthday, was Frank's. The robot who lives in my garage.

Although, seeing as how I don't know a Frank, don't know any robots (unfortunately) and don't have a garage this probably isn't true.

The truth is it was the city of Liverpool's 800th birthday on Tuesday. Some funky costumes & sculpture-things in the parade and fireworks in the night. To be honest, I've seen better fireworks.

Yesterday was my mum's birthday. She wanted to go and see Hairspray so we rode into town on the bus, met my sister outside her work to give her the house key and then walked down to the Odeon. I wasn't too fussed over seeing the flick, but it turned out to be pretty fun, entertaining and enjoyable. Corny as hell, yeah, but good none-the-less. In the evening, our Craig & Sarah decided to take us all out for tea at Wetherspoons. BBQ Chicken Melt needs a...a...well, I've sat here for a few minutes and can't think of a word, so, that's that.

And today is my sister's 20th birthday. Honestly, you'd think it was her 70th birthday or something, the way she was saying to me last night, "Oh, I'm getting old Lydia!! Tell me how old I am!!" "You're 19 Sarah. 19 for another hour or so." "Tell me again how old I am!" "You're 19." "Again." "You're 19." "Again."......
This really did happen. At about 11 oclock at night too. Heh, it was kinda funny though. In a weird sort of way.
We're not doing anything special today as a family because she's having a party at her own house. I wish her luck with that!

Well, that's all there is to say.


Thursday, August 23, 2007

Trogdor Tee

Well I actually got up (kinda) early today. I still got to watch The Crystal Maze though, I only got up an hour earlier than my normal 10:30. Anyway, it was that time again - time to go the hairdressers. Ugh. I mean, I like it when my hairs done and stuff, but I just hate going. I always feel pressurized (sp?) into talking to them but I never know what to say lol. And this time round the girl who was blow-drying my hair did it so it kinda 'curled' under my chin abit and, yeah, it looked nice when it was first done & everything but as soon as I arrived in the lovely seaside town of Southport at dinnertime KABLAMO! it was wrecked. As soon as I got in the door before I just ran for the straighteners. Seriously. And she said she'd blow-dried it STRAIGHT. My butt to that! I shouldn't complain really, they're nice people who do your hair, but still, it kinda annoyed me.

Anyway, I just wasted a whole bloomin' paragraph on that, even though that's not my main topic for this post. The main course is (yes, as the title suggests), today, as I walked to Central Station to meet my sister, with my mother in tow, I saw, a man, with...A TROGDOR T-SHIRT! Really! He was just crossing the road when I shouted, "Whoa!! He has a Trogdor t-shirt!". I was in serious awe. Serious. I've seen them in the store on the site like, but to actually see it in person......gaspeth.

Hehehe, I've still got 'I'll make a man out of you' in my head. Yes. The song off Mulan. The BEST song off any film I can think of at this precise moment. What makes it even better is Jackie Chan sings the Chinese (?) version of it! Shocking, I know!

Anywho, I'm probably boring you (even though I doubt anyone actually reads all this crap) so I better go. We may be watching Heroes tonight! Huzzah! Peter & Hiro should for Presidents of the World or something. They deserve it dammit!