So beautiful, oh so bloody beautiful... I have had such a sunny week, hasnt everyone in chester apart from that little dribble of rain yesterday which only the lazy people that stay in bed cannot remember? anyway, i am starting again for the millionth time and i am going to write a little something about being one step behind your friends. Not meant to sound like death or something similar. Something similar to death? arrrgggh ok, depressive Lianne, off she goes again. What am i actually writing about? You know when you write something and you just look at the keyboard and not what you are actually typing upon screen, it kind of has this knock on effect. The one where noone reads your blog because its too wordy. The one where noone reads your essays and you fail what you have been working for in just a week. Hey ho! So being behind your friends. Part of the reason i am writing this blog today is because the only way that i can get my point across is by writing it down. Nobody will take the time to read but, we shall see.. So last night my hand was Slightly toastie, it had a little crust on it from the shitty heater above my head in Telfords that i didn't realise was there until the whole of outside heard me scream. It was oh so lovely. The only reason this happened was because i was trying to prove Daisy wrong. Daisy always wins, she is that kinds of personality that just gets away with being retarded because her loveliness adds up to it. I, on the other hand am not lovely it seems, if this is what we are basing it upon. I am just a fool. A fool that everyone loves to make a fool of. Thats fine. Its okay, I can deal with it. DEPRESSIVE TONE AGAIN. But, Daisy stood upon the bench, Raised her hands in the air, tight fists, and a big 'wahoo' like a bit of a cheer. Lianne, aka 'FOOL' gets up on the bench under the heater and does the same thing but punches the heater! BAM. I don't know if anyone has ever been so stupid to do the same thing but, if you ever get close to a heater in Telfords then you would understand. Stand a meter away from it and your head feels like fire. put your hand on it and... SINGE.
So, just another reason for my friends to lather me in fool soap! Bubbly BUBBLY!
Thinking back, nobody asked whether i was okay straight away, it took them about a minute which is a long time to be in pain without anybody really showing some sort of consideration toward my toasted little hand. But i'm fine. I really am.
