ARGH!

Lately I've begun to associate watching scary films with nightmares about them afterwards. Simple you may think, but I've never had them before until just recently.

After watching House Of 1000 Corpses, I dreamt that my hand fell off and I was running around trying to stick it back on. I could feel stinging and could hear the noise the congealed blood was making when it kept falling back off while Chad Michael Murray (although he has nothing to do with the film) was chasing me. Nasty.

Last night I dreamt the alien spy camera things from War Of The Worlds were chasing us. Houses were being blown up and we were trying to close the curtains but Murray's mum was shouting at us to leave them alone because she wanted them to be "kept nice". Quinn was also in this dream, drinking cider. Strange.

Ooh, I had a good birthday! Nine Inch Nails were AMAZING! I nearly peed my pants. On my actual birthday, we went to Rufus then the Catty and got MANGLED. Then we stayed at McCann and Quinn's. I had the worst hangover ever afterwards, it lasted two days.

On Friday, Ash and I went to Hamilton Asda, bought UM BONGO and went to see Madagascar, which was great. Later on, I went to Murray's and we watched House Of 1000 Corpses.

On Saturday I got to work behind the bar for the first time ever! It was great and apparently I did very well.

Had a usual Sunday: went to the studios and then I went back to Murray's and stayed the night.

Today I came home at 9 because I had to phone this mad place for a job interview. The woman I needed to speak to apparently wasn't in and when I proceeded to explain why I was calling, the guy cut me off midsentence, barked "call tomorrow!" and hung up. Wankers 'R' Us.

Now I am bored.

Wednesday should be rather amazing: Sara's pyjama party at the Langs Hotel. Yass! Ash and I shall prop up whichever bar we can find!

xXx

PS. I'm listening to one of the most gorgeous songs ever written.