Helium Whore

Aaah! What a lovely day I've had to-day. >_> I'm starting to write like that. Anyway, I went into town with Samantha and Hayley. Firstly, we seen a man in a pretty floral shirt and skinny jeans, and seriously could not resist the temptation of stalking him. That lasted until Kelvingbridge underground to J. Sainsbury's' checkouts. We were distracted by Granny Knittings on Innocent smoothie bottles and Christmas cakes.

Afterwards, we went into Virgin (I refuse to call it by its current name, as such) and looked for a film and realised we were running a bit late for our rendez-vous with Hayley. Meeting in Borders, we were attracted to the magazine section, only to find subtle old-men-gay-porn and mens' fashion magazines. (Dirty faces are in.) We then spent about, perhaps, three hours in the humour section...

Onto Starbucks, in which Samantha got a steak panini and covered Nicole Kidman's face with steak, caramelised onions, and peppers (also covered in Monterey Jack cheese). We then got lost in the Childrens section briefling and I bought Orwell notes.

It was raining! So we ran up into the galleries and I forged a label in H&M for a fucking excellent winter hat. I love it. I think it made my day. Haaa, then we went into Birthday's and bought a helium balloon and inhaled it like junkie to herion. I make good Gryffy impersonation on helium, I may say.

Urban Outfitters are looking for Christmas staff @_@ I may apply. HA.

Wogan?

Ugh, yes, it was Children In Need today. And I had to go as Caesar which wasn't that bad since everyone knew who I was. Yeah. But I arrived in with some skankho ned who bored holes in your eyes. State of her instead >_> So I just went down to my locker prematurely and hung about there until the bell had rang, pretending I was looking in my locker interminably. Then we got buckets, badges etc etc. Finally we left after Xiang took forever to get dressed in his ele-funk costume.

We just walked along and gloriously begged off people en route to Kelvinbridge Subway. We meet a cheeky bastard of a germ. In case he's forgetting, we're in his maths class... Then we met a little bit of a perversion of an obsessed Terry Wogan fan, selling an Elvis Presley autograph. I thought I'd never mention that name on my blog. T_T

In town was rather dreadful, just walking the freezing cold in three t-shirts, a toga and a purple overall. Oh, and a wreath. After all that shenanigans, we just arrived back in the west end a begged some more; only I was absolutely starving and I had to resort to a latté and a nice [turn out to be utterly vile as it was GLUTEN-FREE X_X] egg mayo sandwhich.

After all that, we returned and were transformed into Scrooges and counted all the coppers! We altogether raised £4620, if I remember correctly. I thought it would have been better if we counted each individual bucket...

I went home and retired to by bed, aaah.

Salle de cinéma

Went into town, with Amy and Heather. Tried to go and see Tenacious D, but "we never looked old enough", so we went to see The Prestidge starring Christian Bale (who I never knew at the time) and that other guy. Looked boring, but actually turned out to be OK. It guessed starred David Bowie. Before this, I bought a soy cappuccino from Starbucks, and flashed my card at them, then got to swipe it -- but then my hand always goes shaky when I try to swipe it which is real embarrasing.
Then after the movie, we all went to Primark to look for shirts. There were some real oddball people in the store, and then I whipped out this crazy outfit whilst going down the esculator.
Then we both planned to go Christmas shopping next week (which I have practally already begun). So, this is really no problem.
Then we went home, and then I got some Hershey's, then I met Amy's dad. I then went home, some fat bastard of a ned with a big head started staring at me. I blatantly ignored him. I went home, had some chips, and then I am writing this.