Happy blog

I know pretty much all my blogs are happy, but i am unoriginal and I'm in a rather happy mood. First and foremost i just discovered today that Guillemots are playing a gig in November at the Empire in boro. I actually couldn't believe my eyes when i read it, i thought it was just one of those nights where they just give away band related stuff and this week it was guillemots. Anyway, I'm proper proper excited, don't wanna get too ahead of myself just in case it sells out before i get chance to get tickets and what not. So i will just conclude this paragraph with the following -
"wooooooooohoooooooooo!!!"

Okay. I had the nicest day on Saturday, did the usual routine of walking the dogs, and going to billingham with my mam and auntie. It was such a gorgeous day though, and i didn't want to waste it, so when i got back i decided to walk to Ropner park. I was sitting in the yard debating weather to go or not, and something inside me just went "fuck it! why am i sitting here trying to think of reasons not to go, get a grip Bianca" And i thought yeah, who would have thunk that there would be such a nice day at this time of the year, i might as well take full advantage of it. And take full advantage i did. I packed a bag with an apple and a drink and i was off. My new house is only a 10 minute walk so it was pretty great.
It was just dead nice, I had a few photo's to throw in at this point, but my phone settings on the computer have decided they hate me so I'll have to put them in later on when i can work out what the fuck has happened.
I sat round the pond/lake, i found the perfect bench it was under this little tree, but there was loads of red sticky berries that had fallen on it, maybe the birds had pecked them down or something i dunno, so i flicked a few off and made a berry-free patch so i could sit down, "this is great" i thought "theres berries everywhere else on the bench, that'll put anyone off sitting next to me". However, i was wrong, cause this man and woman came along with a kid and decided they were getting in on my lovely spot. To be honest though, it was such a nice day and I'd had such a nice walk i wasn't really as infuriated as i would have been normally, i was a little bit annoyed like, but anyway, so i moved across a bit (making sure to avoid any more berries). Luckily i had my earphones on/in so i didn't have to engage in small talk with them, though i got the impression they wouldn't have anyway. I discovered ducks quacking are louder than led zeppelin, and i think i had the sound on about 11 (of out 14 so still quite loud really).
Anyway, they were there for quite a while and i just wanted them to fuck off cause i felt dead uncomfortable, I was eating my apple at the time as well so i thought hmm i wonder how much of the apple i can eat before theres only the horrible hard core bits left. I got this far -

I decided to just keep nibbling for the duration of their stay. The apple started going brown cause I'd been trying to eat it for so long. At this point i did consider starting to act really weird, like have a conversation with myself or something in the hope it'd drive them away, couldn't bring myself to do it though. I just kept ravaging quickly disappearing apple and making loud sucking noises. They did eventually go away and i was left in peace again.
It was the first time I'd actually appreciated how nice ropner park is. I had a nice view of the massive trees at the other side of the pond/lake, the sun was shining right on them and they looked gorgeous, all orangey green. I seen 2 squirrels. Ropner park squirrels are weird, they're grey but have red cheeks, unless its just one squirrel running around all the park masquerading as many squirrels. I know the grey ones are supposed to be "evil" but they are cute, it cant be helped.
So I'd told my mam I'd be back at half 4 (when my auntie was coming to pick us up to walk the dogs again), and just as i turned the corner into my street, my auntie came driving round the corner at the exact same time, good fortune or what. So we get in the car and she suggests taking the dogs to the beach, so i was like haha ace, can this day get any better?
So we went to seaton beach, (or the north Gare for anyone in the know) When we got there, we seen there were pirates there

That was quite fun. There was quite a big group of teenagers on the beach so i guess they'd brought it. I think they were probably celebrating "Talk Like A Pirate Day" even though they were a day late, or maybe they thought it was such a good day they extended it to two days, who knows.
The sea was amazingly calm, there were no waves at all, plus the beach was almost deserted as well.
So there was my great Saturday, only it wasn't over yet. That night we had an almost two hour long power cut. It was so much fun, theres just something magical about a power cut, it makes me feel like a kid again. Maybe its just the effect of walking around the house with candles. People were out in the street looking lost and wandering around not knowing what to do, or how long it'd last. I was quite disappointed when the lights came back on, but i was glad it had lasted as long as it did.
I cant really recall what i did on Sunday, apart from have the first Sunday dinner we'd had in ages, it was niiiice. Monday, cant really remember what happened then either apart from a quick mooch around town with Vicky.

Today though i got to indulge in my unexplained love of laundrettes. Me and my mam went to take some blankets and things that were too big for our normal washing machine. It was warm and cosy, and had old 80's style posters up and wooden clad walls. It was like being back in time. Theres something about laundrettes that make me feel just comforted and safe. My mam said that when i was a baby and we lived in Harting road flats, we used to come to this same laundrette, and all the gypsy women would say "come and look at this babby" and coo around me in awe of my masses of thick baby hair. Maybe somewhere in the back of my brain i can remember being in there when i was a baby. I dunno, that's they only vague reason i can think of for having a sort of affinity with the places.


Hmmm oh well. Oh crap i said i would stop saying hmm didn't i. Fuck it. I should stop swearing as much as well really.
My hands are sticky cause iv been eating apple slices while iv been doing this. It was worth it though.
Okay I'm rambling.

Cyaaaaaaa

Halloween and washing machines

Sooo. I decided to do a blog, i had all these ideas swimming in my head and now im here, im finding it really hard to start this thing hmm. I think i say hmm too much. Im gonna stop. I think this is the first one iv made since moving house. We've been here since last wednesday, theres still quite a lot of stuff lying around the house, i think by now it should have all been put in its right place but im not sure. For all the moving house i seem to have done, i cant really recall what it was like moving into the old one and how long it took to get all the stuff in the right place.
Iv re-arranged my bedroom 3 times so far, i cant be bothered to move it all around any more so how iv got it now is how its going to stay, at least till we decorate it. Im not quite happy with it still, and i just wish i'd kept it as it was the first time cause it felt a lot more spacious. Its the goddamn wardrobes that's unsettling me, they just take up too much room and there isnt a place for them, at least not the second one. Maybe i'll feel better when its properly tidied, cause theres a few bags still left to sort out. I'll definately feel better when the horrible pink is painted over, and i'll definately feel better when iv stuck my posters and pictures and stuff back up. And i will most definately feel better when the disney cartoons have been painted over, fuck it, i dont want to feel like a 12 year old every time i walk into the room. (the clock guy is called Cogsworth, yess!)

Anyway. My knees are cold. I feel like every time i come on here i complain that some body part is cold. Nevermind.
Im kind of gettng excited about halloween, strange fancy dress ideas keep popping into my head, even though i dont know what or if im even doing anything for halloween. Fuck it, i'll dress up anyway even if i dont do anything. I might actually go halloweening, just chuck a sheet over my head i could easily pass as a child. Might be a good little moneyspinner that actually!
I had planned on going as Ginger Reyes ages ago just cause she's so cool and wears ace clothes, but actually thats a really rubbish one, nobody would get it and it has no halloween connotations. Amy Winehouse i thought would be a funny one, (she is a bit of a horror) i might do that, not sure i could really create a beehive though. Robert Smith or Siouxsie Sioux might be fun but i just want an excuse to back-comb my entire head. I hit upon the idea of going as Karen O but she's not really halloween-y. Then just now i thought it'd be fun to be the goblin king off Labyrinth but seeing as i havent even seen it, i dont think id wanna do it. Im sick of being a pirate so im not doing that any more. Fuck it. I'll work something out.

I put some clothes in the washer tonight, and when i went to get them out, the washer door wouldnt open, so now all my clothes are stuck in. Actually there wasnt many, but its still annoying. It'd be funny if we could just never get the door open and had to chuck the washer out with my stuff still inside it haha.

Im getting up early tomorrow and going down town with my mam. She's buying me a New York print. Would it be too cheeky just ask for the money instead? Ha. aw thats well bad i wouldnt do that. Im so sick of stockton town at the moment, its bollocks, and i feel like iv been every day this week, though im sure i havent.
I wore a dress and a cardigan today, i wish we'd had more sunny days this year. I just want to go out in the sun and buy a carton of mango juice from the indian shop round the corner. Theres something wierd about drinking mango juice when its not sunny.

Err anyway. Im going to bed.

while im waiting for my dinner to cook

my feet are cold, because i took off my shoes and socks as soon as i came in cause i was boiling. and now my feet are cold. I do this all the time and i never learn my lesson.
Mince dinner is cooking away and im hungry. we were going to have it yesterday, a sunday dinner, but we didnt bother in the end. My peas have just pinged in the microwave.
Soo its September the 1st today. Im becoming increasingly uneasy about turning 22. Why does it sound so much older than 21? Urgh.
I had a really bad night last night. I was woken up at 4am (Again, the night before chavs were crying/fighting around the corner shortly followed by smashing of about 3 windows, nice) by the dog going completely mental. So i stumbled out of bed, my mam must've got up 30 seconds before me and was halfway down the stairs. Someone had been pressing our doorbell (and i dont think it was jack white unfortunately). At 4am. wtf. The dog was still going crazy and had ran downstairs to the front door. My mam poked her head out of the window and shouted "what do you want?" to no answer. It was all really spooky, we listened via the telephone intercom to see if we could hear anything, and it did kind of sound like someone was quietly shuffling about, im not sure if it was the wind cause there was only a light breeze. Then a few minutes later it rang again. Then i started to get really fucking scared. Theres a kind of alleyway next to our front door, but it had a gate put on it last week, so whoever it was down there hadnt gone away. Commence dog going batshit crazy again. I was trying to get my mam to phone the police but she wouldnt. There wasnt even any of the local chavs hanging around either, you can usually hear their mouths going. It was just dead. So we were both shitting ourselfs, patroling the house. It got to about ten past 5 and we were still sitting on the setee waiting for something to happen, i was knackered at this point and went to bed. Then i was woke up again, by someone pressing the bell again, at 6am. My mam said she'd just gone back to bed as well. The bell got stuck though so it was just going off constantly (an anoying american woman asking "hello, is anyone home?") till my mam went down to have a look, with the dog of course. There was no one there though.
So yeah, it was proper creepy, and i was fucking terrified. My mam took the battery out of the bell today haha. If they come back tonight though, we have another bell for some reason, so maybe we'll get woke up again.
In the light of day i feel cocky as about it now, and i think if it happens again im going to poke my head out of the window and unleash a torrent of verbal abuse to the bastards.

RAA!