Oh, wow. Remember way back in early January when I said I was gonna keep up with this? No, neither do I.
But what better day to restart it than on my 18th! That's right, motherbitches! As of today, I'm legal to do anything I damn well want! Well, until I get ID...
So, what have I done on this milestone of a day? Not much, to be honest with you. I had college, and nothing much happened there. I met up with Kayleigh beforehand, and she gave me a slab of Thornton's chocolate (HOH!). We got all excited about Young Guns on the 7th May, despite their appalling choice of venue (The Furnace aka A shithole), and probably did some "Jonny G..." scenarios.
In Blue Banana, I tried a Black Parade jacket on, and Kayleigh hated it. She slagged it off completely, and some complete stranger found it too funny. We made his day, tbqh. And then we made Swin City dude's day, by Kayleigh shoving a can of Mountain Dew in my bag whilst I was dithering. He loved it.
After college, Kayleigh and I trekked to the Outlet because we had cravings for KFC. It was lush, ta. And then we trundled to Claires, where Kayleigh bought herself a fantastic pair of translucent blue wayfarers. They are the epitome of spectacular.
My birthday cake was marvelous. Made by one of Mum's work colleagues, it was a VW Beetle-esque shape, minus the rear windscreen (I know, major design flaw) with 'MARTYN18' on the registration plates. But this is all overshadowed by the colour of the icing: BRITISH. RACING. GREEN. I was in love. I'm still in awe as to how she got that exact colour. I got a fantastic suit jacket, that Adolf-turned-Gok proceeded to give me fashion advice on :S Liz bought me a Cyanide & Happiness book, and Adolf said he knew what C&H was. And that he liked it. Oh dear. Still, I love it, and so should you. You slags.
Mo
