My weekend has consisted of - attending a masquerade ball, having a nightmare where I got crushed by a pile of giant ten tonne potatoes, working in the chocolate shop, drawing, charity shop shopping and hanging out with the 'boyf' or at least that is what Mizz magazine would call him. I miss Mizz magazine, I wish I could of been a cover girl at some point in my teen-hood, although I can't say I was much of an attractive 13 year old with my curly fringe and gawky facial expressions. I went from being super big blue eyed pretty at about ten years old, extremely shy of the opposite sex, only showing them affection through means of inflicting pain, to age 13/14 that awkward adolescent stage where I just deliberately so it seemed, tried to make myself look as ugly as possible i.e. budgies, sports clothing,untamed head of hair, adolescent angst to whatever I am now, now I'm just constantly frustrated with my hair mainly
Me and Dan watched The Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy last night, we were both very tired though he was falling asleep on my shoulder due his narcoleptic disorder and I was totally not understanding what was going on because we'd missed about half the film and I wish I had read the book first. So all in all it was not a successful film watching experience. Prior to this I ate over half a tube of lime and chili pringles so my mouth tasted as though I had just downed a whole bottle of washing up liquid. However the good thing about the wtaching of this film, it reminded me of my love for Zooey Deschanel, so here are some pictures to conclude the blog...








most of the pictures I fond of her are of this side of her face, she must favour her left side but I'm sure her right side is just as nice

ah love her

x x x

Becoming a 'Twit'

I signed up to twitter the other week, it's pretty rubbish really. I only have a few followers and one of them is 'the sex shop' whatever that is. The bad things about twitter for me so far are as follows

• The majority of my 'tweets' are food related
• I am not a celebrity thus rendering I lack 'fans'
• It is highly addictive and even though you know no one will see it you tweet something anyway
• I should probably be more cautious of letting my personal details and life story be known on the Internet after my stalker from work found me on facebook and has bombarded me with emails, he said to me the other week "you're the nicest person I've ever met", "you're such a good friend to me, one of my closest friends" and 'I just don't know what I would do without you"which suggests if I don't add him as a facebook friend he will top himself. The only sort of contact I've had with him is him coming into the shop literally every weekend three times a day, hanging around not buying anything, asking me a load of pointless questions while I'm trying to work and breathing heavily while staring at me.

http://twitter.com/LaureMcCabe