Oh yes, there were profanities in copious abundance on our journey home...
We were supposed to be on the m25 for 18 minutes...instead we were there for 2 fecking hours. The whole trip was near on seven hours and we didn't stop for the toilet and we were running out of petrol so to conserve what little we did have left we couldn't use the air conditioning so we baked in the fecking car on the fecking M twenty-fecking-five. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
but i'm back in Guildford now!
I put my awesome shell on my desk upstairs...it's gorgeous; it's a half of a massive scollap shell xD love it
hahahaha dad climbed up onto the ruins at Penrhos with me 'n' ange and when he was almost at the top *camera still in hand* he suddenly realised that his position was ever so slightly precarious...
"...what the f**k am i doing?!"
errrrrrrm, coursework and revision to be done but wednesday shall be a day of great cheer and fun.
I reckon I'm a head on over to youtube now...I fancy watching some junk right about now.
Peace and love and all that jazz