"Having a catch up is what grannies do." -Adinda Orrell
There are two definitions of catch up.
1. Reach the point where one should be after delay.
2. Talk to someone you haven't spoken to for a long time.
Ok fine. There is only one official meaning of the phrase "catch up". I made up the last one but I might suggest it to Websters.
I got back from a school trip to Ypres yesterday (how do you even say thats anyway). It was really fun. Another 9G trip. Well it would have been if a certain bum face hadn't wanted to split us up. And if another certain bum face hadn't missed the coach. Anyway it was a half-of-9G trip. We got the back of the coach (:
So we were just talking about a load of crap that I don't think ANYONE should mention again. We went to a field, and another field and a cemetry, and another cemetry and then the fattest most amazing cemetry ever. Me and Lydia and Kitty went off to look round and we just sat and like cried. Anyone would it was so sad, like a million white gravestones like perfect condition. But then we saw some bitch (will not name) leaning on a gravestone, like basically sitting on it and I felt like going and slapping her face off. Seriously I hate her so much!
Ok, then we went chocolate shopping :) Yum. The chocolate amn was the cutest man in the world! I swear I want to marry him. He was giving a talk on the offers. "Who wants tha MILLLK?" Haha lovely (:
Then we had a meal. A whole chicken each :o. Our table (Me, Georgie, Lydia, Helen, Elena and Kitty) were telling our most embarrassing stories. Actually we were telling eachother Lydia's most embarrassing stories. Ah well we knew them anyway. But some are BAD!
Then we had the service, and those boys who thought they were "hard". Helen got scared in case they lived in Bromley. Hahaa. If I see them in bromley i'll die (:
Then we went home and me and Georgie had a HUGE catch-up. Ah, i love Georgie. We haven't really seen much of eachother so we kinda promised we would speak more in school.
Anyway that was Friday.
Good day "my lovelies."
P.S Nothing is happening with him at all. At all.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
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Oooh. Leaning on a gravestone? Do tell. Hahah, well, I told you about the girl on my blog, who's this girl?
ReplyDeleteeh? eh?
"Oh crap, I'm gossiping."
You didn't mention the fat lady teacher feeling up my back. (ew.)