I've just had such a good weekend!! I know it's Tuesday today but it feels like the weekend has only just finished. Friday night Sarah and Lauren came to mine. Jord went out for a curry with my mum and dad and we got pizza delivered to the house. Tony then joined us and after the rest of the Marshes finished their meal, they came to mine too. We decided to stay in on Friday night cos we're totally bored of going out in Brentwood (same old faces - no excitement!) and we had a very nice time. Six of us played a Playstation quiz game called Buzz (my dad fell asleep on the sofa) and Lyla chewed our toes. The game is really good; it comes with individual controls for each player. You get your own buzzer (to buzz in when you know the answer) and a keypad to answer the questions on. I've got the normal version of the game and the music quiz and 8 buzzers. Everyone who ever plays it gets addicted and loves it! We played the game for hours and also spent ages just chatting and laughing.
My mum and dad left at around midnight and they called me 5 minutes later to tell me there was a man lying in the road a few yards away from my house. My dad said he thought he was drunk. With that we all piled in Sarah's car to go and have a look. The reason we went in the car and didn't walk was that you can't be too careful these days. Last year my brother tried to do a good deed and offered a drunk man a lift home (he was swaying around in the High St on his own and Jord felt sorry for him). Five minutes into the journey the man flipped (we now know he has a serious drug problem) and pulled a knife on my brother. Luckily Jord got out of the car, just in time for the guy to stab the knife through the back of the seat that Jord had been sitting in. If Jord had still been sitting there, he's have been stabbed through the back. The man then proceeded to slash the car seats to pieces. The damage was more than £2000 and the police did nothing about the unprovoked attack. They knew who'd done it but told Jordan something like "he's a nutter!" and we've heard nothing more since. Nice. That's why we decided to go in the car in case the man lying in the road also turned out to be a nutter. When we got to him, he was fast asleep in the middle of the road. He was lying on his side curled up with his hands under his head as if he was all cosy! He didn't even wake up when we drove up to him with the headlights on! I then called the police. He was lying in the middle of a dark country lane. If he'd been there any longer, someone would have run him over! We then sat and waited with him until the police came. Our first thought was that maybe he was a tramp but on closer inspection, we saw that he had clean and nice clothes on. I reckon his wife had just booted him out and he didn't know where else to go. He was obviously very drunk but that's still no excuse to lie in the middle of a pitch black country road! The police arrived after twenty minutes and we left them to deal with it. We then realised that we must be some of the very rare few do-gooders left! So many cars drove straight past him and didn't bat an eyelid. If we hadn't called the police I don't reckon anyone else would. We laughed at ourselves for being such do-gooders but also realised how hideous the world is becoming. Two weeks before that I called the police cos I saw two scumbag people steal 12 bin-bags full of clothes from outside Oxfam the charity shop. I am definitely not having kids and brining them up in this country!
Anyway, we then carried on back at mine and eventually everyone left and I went to bed with Paddy and Lyla. Saturday morning I went up to Brentwood with Jordan to get some breakfast. We did a little bit of shopping and I bought a new camera. I used to do photography at school and college and lately I've been craving to get back into it. I treated myself to a proper camera. It's an 8 mega-pixel SLR beast with different lenses. Already I've taken the most beautiful black and white pictures ever of the dogs and printed them and framed them. Photography was always my best and favourite subject so I'm going to have lots of fun taking pics of all my friends, family and dogs. I want to have a whole wall in my house that is just big 10x8 black and whites of everybody I love. Anyway I won't bore you too mush with my picture-taking antics.....
After lunch, my ex Lewis came round with his brother to give me a price on doing my patio and fences for me. I spent an hour with them and then had to shoot off to the vets with Lyla. She had her second jab so she can now go for walks in the park. On Friday Paddy had an operation. I dropped him at the vets at 8am and burst into tears when I had to leave him there. He had a lump on his eyelid that he needed removing. I spent most of Friday in tears. Until I knew he was ok I couldn't relax and kept welling up. I know it was only a minor operation but still, he had to be knocked out for it and that means there's a risk. I finally was able to go and get him at about 4pm and I took him home for cuddles. After Lyla had her trip to the dreaded vets (and been praised by the vet for her ability to sit and give me a high-five at such a young age), I went home to chill out for an hour with the dogs and watch the Moto GP. Rossi started from last on the grid (18th position) and went on to come in 8th with a broken wrist and a broken ankle! Legend!
Saturday night I had already decided that I wanted to do something different. I'm fed up with Brentwood; actually I'm just fed up with going out full stop. I needed a change of scene. I spoke to Russ earlier on that day and told him to be at mine for 7pm. I was dressed and ready to go. We then went to the Territorial Army base in Brentwood to watch Tony and Pants on parade with their marching band. We love watching the band anyway and it was even more fun while we were dressed to the nines. I was in full cow-girl outfit! There were loads of fit army boys and I was in my element! After the parade we joined them at their own special bar where the drinks were all a pound! ONE pound!!! A pound a drink! Everyone else was then in their element! Russ, who only had a fiver in cash on him left there half-pissed! Absolute quality! What we now want to know is why Tony and Pants have been hiding this gem of a bar from us all this time! We should have been going there every weekend instead of going to fancy clubs! Anyway, after a couple of hours it was onto the next venue for the night - a strangers wedding! My brother was playing at a wedding in Brentwood. He'd said to me earlier in the week that if I wanted I could probably come to the party. That was all he had to say. After seeing the film The Wedding Crashers, I've wanted desperately to gatecrash a wedding. I texted him to ask if we could still come (the group had now grown to include Tony and Pants) and he said that he was sure it was fine! As I pulled up to the happy couples' house (it was a huge marquee in the garden job), my phone rang and it was Kyle at the station wanting to be picked up. I left Tony and Pants at the wedding and took Russ with me to get Kyle. We rushed him back to mine to get changed (he'd come straight off the plane from Ibiza) and to give him one of his belated birthday presents (I'd tracked down and bought him a signed Dolly Parton picture from America). We then rushed back to the wedding. We arrived to see Tony do a dive-bomb into the swimming pool fully clothed! In the time it had taken us to get Kyle, he had managed to get the most drunk he's ever been. He was like the guest you don't want at your wedding! He then ran onto the dance floor splattering everyone with water as he spun round! I got a little bit involved and found myself dancing with aunts and uncles! I met the bride and groom, who were very lovely and we all did a bit of salsa to a Dirty Dancing song. We had a great time! It's another thing I can tick off my list of things to do. Skydive? Check. Wedding-crash? Check!
Me, Russ and Kyle left at around midnight to go to Sugar Hut. I was dressed to the nines so wanted to at least go to a club to show off. The first person I saw as I walked through the door was the guy who turned me down a few weeks ago. After I'd managed to down a couple of vodkas, he approached me at the bar wanting a full-on conversation about "us". I told him not to worry, that I hadn't taken offence and that I had forgotten it already. He wasn't satisfied and wanted to explain. He reckoned that he genuinely was busy all week when I asked him to go to the cinema. He wanted me to know he wasn't turning me down and then went on to say to my face that I was "too powerful" for him, that I "scared" him, that I "would never be faithful to him", that he "didn't want to end up in a newspaper" and that if we were to get together he wouldn't be "in control". His problem is that he likes to shag a different young girl every night of the week and then kick them out in the morning. He likes the way they look up to him and flutter their eyelashes at him and make him feel good and the next day he's onto the next one. I understand all that, he's a man after all. All men like to have their ego massaged by a pretty young girl. The only problem is, there's a fiery chemistry between me and him and he knows it. He also knows I'd show him really what life is all about. He told me I'm too intelligent for him and that he doesn't want to lose me as a friend. He said that if something were to happen between us now and it didn't work out then we wouldn't talk ever again and that he doesn't want that. He reckons if we wait a little while (I'm presuming for him to get all his shagging antics out of his system) that he'll marry me and we'll "make an amazing team". Will somebody tell the boy I'm not looking for marriage - I just want a good time and I want it now! Anyway, without going into too mush detail and boring you senseless, I was able to make a lot more sense out of him turning me down after out long chat. I finished up saying to him "look me in the eye and tell me you don't fancy me and you don't feel anything for me and I'll walk away and leave you alone and we'll just be mates" and he said "I can't do that". I walked away anyway as I'd had enough of the conversation. I'm not bothered about him. I just want a bit of excitement in my life. I'd eat him alive and take pleasure in doing it (in a nice way of course)! He is gorgeous but he knows it. Deep down I know he's right of course; if we did get involved then it would probably go tits-up and we'd end up not being friends but I don't care about that. As I said to Kyle the next day "I've got enough friends, I want a real man to show me a good time!"
We left Sugar Hut with Jord and Russ. Jord went home and Russ and Kyle piled into my bed with Paddy and Lyla. We all lay in bed drunkenly chatting for hours (it was light by the time we went to sleep). At 10am Sunday morning there was a harsh knocking at the front door and Kyle answers it. He walks back in saying "the film crew is here!" I knew I was filming Sunday but thought it wasn't until 2pm! I then had to get ready asap (in between being sick down the toilet) and try to get my hangover in order. Filth! We spent all day filming and then ended up on the sofa at mine at 5pm feeling like death. Russ and all the boys had been watching the football and were back out in Brentwood that night so after some dinner with my mum and dad, me and Kyle sorted ourselves out. A whole packet of pain-killers later and I was starting to feel half-human. I'd been speaking to the footballer I met in Marbella all day on text and at 10pm that night, he came to Brentwood to meet me for a drink. We had a very nice time and ended up lying on the beds in Sugar Hut. He's lovely; he even came back to mine to meet Paddy and Lyla. We got on very well and have said that we'll see each other soon. I want to take it very slowly with him (or anyone except the boy who turned me down) as I don't' really want a relationship with anyone (except Valentino Rossi). Even thought I felt like a herd of elephants had trampled over my head all day Sunday, it ended up being a very good day. Yesterday, me Jord and Kyle went shopping in Bluewater and treated ourselves to some more clothes. I also bought a few nice things for the house, including the best scented candles in the world. The flavours are things like "fairy dust" and "powder puff" and my favourite of all "clean linen" - which smells like freshly washed clothes. My house smells amazing! I bought some new bed linen too. I was explaining to Kyle that the very best thing about having your own house is dressing your bed and having new sheets. I buy the finest Egyptian cotton sheets and when you slip into it of a night, it feels like Heaven. I'd rather spend thousands of pounds on bed clothes than on stuff for me!
Last night when we got back from shopping, Lauren and I went off to our salsa class. We threw ourselves round the dance floor for a couple of hours and worked up a sweat, before coming back to mine to collapse on the sofa with a take-away. Today I am going out for lunch with Jordan and then I have salsa again tonight. Sky news have asked me to go on tonight to debate about lads mags but it's too short notice. If I don't go to salsa it means that Tony won't have a partner. I'm working all the rest of the week so I'm enjoying my day off!
Hope you all had a good weekend and that you're not working too hard this week! I'm having a ball!
Lots of love
xxxx
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