ARGHGHROGHRGHIOEHGHIGO'HGE'HG' my legs CANE!

Last night @ work was rad. Amy, Karen and I all wackin' out the one liners, flirting outrageously with the over 50s and meetin some KERAZAYYYYYYYYY GeRmAnZ. Well good. Whenever I meet French/German speaking people, I always feel it is my duty to try and join in the conversation, then when they start ranting excitedly back in my fayce I get worried and just nod with a "Ja!" or a "Oui" respectively.

After that shi(f)t, I went home and spoke to my inebriated sister. We had a good chat about future plans and 'how NOT to waste a gap year' (which at the moment I feel like is gonna happen). But I've got a plan, I wanna go to Spain avec Jenni. I'm gonna go for at least a month for a taster, and then see what happens. Trouble is, she is an A-level Spanish student, I know just about how to say "Where is the supermercado?". I might start a beginner's course.

Matt brought a whole new meaning to "sik in yo fayce" x