I really suck at this blogging thing don't I..

.. because I don't have the energy to be creative and write something worthwhile today. Damn bleugh-ness!

C is for Cazza.

1. Famous Singer: Cilla Black
2. Four Letter Word: oh dear... Club
3. Street that you have been down: um.. I don't usually pay attention to street names. Commercial Road
4. Colour that expresses your mental state: Claret? oops
5. Gift/Present you would like to receive: new Computer please?
6. Type of Vehicle: Car
7. Things In A Souvenir Shop: Completely Pointless Junk
8. Boy Name: Carl
9. Girl Name: Carly
10. Favourite Movie Title: Coyote Ugly
11. Alcoholic Drink: Coke with something alcoholic in it
12. Occupation: Chiropodist
13. Famous Celebrity: Colin Firth (who, I found out at the weekend - went to my college, and was taught by my English teacher! oooh!)
14. Magazine: Chat!
15. U.K. City: Cardiff
16. U.S. City: Chicago
17. Fruit: Cherry
18. Reason For Being Late For Work: Car wouldn't start (sadly not an excuse I can get away with)
19. Something You Throw Away: Crap
20. Something You Shout: CAREFUL!!!

I've come to a rather scary conclusion. Well, not really but I like it anyway.

I was reading through some of my older blog posts and noticed a pattern in that I often moaned a lot about how I had a cold/flu/sore throat/felt like poo.

And then I stopped blogging for 85218 days. and have felt pretty good every single one of them.

I come back and within DAYS I get a sore throat/cough like thingy. It sounds like AJ has the same thing *hugs* (but only cos I can't catch it off you!)

I blame 'blog. It's a secret "germ spreading via the internet" experiment!

Today my mum and I decided to see what happens if you iron a receipt.

It turns a very dark shade of purple. Most interesting..

I was hoping to avoid the cameras by hiding behind a tree/pillar/ANYTHING but sadly due to the filming area being a patch of grass with nowhere to hide, I had no choice but to.. be broadcast live across the Croatian nation.

Sorry folks. Nothing of me on English TV.

Basically it was just a "So why are you supporting Croatia tonight?" thing. And Jenni answered that question, I just smiled and looked pretty for all the cute Croats who would be sat at home watching. um....

We watched the game at a pub in Chelsea-land that was bursting at the seams with red and white checkered people, yet somehow I managed to sit next to a girl! such a waste! although she was very nice (and extremely drunk) and kept getting me to shout this word that I have no idea what it meant extremely loudly. I ended the evening with a sore throat and humming one of the chants that sounded suspiciously like "DON'T GOOGLE" but I'll assume that wasn't what it meant.

I'll take a guess here that no one actually gives a shit about my awesome day with the Croatians. Sowwy England.

A new beginning.. the dawn of a new day. Cazza kinda returns. (damn peer pressure!!)

First of all, I'd like to apologize to anyone who is upset that I decided to have them purged from my friend list. invite me back. I was being ruthless. I know lots of people deleted me during my absence *sniff*.

Anyway, Thanks to EthelRed and Ros, I have decided to blog again. probably not as frequently as I did before but more frequently than I have been lately

And I promise it will continue to be as yawnfesty as it always was.

Any tips for redecorating? The purple is getting a bit boring.

Here is a brief summary of what I've been doing..

Still playing Sims, although now I'm also making crap for it too. Still eBaying, Still looking for a god-damn permanent job! Still loving football (players).

Oh and I live with my sister now. My mum has moved away to be with Blokey. another *sniff*

So.. buy me a drink and tell me what I've missed? don't be shy x

Although I'll have to sign off in a bit as I have to make myself look beautiful for when I'm on TV tomorrow. Aahh. What a way to come back eh?

That's my excuse, this time

Damn game. They should put a warning on the box about how it will suck the life out of you!!

Although, I am already aware of this...

Time to plan my latest soap opera style plots.

(I wish I really did live next door to Freddie and Olof...)

I've been to Pizza Hut tonight with my mum and my sister. Pizza Hut was chosen because my sister is still doing her "low-carb diet" and I wanted to annoy her. Actually, the main reason was because I felt like a pizza

But the evening was ballsed up by the staff's complete lack of being able to deliver an order to the kitchen or something.

We got our starters, and drinks. and we waited.. and waited.. and waited some more for the pizza, which never showed up. Well, not until we beckoned over Mr cute waiter man and asked (nicely) where it was.

Pizza arrived pretty sharpish. Pizza cost was deducted from the bill. (woo!) and suddenly, we just didn't feel like eating it. I don't know why. but we had a slice each and then my mum made up a story about having to go visit our Uncle Fred. Pizza was put into a box and as we were leaving, one of the waitresses came out with a complementary bag full of portions of Chocolate Fudge Cake.

So I won't launch into a Pizza Hut are crap speech, this time..

And I still don't feel like eating the pizza, What is WRONG with me??