Went to Birmingham today. But I'm not gonna tell you all how ace and yay that was untill I've said this. ALEX IS OFFICIALLY THE BIGGEST WANKER I'VE EVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. Like seriously. Bigger than Tom Craik. Bigger than Danny. And he even beats Jonny at his game any day. So I text him last night. Because he told me to, to give him his number. Not because I just wanted to. Because he wanted me to because he wanted to meet up with me to explain himself. So I texted him off my mothers phone (note to self: Buy credit fuck face.) saying could we sort it out tomorrow morning. So he asked me what time I'd be in etcetc, so I told him and he didn't text back. Fair enough, it was quite late, and perhaps he was in bed. Next morning he cmpletely ignored me. It wasn't like I didn't expect it really but it still fucked me off beyond belief. So in the end just before I was about to set off for Birmingham I went up and asked him what the hell he was playing at. "Look, could you please tell me if I'm wasting my time here because to be quite honest..." "I actually have a good reason for not being here this morning.." "Yeah, but you still didn't bother to come and talk to me when you actually got here did you?" "Well, I walked in and you gave me a mucky look so..." "Well if you can't even be arsed to fucking text me back or anything..." "I did text you back!" "Oh yeah well fat lot of fucking use that was wasn't it? I tried my best to get in touch with you last night and ended up falling out with my mum about it (white lie perhaps... I did fall out with my mum but not about that)" **he says something useless** "Look will you just tell me if this is all gonna be a big fucking hassle." "Well yeah it is." "Why?! Why should YOU be the one with all the hassle?!" **he says something else useless** I stood there for about 10 seconds debating whether to let rip, but decided to end with "Ugh, just forget it." and walked off. Arrrrrrrrrrggggggggghadsfgvbweaibv;qwkenf qafgbwsavnlqwbvf qwvpoibqwlf qwc. So I sat on the coach on the way to birmingham wating to cry, probably was crying because tears were running down from one of my eyes but I rekon it was just watering. Whatever I feel like shit. I don't get it. I do not fucking get it. He knew I liked him. He told me he knew. He knew he was playing me around. He knew full fucking well. "I'm hurting too blah blah blah" fuck off. All I wanted was to be with him. Or failing that, be his friend. And this is what I get. Well I'll tell you what he got. One thing he cannot argue with or switch around, or deny whatsoever. A bible verse. Hahahahaha!! Eat that dickhead!!! So yes, anyway We got to Birmingham and saw a string quartet, who were extremely good indeed. The we went to see this massive concert hall thing, which was actually lots of different concert halls all in one massive, rather impressive-looking building. Then we went to Turners the violin shop/repairers and played all the nice violins. The journey back was fun. For the first part I allmost fell asleep, allmost, as in, I would have if I didn't hear the fake flashy-camera-clicky noise in rather close proximity. It was Richard, one of the violinists from chamber orchestra, taking a picture of me with his brand new phone (I can't say I wasn't expecing this, as I had heard him trying it out on everyone). So I was quickly dragged into a tour of his new phone, where he filmed Dorithy and Laura asleep, and annoyed everyone, and he showed me the flashy disco lights on his ringtones, which, allthough we took the piss out of them, were actually quite funky. By this time Laura had woken up, so we spent the rest of the time, listening to Laura's MP3 player, taking the piss out of Richard, taking the piss out of Richard's phone (which cost an appauling £150), calling Richard gay because of his highighted hair... etcetc. We stopped off about half way because the traffic was bad and everyone needed a wee, then we carried on being sat at the back with Richard. At one point I recall he said: "I think I'm actually the fittest guy on this bus..." To which I replied: "I think If your head got much bigger, you wouldn't be able to fit on the bus..." So more fun was had, including Kenan losing his phone down the side of the chair and me and Laurah trapping our hands in the attempt to find it, Richard flirting really badly despite the fact that he kept mentioning his girlfriend every frickin' two seconds, and me and Laura just being me and Laura. Yay. So it actually turned out to be a good day despite that fucktard. Yay Lucy can still rock without losers. Yay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Come to think of it, I think I should be proud of myself for consulting my bible in my moment of anger, as apposed to throwing the computer across the room. Which believe me, I was about to do...