My first blog. :]

Well. This be my first post. It'll be rediculously obvious that it's my first, because I'm just finding my way around here yano? I was inspired to get a blog spot by my good friend Scott, who has a seriously ew leg at the mo. But that's not for here ;). I don't really know what to put now..

I guess the highlights of my life right now are the fact that I almost got burgled and killed by a drunken yob.

I should explain huh?

Last night.. 3-10-08, it was about 3am ish, and I was just drifting asleep. I heard the door open, I knew my brother was in because I was there when he did, and I knew that he wouldn't have gone back out. My parents were working (they do karaoke/disco/gigs) and they'd have come through the back anyway. The first thought that came to my head was, "isn't the door locked?" but then I remembered that me and Marc (the brother) couldn't lock it. So I started to freak out BIG TIME. You know the feeling when the blood rushes to your head and you want to be sick? Like that pretty much xD

So. I was EXTRA BRAVE and went downstairs to see what it was. I saw this guy sort of .. hobbling in and I was cacking myself. I sort of paused.. and then screamed. Really loud. So my brother comes running downstairs.. and he's like "WTF are you doing here?" and this drunk guy.. let's name him Bill to avoid confusion started shouting: "My cat.. where's my cat?". So I thought.. OMFG HIDE MY CAT, and grabbed her and locked her in the bathroom, while my brother tried to sort of shimmy this guy out of our house.. as you do.We eventually got "Bill" to leave, (still shouting about some damn cat) and he fell over at the bottom of the pavement, laughed and carried on going.. yano.. typical drunk.. but I couldn't sleep properly all night then, and woke up at 13.45 the next day xD

(Oh and when I said.. "killed by a drunken yob".. I was exaggerating a bit. (thank you Scott for helping me spell 'exaggerating'.))

Pretty shitty blog entry heh? :]

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