after my exam when i was walking back home there were SO many police vans and police cars driving through marylebone and i couldn’t understand why.

reading the news the founder of wikileaks, julian assange, is in court in westminister today.. could that be why?

so simon and i are off to court tomorrow in tower bridge. it happened a long time ago, but it was at ministry of sound when someone bit simon. yeah, not looking forward to this. no clue where we’re supposed to be or what i’m supposed to say or do. scared.

simon got really antsy about just staying in all day yesterday so after dinner we got ready and went out for a quick drink..

little did we know what our night would end up being so much more.

we walked to the high street and went to the marylebone. they had a deal on cocktails, two for one, so i made simon have drinks with me hehe. let me tell you he did not enjoy drinking a watermelon cosmopolitan! (although it was gorgeous) we also tried the pear julip (no bueno), elderflower margarita, and lychee chili! drunk? yes.

then instead of being sensible and going home i somehow convinced simon that going out, just the two of us, was an amazing idea!

so there we were, walking down the high street to oxford street, swigging a bacardi breezer. we must have been quite the sight.

got to strawberry moons and decided to go for the jugs. danced around, acted like idiots, chatted with some americans, then headed home.

for some reason simon decided to be my ‘pimp’, so i sat in corners on oxford street, in heels a dress and a chanel bag, begging for money. i’ve never laughed so hard in my life. thinking about it today, people must have thought i was ridiculous, which i am. then we tried to convince a bike taxi to take us back to mine for 5 pounds.
‘how much is it to marylebone?’
’15′
’5′
’10′
’5′
‘no can do, 10 is the lowest i’m going’
‘never mind then’

and that happened about three different times.

then simon caught sight of the barclays bikes. yep, you guessed it. he decided to take me for a ‘ride’, which more or less included me trying to hold on for my dear life whilst simon tired to stay up right.  we fell, and fell, and fell. then finally i said no more, i’m walking the rest of the way.

so just as we turned off regent’s street a BMV drives up and tried to get my attention, simon blew the guy a kiss. now apparently the guy didn’t like gays, so he got out the car and spat in my face? yeah OOOOOOKAY THEN. it all went downhill from there. 4 dirty sand people against me and simon, seems fair.. not. so another couple walking past decided to help out. and looking back on it now, it would have been soo funny to watch. guys beating up the idiots who started it, one girl trying to claw people’s eyes, and yet another girl hitting the guys with her purse.

called the cops, had their license plate number, waited, waited, waited… then finally the police came and guess who got a ride home in a cop car? me.

not because i’d done anything wrong, simply cause simon asked ‘sooo uhh,.. mind giving us a lift home?’

what a night.

i think not. didn’t realize this until now but a cop in fort worth was arrested a couple of weeks back for smoking marijuana.. in his cop car!! it was set up after someone had reported they saw him smoking in his uniform. so when he arrested a citizen with marijuana, instead of reporting it like he should have he kept it himself. i am so not surprised. i’ve always said this happened. the amount of weed people smoke in dallas/fort worth is ridiculous anyways. to the point where even police can’t seem to see where the boundary of right and wrong goes? thoughts?

got here around 4.. then we went back to the room. mom passed out, jet lag…. or old age? jokes. after she woke up we went to arc de triumph. so lovely. such a nice.. don’t even know what to call it, building? either way we went on top and saw the view, the eiffle tower and whatnot! beautiful! ill show my pictures when i get home and can load them on my computer. this city is amazing though! then we went for dinner, with a gorgeous passion fruit sorbet for dessert, and then a couple of drinks at a cocktail bar. i think we ended up by some political place cause there were loads of police and french flags.. either way we’re sat in the hotel room waiting for my sister to come! then going out..

went out like we normally do on tuesday night. went to ministry of sound and i was quite looking forward to it. don’t think i’ve been so disappointed about a club in a long long time. utter shite. could have been cause it was just a student night but i think it’s gunna take some convincing to get me to go back there anytime soon. either way i got felt up while waiting for simon at the bathroom and then he had a word with the two guys and the drunkest one went nuts. bit him on his shoulder blade and arm. like honestly what the hell is wrong with people? i know alcohol doesn’t help but for real?? ugh either way it was downhill from there. had to go to the hospital for hours on end and didn’t get home until 7 in the morning. so today we went to the police department and gave our statements. im so sick of guys thinking its alright to touch girls and then get in fights with others over it. keep your hands to yourself sicko.

dad took vicky (my flatmate) and i out to dinner on saturday night. we went to a really god thai place and i had some yummy chicken skewers but thats not the point. after dinner we went to a pub/club and then dad decided to go home and leave us to we could go around alone. well.. we decided we rather felt like meeting some people staying in our dorms. we left about 5 minutes after my dad so we were shocked when we got home before him.. however didn’t think anything of it. then when it was around 12 midnight and he still wasn’t home i got worried. my dad’s normally not the type to go out alone but i guess im not always right. me and vicky panicked and called the police, and when he finally showed up i asked him why is it that im sitting at home worrying about him. shouldnt it be the other way around? oh well, good to know the police are very friendly in some situations at least ha.

so i went up to the penthouse terrace because i felt like i needed some air. unfortunately it was raining just a teeny tiny bit, but i went up anyways. when i get there i see a group of kids throwing stuff off the building. and not just small things either. so i asked them if they lived there, what floor, and what apartment number. naturally they lied. one of the guys aunt lived on the second floor in apartment number 203.. um the highest number doesnt even reach the third digit. i told them if they didnt leave and stop fucking around in our building i was calling the cops. they didnt budge. and as soon as i started going down the stairs they started pleading please dont call them, please, we’re leaving. so much for being tough. ugh i hate those kids. theyre the reason our door doesnt work. they should learn to respect things that arnt theirs. anyways theyre gone and if i ever see them again ill be nice and tell them to stay put while i call the police. im done with their bullshit.