Ok so you know how most people hate mondays? I don't. It's the beginning of a new week. New oppotunities, new excitement, i thought i was going to have a pretty good day since i was finishing college at eleven thus leaving the rest of the day to my self. I was wrong.
After college me and some mates grabbed some food and headed off to the skate shop to buy shoes. (YUM) They were red. (Yum some more) And that's where things went downhill for the second I walked outsie the new shoes were suddenly not so yum as hey set out to destroy my feet. their sole purpose of manufacture was to trick me into buying them and kill off my toes one at a time.
From there we headed to the bus stop and off to hemel hempstead to head toward the pub. However, to add insult to injury the second we stepped off the bus and it turned away i realised i'd left my old shoes on the bus. Perfectly good, non-toe-killing shoes gone forever. Slowly one by one other people began cancelling on us until before i knew it there was only the two of us remaining. realising going out with only two of us left was a little pointless, we decided to postpone and i opted to come home.
So i'm waiting at the stop for a bus that will connect me to my hour long trek home to hertford. But it was late. So getting on the next availiable bus i started to wonder if id been set up. This bus wasn't the one i'd been waiting for. It had said St Albans clearly on the front but i had no idea where we were. Driving round all these tiny villiages i started on a creepy chain of thought that led me to wonder about the demonic powers the bus driver might possess. Hhmm. Anyhoo, eventually to my great relief we pulled into St Albans, only for me to realise i'd mised the connecting bus to hertford. Half an hour to wait. (Yes by the way im still wearing my toe crushing shoes.)
Forty minutes later i'm finally on the bus journey home. But is it a pleasant journey? Haha. Rush hour's one thing but fat. ugly, old, smelly men hogging all your personal space is another. eurgh. Attempting to block out the outside interferences, i jammed my earphones firmly into my ears and ignored the world around me until i realised it was time to get off. Thats code for finall-killing-of-the-feet. It was horrific.
Limping home, i mourned the loss of those comfy old shoes. The inside of my new shoes now matched the colour of the outside. (Red for those of you who have forgotten already!!) So all in all, not a particularly good day.
It wasn't all bad, I had the door opened to me by my smiling girlfriend. Which made me smile too. A hug or two later and i've forget the bad crap.
Inspired by a phone call i made to her earlier, my girlfriend had gone out and brought 2 metres of hubba bubba, a kinder egg and a dvd to cheer me up.
An awesome end to a crappy day.
After college me and some mates grabbed some food and headed off to the skate shop to buy shoes. (YUM) They were red. (Yum some more) And that's where things went downhill for the second I walked outsie the new shoes were suddenly not so yum as hey set out to destroy my feet. their sole purpose of manufacture was to trick me into buying them and kill off my toes one at a time.
From there we headed to the bus stop and off to hemel hempstead to head toward the pub. However, to add insult to injury the second we stepped off the bus and it turned away i realised i'd left my old shoes on the bus. Perfectly good, non-toe-killing shoes gone forever. Slowly one by one other people began cancelling on us until before i knew it there was only the two of us remaining. realising going out with only two of us left was a little pointless, we decided to postpone and i opted to come home.
So i'm waiting at the stop for a bus that will connect me to my hour long trek home to hertford. But it was late. So getting on the next availiable bus i started to wonder if id been set up. This bus wasn't the one i'd been waiting for. It had said St Albans clearly on the front but i had no idea where we were. Driving round all these tiny villiages i started on a creepy chain of thought that led me to wonder about the demonic powers the bus driver might possess. Hhmm. Anyhoo, eventually to my great relief we pulled into St Albans, only for me to realise i'd mised the connecting bus to hertford. Half an hour to wait. (Yes by the way im still wearing my toe crushing shoes.)
Forty minutes later i'm finally on the bus journey home. But is it a pleasant journey? Haha. Rush hour's one thing but fat. ugly, old, smelly men hogging all your personal space is another. eurgh. Attempting to block out the outside interferences, i jammed my earphones firmly into my ears and ignored the world around me until i realised it was time to get off. Thats code for finall-killing-of-the-feet. It was horrific.
Limping home, i mourned the loss of those comfy old shoes. The inside of my new shoes now matched the colour of the outside. (Red for those of you who have forgotten already!!) So all in all, not a particularly good day.
It wasn't all bad, I had the door opened to me by my smiling girlfriend. Which made me smile too. A hug or two later and i've forget the bad crap.
Inspired by a phone call i made to her earlier, my girlfriend had gone out and brought 2 metres of hubba bubba, a kinder egg and a dvd to cheer me up.
An awesome end to a crappy day.