Sleepwalking my way through life: "Look, I don't know where the damn spaghetti is!"



"Look, I don't know where the damn spaghetti is!"

Only about half an hour to go.

I am still in my nonsense-ical mood at the moment, so bear with me.

I didn't have a Mars Bar. Infact, I didn't leave my seat once during lunch. I was too busy working and reading a few of my old posts back in the day. Anyway, I'm going to pop into superdrug at the train station and buy my celebratory Mars Bar.
Then I shall proceed to party on down.

I actually have a story to tell this time. I was on the train this morning, trying to get some sleep on my folded up jacket when I was awakened by a girl, about my age, sitting down beside me. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep, but I woke again with a start when she suddenly said "The spaghetti isn't there any more!"
I looked at her and saw that she was asleep and her lips were puckered as if she was kissing someone. Then she said "See, it's not there, I can't suck it up."
I cursed myself for picking a window seat and trapping myself with someone who talks in their sleep. But thankfully she calmed down and I got myself some decent shut eye. Well, until she woke me again.
She had grabbed my shoulder and was shaking me, and I said, half asleep of course, "Look I don't know where the damn spaghetti is!"
She gave me a funny look and said "We're at central station, you need to get off now."

Whoops....

So anyway, I was reading some of my old blogs, and they seem so different from what they are right now. I only read back to Christmas Eve and my hundredth post. I dare not look back any further for reminder of what a twat I was back in those days.
I'm not sure what style I prefer though. The old one or the current one. To be honest, I can't find much of a difference except that they feel different.
Maybe it's just my maturity (HA!) showing through.

A sure lot has changed since my first post. I think I'll do an update on me and my life and stuff. Like what my first post was about. Who I am, who my friends are and that sort of stuff.

Twill be fun I guess.
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