Before I start my rant, is anyone else on www.twitter.com?
For those who dont know what it is, its just a site where you join up, and basically write what youre doing! Like the status thing on facebook, but easier to work. I joined it the other day, and so far have one follower...because I'm so bloody popular. I only really joint it to follow a few celebrities on there e.g. Lily Allen, Stephen Fry, Russell Brand, Fearne Cotton, but its a bit addicting...even though Ive only posted a few updates. If you do have it, fancy following me? :P Give me your username in comments or add me! I'm called han_ah
and If you dont have it, get it!

Warning
This is basically me moaning about things that have happened in the past few days or so. I'm not always a complaining waffle, but this week has been like, argh! You'v been warned, pickles.

So it all began on Wednesday. Just before half term my tutor group was told our college timetable had changed for Wednesdays, instead of starting at 9:45 we were supposed to start at 9:00. So Emma and I without thinking, went in for 9:00, got there and sat in the room. There was no one there which is odd because we're never the first to arrive, we waited for ages and still no one turned up, THEN at 9:45, everyone turns up and says apparently our timetables had been changed back and we'd gone in early for no reason. Hurruh ¬_¬ We then went into Audio same as every Wednesday, sat listening to a Blackadder tape for about 20 minutes and all nearly fell asleep, then went into the computer rooms to do some research on Radio Drama's.
We'd just sat down and logged on to the computers, when suddenly the fire alarm goes off and everyones evacuated outside. It was Mad! Fire Alarms drills are the most annoying thing in the world, especially when youre trying to evacuate at least 3000 students onto an already busy high street. We had to wait outside for at least half an hour, then by the time we were let back in none of us could really be bothered to go back to our lesson so instead went to the Library and I finished an evaluation that should have been handed in over 3 weeks ago. Went to our next lesson, that was fun actually as I had no work to do so just messed around, and the day seemed to be looking up. I was wrong. Walking out back to the station, I fell over, twisted my ankle in a really odd way, nearly cried with pain, went dizzy and felt like I was going to either faint or be sick, and just ended up looking like a douche and feeling like Id fractured my ankle. Surely the week couldnt get much worse? Wrong again.

Thursday. I did the usual routine; woke at half 6, showered, walked limped to Lyndon's house, got attacked by his kitten, went to the station and caught the 2 trains in. All was normal, I went to my Research, Photography and Video lessons as I always do and did the work that needed to be done. Then as I was on the train home flicking through the London Lite with Emma and Charlie, picking out which girls we thought were hot or not like usual, I remembered that it was the night of the NME Big Gig, a gig that I was meant to be going to as my Dad had managed to get me tickets from his friend who works at the 02, but I could only get them if I'd pick them up by the 20th of February...which I completely forgot to do. Fabulous! I was not amused ¬_¬
I then got home and rang my dad saying I'd forgot to pick them up, but was there anyway I could still get them and go, but he said no and told me I was stupid for forgetting. He was annoyed at me for not picking them up and I should have hung up straight away, but I didnt because I'm stupid. I told him about a new photography project and we ended up arguing about that because I wanted to use his SLR camera and he said he might want it for when he goes back to Thailand yadda yadda yadda.

Then came Friday. I like Fridays, theyre my day off and the start of the weekend, what more could you want? I had to wake up pretty early and go the the hospitl to pick up results from a few tests I had a while ago. I was meant to have the results a few weeks ago, but they said they had to double check for things and that scared me a bit. But l uckily they were all clear, so I was in a pretty happy mood as went home, and decided to nap until I had to meet my friends a few hour later. I just dozed off and got a phone call from my mum. She said my Nan had been taken into hospital, and she was going to go see her, and would let us know what was going on later, but for the meantime I had to go sort out my Nan's dog and feed him and let him out. She lives about a 10 minute walk from me, so I walked over on my fucked up ankle, then realised I didnt have my keys, so had to walk back home, climb over my neighbours fence into my garden, get my keys, then walk back to her house. I was in such pain when I finally got into her house I nearly cried. This was scary :( For those of you who know me well, I'm pretty much as close to my Nan as I am to my Mum, and she's so healthy and young for her age, she's one of the last people you think would ever be taken ill. It turned out she'd had a pretty bad heart attack, and it'd taken everyone by surprise. I went to see her in the evening and she seemed alright, shes a fighter tis my Grandmother! I'm going to visit her as often as I can and I'm sure she'll recover quickly.

God knows what the rest of the week has instore for me! I dont want to imagine.
But on one good note, Owl got us Mcfly tickets to cheer me up. I dont care what you say, I love Mcfly. Especially Tom....Tom is Nom.
I start my 365 project tomorrow, I'm exicted.