'I Have Wings Like A Shield Of Steel!'

Well. Thank you all for your concern.

Thankfully I had picked up the wrong roll.

Which saves me precious time having to re-shoot everything all over again.

Although If I picked up the wrong one in the first place, I wouldn't have any problem anyway.

So much for my fancy labeling system.

I remember putting one used roll of one side of the bed and a new one on the other but thanks to a slightly paranoid short-term memory I must of panicked again and completely forgotten what was where.

I hate being dumb. It's gonna get me killed one day I swear.

I'm starting to get that horrible felling in my stomach as I feel everything toppling over me.
I need to work harder and get to school on time.

THOSE BLOODY TRAINS AGAIN.

I purposefully made an effort today to get up earlier, eat a healthy sized breakfast compared to just my usual 'pro-biotic yogurt drink', get showered and refreshed in the morning hours rather than when I get home, pick up my package from the post office, come back and then leave again to wait for the '18 past' in good time.

Well I managed to accomplish all those things except catch the train which, low and behold, was cancelled.

Seriously, I was so close to crying.

So now instead of being the the street lecture theatre learning things, I'm in the library feeling dread for having to creep in after lunch break.

They don't act to kindly to people who stroll in 20mins late, so I can't even go in to hear the rest of whatever's on today menu.

At least I can still get on with my essay here, but the really annoying thing was that it wasn't my fault today.

I'm gonna have to wake up even earlier next week.


Oh yes...

...My package!

Well, other than a pretty depressing start to the day - which also included rain literally gushing over my recently 'dryed and fruktissed hair', making me look like a wet dog - I did get some enjoyment out of collecting my 'Special Delivery' from the post office.

There's definitely something about brown paper and duck tape...

I was walking down my road, cradling it in my arms and just looking at it in wonderment.

Even though I knew what was in it, I still caught my brain guessing what might be inside... Desperately resisting the urge to rip it open there and then;

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Right Side (creative side):
He's wrapped this up well hasn't he?...
...Look, he's written Milhouse on it!
...It's not ticking is it?...
...Could be a bomb! - Bombs comes package like this shape.

Left Side (sensible side):
Don't be stupid, it's you're camera isn't it. You know that.

Right Side:
Welllll, I don't know - feels a bit light to be a camera, maybe there was a mix up in the post.

Left Side:
...hmmm...

Right Side:
...says fragile on it...

Left Side:
Then for God sake Matt don't drop it...

...matt...

...Matt...

...MATT! Don't drop it! Hold it steady!

Right Side:
I AM, OK?!

Left Side:
That's it...now walk slowly, what you rushing for?

Right Side:
I want to get home and open it

Left Side:
Why?

Right Side:
It's Exciting!.

Left Side:
Grow up Matt, it's just a package.

Right Side:
It's not 'just' a package, idiot...

Left Side:
Whatever. (child)

Right Side:
...

I'm gonna open it now.

Left Side:
Are you crazy? We're not even home yet.

Right Side:
So?... I wanna have a look.

Left Side:
Matt NO. Wait till we're home.

Right Side:
...I'm opening it

Left Side:
Matt!

Right Side:
Just a peek.

Left Side:
Stop It!

Matt that's enough!


...RIP...


Left Side:
You idiot. What did you do that for! YOU CAN'T JUST WAIT CAN YOU, EH?!

YOU NEVER LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY DO YA!

WELL I'VE HAD ENOUGH I'M LEAVING THIS JOINT!

I HOPE YOU TURN INTO SPONGE!

Right Side:
Oh I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! Matt Don't leave me! Please! PLEASE! ...

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... It's goes on like this.

It's at this point within my blog that I advise anyone with the capability to read minds to stay the hell away from mine... It gets a bit crazy up there sometimes.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention about the Postman. I went into the room where you go to collect such packages and rung the bell for assistance as no one was there.

Within 2 seconds a guy strolled out to me and said... 'Oh, Hello Matt'

...

I've never met this man in my life.


Strange?, I thought.

I gave him my slip and he promptly goes to the back room and comes back with a brown box addressed M. Milhouse.

'Here you are Matt' he goes. 'If you could sign this Matt'

'Great. See you later Matt'

Bye, I guess.

Now, does anyone else find this a bit freaky?

A postman, I have no recollection of even seeing, speaks to me like an old acquaintance and calls me by my first name.

Of course you would say that he must of seen my package beforehand and assumed it was mine.

But my name wasn't on there - it was address M.Milhouse, after my user name on eBay.

I mean, he seemed like a friendly enough guy. But exactly how much does he know about me?

Do I have a secret stalker postman?

Think about the prospects of being a stalker postman...

He can read all my mail before me...
He knows where I live...
Who my friends & family are...
My bank details...
My hand writing...
Even what magazines I read.

Not even my mum knows that (Joking)!

So I am a little puzzled about that to say the least.

He had an Irish accent, so I was wondering whether he was actually saying 'Mate' but with a silent 'E'

Do Irish do that?


I've almost done all my Xmas shopping now.
But all my saving up has seemed to be all in vain, as there is now a Bloody huge hole in my pocket.

It gets more expensive every year I swear.

Christmas... Humbug.

It's all one big holiday for supermarkets.

Anyway. Better do some work now.

Take it easy guys and girls.


P.S.

ENGLAND YOU ARE CRAP. SOMEONE NEEDS TO KICK A NOVELTY GIANT FOOTBALL BOOT UP YOUR A HOLE!

Blake, that whole Eskimos versus Inuits thing...?
I must have watched the same channels.

'Anyone for 'Put a Bit of Sellotape on the Fridge?''
Sounds Fun.