Ooh. First journal entry. It probably is about time I wrote in this thing.

Today has been rather bizarre... Full stop. It began overnight, with a series of weird dreams, the only one I remember clearly was about Peter Andre. Now, I have never been a fan of him whatsoever, but I found myself checking into a hotel/chalet type thing with him... A group of northern guys were chatting to us at reception and they later broke into our room and tried holding us both hostage... I remember asking quite a few questions about Katie Price/Jordan and he really isn't a fan!!!

Anyway, the next odd occurance was the fact that our new lecturer at university appears to be coming out of his shell, perhaps a little too quickly. He decided to sit among us and begin a series of weird impersonations of upper-class British people, before talking about magazines, which form the basis of our new project; specificaly about hunting magazines, and how he'd love to go into a newsagents, steal every magazine on the shelf aside from the top.

On my way home from university, the construction workers down the road were singing Madonna- 'Like A Virgin' in unison amongst themselves...
On my way home from the station, I passed one of the Metropolitan Police armoured vans being towed away (This is strange for two reasons- the first being that our local police are Kent Police, not the Met. The second was the irony in that the guy driving the tow truck had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he was driving along... Smoking in a company vehicle is very illegal).

I have a few more pieces to upload to here... Most need to be finished, and I'm dying to do some Christmas-themed photo edits but maybe it's a little early?

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