Was an early start today seeing as I had a train to catch, although I'd only had about 4hours sleep. I was up for 7a.m and out the door for 8:15am. Then commenced the 40 minute car journey to Blackburn. Whilst sitting in the car, half asleep and weary, this foo fighters song came on. I couldn't get over how formulaic they have become, from creative riffs to the general drivel of modern lyrics that mean absolutely nothing to them or to any one...
When I got to the station after much anxiety over my dads reckless driving skills, I ended up with a return ticket instead of a single, whether they just charged me extra on purpose or whether it was actually cheaper to do so I'd love to know... The train was on time and the only thing I had to worry about was which seat to pick. Often when theres not many seats left on a train your left with no choice where to sit down, but when there are plenty of seats theres always the difficult decision of where to sit. Do you choose the one nearest to the door? The one next to that old man with the odd looking hat? Or the one next to the large family? Or possibly as far away as you can get from that?
Once I'd selected a seat, the train set off rolling through the hills of the North, by passing the grimy northern industrial towns in which is talked about in The road to Wigan pier, which happened to by most ironic seeing as thats what I was reading. The journey was quite a pleasant one, despite when looking out the window you were given the impression that an overgrown bush was about to slap you rather abruptly in the face. This was subsequently quite frightening when you had your face right next to the window. Makes you glad that such miracle things as window panes exist...
When two hours of glorious rail travel had passed, the train finally arrived at York. I was greeted by my Grandmother, Sister and Cousin, who had a slight bout of difficulty in finding the platform, but we got there in the end. To follow was a shopping expedition in a retail park, but ofcourse, before that could commence, one must visit the most divine and celubrious, Mcdonalds. Fortunately, I have to report that no numbers were given at tills, although there was balloons. Ones with smurfs on that were filled with helium. Being the crazy bitch I am, I couldn't possibly resist the temptation of inhaling it. This was quite possibly the funniest thing ever...
I never seem to stop going shopping, though I was quite pleased with myself on only managing to spend a grand total of £6.99 on a Foster the People CD. Was quite glad that I'd finally got it, they really are a decent band and have done quite well in the amount of publicity they had raised.
To add to the day becoming more packed in, I finally went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. It wasn't bad, but some how it felt a little too much like Saw... Voldemort was constantly making anouncements that somehow everyone could hear, You wanna play a game...
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