I'm tired of rumours startin

you may have heard rumours that i was seen snorting cocaine off Lindsay Lohan's tits in a posh nightclub on wednesday ...

unfortunately, that wasnt me :( instead i was just seen queuing outside for three hours. despite being on the guestlist, kelly and i were denied entry after showing up unfashionably late. the club was full so they closed the guestlist, but i did get a half-way decent photo of Lindsay in her car! by the way, she is sooo pretty in real life! and she was like smiling and laughing the whole time too. what an attention whore! but she's so fucking hot!

paparazzi are so funny! they kept running up and down the street whenever they thought a celebrity was arriving. the only celebs actually seen at this nightclub were lindsay and her girlfriend (who was DJing the event) and a few C-listers who nobody really cares about. One of the photogs said that he saw Katy Perry earlier that day and another took a picture of me with his crazy camera that flashed like 32987402 times! it was kind of creepy, actually. but i started talking to him, asking if he got the 'money-shot' and he was like 'nah, no beaver ... no fire-crotch for me tonight.' i'm so upset that i couldn't get in! like, i would not give up though. i seriously tried everything i could think of, short of offering the bouncers sexual favours (although i may have hinted that i would) and eventually, after some drunk guy who already had a table in the club couldn't get us in, and after kelly dragged me away from the door, we gave up and went home. it would have been so cool if we'd gotten into the club, but atleast i got to see my hetero-girl crush up close! <3

i forgot a title on that last one ... eh, fuck it

so, i feel like i should be blogging all about my week in amsterdam and dublin, but tbh i dont really remember most of it! yea, i did some touristy things, i got high, it was ace. amsterdam = most terrifying city in the world. we almost got robbed/raped/killed about a million times. i actually did have my shoes stolen from the hostel. also, i spilt a bottle of water in my purse, temporarily destroying my camera and mobile phone and permanently destroying my ipod (r.i.p. squishy deux) that's why i only have about 12 pictures from last week, but fortunately kelly and christine took pictures so you can see all the ones that im tagged in on facebook. i bought a new ipod in london on saturday (il duce) its a classic and apparently it only comes with 120 gigs now. i dont think ill ever use all that space! maybe ill put some more movies on.

so amsterdam was fun, dublin was safer.

ugh, i went to the duty free in amsterdam to buy cigs and the lady asked if london was my final destination, and being retarded i told her truthfully that im going to dublin after and since i didnt have a boarding pass for dublin/because she thought i said dubai she wouldnt let me buy cigarettes because something about the eu and i was just like 'you're a crazy bitch'

that reminds me! like everyone in the world was out to get us this week (no, it wasnt just paranoia from the weed). on a bus in amsterdam, the crazy bus driver closed the doors at our stop when we were about to get off and just drove on to the next stop and she was staring right at us! we had to get off at the next stop and walk, but it wasnt too far. it was soo mean though! and i feel like there was another similar incident but i cant remember at the mo.

anyway, so i couldnt get my cigs in amsterdam and they were too expensive in london so i was gonna get them coming back from dublin, but of course i forgot. now i roll my own cigarettes like a real brit! its fun, im not too terrible at it (i had practice with joints in amsterdam) and on some website it said that people who roll their own are mavericks! yay i'm sarah palin!

speaking of which, yay obama! everyone in england is really happy!