Oh dear...

So I'm not really keeping up with this as the name would suggest. It's quite misleading really.
But that's okay because I have been revising and generally doing nothing.

Monday was quite mental again! Hurrah! I went to Waitrose to look at their selection of spirits in preparation for Waxham camping and Latitude and ended up just buying a bottle of Jaques fruit cider. (The red one). When I was getting served, I could just tell that the woman was just waiting to say the fatal words 'do you have any ID?'. She didn't just say it like any normal person either. I mean, you could tell she took real pleasure out of saying it. It sound a bit more like this: (hysterically happy voice) 'Sooooo, have we got any ID then? AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!' I was quite shocked to be honest, and it took me a while to get through the shock and get my ID out. I think she was then pretty upset she had actually asked for it because then she had to actually look at it and check that I was born over 18 years ago... and it obviously was quite a hard thing for her to do because at one point she was very close to saying I wasn't 18.

In my experience of buying alcohol in the one month since my 18th, not one person has been able to serve me without saying 'Oooooohhhhhh, only just' with a smug smile on their faces, as if to say 'I've been able to buy alcohol for a much longer time than you'. No offense, but I don't actually need to be told I'm only just 18, I experienced it first hand.

On Tuesday, I had to get the 9.00 bus home from Toby's to make sure I was home in time for a revision day with some friends. It was the craziest, most eventful bus journey I have ever experienced, especially considering I was coming back from Garboldisham. For about twenty minutes it was as quiet as usual. But then mothers with their babies started getting on. Now, the bus has capacity to handle two prams and no more. I counted nine. NINE! Nine different people get on, all with push chairs. It was getting ridiculous, especially when one lady got on with her pram, saw there was no where for it to go and just left it next to the bus driver. As soon as the bus started moving again, the pram fell over. (The baby wasn't in it at the time) I could just tell that everyone had a massive urge to tell her to go and fold it up and put it in the luggage rack but no one quite had the guts. Then her kid started screaming its lungs out and for the one minute she took her eyes off her baby to talk to the person next to her I saw the baby gag about six times before it quite nicely threw up all over his mum. It was quite amusing in a really horrible, mean way.
The baby situation on the bus is acceptable and may not have been so crazy if on the same bus journey a stray dog hadn't walked on and sat on a seat. Yup, a dog, which no one owned simply walked on and sat on a seat like he wanted to get out of Ixworth and run away to Bury.

Haha, I just imagined the look on some people's faces if they read this post. Someone who lives in the centre of London or Essex would just be reading this like... 'That's nuffin luv I punched someone on the bus today after doin' five lines of coke.' (I love stereotypes!)

Well, it was quite eventful and shocking seeing as I'm usually the only one on the bus all the way to Bury.