FAO David and Billy!

Unfortunately, I never really kept in contact with the many of the people I was friends with in secondary school.

David, my friend/tormentor, disappeared off the face of the Earth. Nobody could get in contact with him, or had any idea where he could be. Billy shacked himself up in his house, preferring to be depressed and alone than come out and see any of his friends. Ellie got a job, and so did Stef. Sarah moved to Grantham, but by the time we left school I hated her guts anyway. So…I never really got to see my old friends any more. I moved to Derby in September 2008 and although I got myself some new friends and a new life, I really missed talking to my Giles mates. We used to be together all the time, and although some people had a sick sense of humour (yes David, I am looking at you) hanging out in room 17 (and, later, the common room) gave me some of my best memories there.

Stef now goes to the same university as me, and is moving into the same halls as me next year. That should make it so much easier for me to meet up with her and have a chat! I talk to David and Billy on msn practically every day, and although they irritate me sometimes, I still enjoy talking to them. What can I say? I’m a sucker for punishment, obviously (and I know they’re going to find interesting ways of twisting that sentence!). They are some of the most immature, sex obsessed, silliest guys I know, but I can’t escape the fact that, for some bizarre reason, I actually kinda like talking to them. I’m even writing this blog post, purely because they instructed me to do so.
(Actually, they wanted me to write about them two having sex, but I don’t think I can do that without being sick. And even if I could, I wouldn’t inflict it on my poor readers!)

So…yeah, I guess the point of this post is a) to say that I love my friends, even if I don’t get to see them very much (BECAUSE THEY ARE ANTISOCIAL TWERPS) and b) I am easily forced into writing rubbish blog posts.