I've Hijacked Christopher's Blog

Well, this is fun!

Hello, I'm Faye. I know that I'm only one of 3 people that actually read this blog, so this hijack isn't the most exciting thing to happen in the history of blogs.

The hijack wasn't all that easy to be honest. I put in Christopher's email (which if your Christopher's friend, you should know already) and then Emma had told me his password, so I put in what she told me, and it didn't work, so I tried it again, and it still didn't work. So she put in the exact same thing that I was typing, and it worked for her. Obviously the computer views me as the anti-christ of blogging.

So, we went to a pub in Southampton tonight. It was awfully fun, except that we had a couple making out quite furiously behind Emma and I, and right in front of Christopher. So we spent a while debating whether the manly looking one was a man or a woman... It was a lengthy discussion, that I think they possibly overheard, cos we weren't all that careful about being quiet. I saw the he/she from the front after a while, and I'm fairly sure it was a woman. So in conclusion, we saw a couple of lesbinans having a bit of a smooch this evening.

Then we came home and had some bagels and cream cheese. I like bagels and cream cheese, although I eat them nearly everyday at lunch. But I suppose it's more fun when it's 2:30am. Probably not that exciting, cos bagels and cream cheese really have a limit on how exciting they can be. Which doesn't rate all that highly in the grand scheme of things.

So, Emma and Christopher are having a very dull conversation about the subjects Emma has studied in her history degree. Apparently she's done something to do with women murderers (women who are murderers, not men who murder women) and crime and punishment. And now they're having a debate about whether History goes on forever, or whether there's a limit on the amount of British history there has been.

Wow, I'm bored.

So, this isn't a bad entry for someone who has possibly drunk a little too much for one evening.

Oh, one final thing, Emma seems to love one of her lecturers. Apparently he's really cool and fun and when he picked on her to talk to the class about some bollocks to do with Shakespeare when she was hungover, she waffled on for a bit or something. It would seem that Emma talks about crap when she's drunk too much.

I was going to write something like 'Chris is a Gay' in this entry, (which I realise I just did, but I did it in '' <- those things, so it doesn't count) but then I figured that Christopher might delete the whole entry if I did, so I won't. So I'll be nice and say Christopher has cheese down his front. Which I did, but we won't go into that...

Apparently I've been typing this for ages, so I'm going to stop now. But it's not everyday that you get to hijack your friend's blog, so I'm making the most of it.

Off I toddle now. It has been a pleasure to talk to all 3 of you.

Lots of love,
Faye XxX