On being random.....

Random : Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective: random movements. Also a mathematical probability or sequence of events

Why is it that random things always happen to me? I think when I was put together someone up there must have been having a laugh. I come out with the most prolifically stupid comments and feel the need to apologise for them, just because they were going through my mind at the time. I daydream a lot, mostly this is good and I go with it and then write whatever down. I sing descant to my i-pod unbeknown to me which makes people look at me in a strange way. I've had conversations having phoned friends mobile numbers only to find I was phoning and Emma or an Andy, but not the Emma or Andy that I was trying to phone.....I even ran over a cat on my driving test.....Do I possess the worst luck in the world? Although good things happen to random people some times.

To explain to you what this means I'll give you a synopsis of the last seven days.

Thursday: In London some old man started stroking my hair on the bus on the way to Nutford house Halls in Brown street. I jumped out of my skin and immediately swept up my hair. He laughs and asks me if I would sell my hair to him as it would make a lovely wig and there was lots of money in human hair. Luckily I had Mags there who is one of my loudest friends who told him to get off in some vernacular or another. Spent the next ten minutes hoping the guy didn't have a pair of scissors of any sort behind me.

Friday: After spending most of the day in bed which was amazing and maybe a bit lazy, I went to the hairdressers. Asked the hairdresser for a trim up to my elbows. Apparently the girl was in training and cut it in a line from the middle of my left arm to my right elbow (was thinking that perhaps she was also perhaps blind and standing on one leg at the time?). Got a free haircut out of it in the end but 7 inches gone-which means that Thursdays guy could have had his hair after all.

Saturday: Downloaded almost £40 of music on to an mp3 and put the mp3 on my keyring. Bent down to lace up my trainers. I must have left the keys on the floor. When I went to grab them they were gone. Looked everywhere for them. As I was on the way out ghost hunting I though hey hang on this is spooky! As I had almost given up my Labrador came bounding by with something in his mouth....no more tiny mp3 player....

Sunday: After a nights ghost hunting in Gainsborough I fell asleep on the bus on the way back. Unfortunately I was in the window seat and in a vest. Burnt the left half of my face and one arm and had to walk from the bus through Wrexham to the car :(

Monday: Spent the day studying mostly in the library so you would think I was safe there. Returned home and spent some time in the garden surrounded in books, and went for a run. As the sun went down my elbows turned red-who else burns their elbows?

Tuesday: Sitting in an English exam writing away. I forgot that I had put my mobile in my bra on silent for safe keeping. Almost jumped out of my skin when it vibrated half an hour before the end with a text message. I won't be doing that again in a hurry but I almost had a fit of giggles.

Wednesday: This one is my fault again but got random during an IM. Thinking what I was going to put on in the morning and actually typing it out. Oops-sorry to the person in question for my mental ineptitude!

So it's again Thursday and I've already been late for 1 tutorial this morning which is my bad because I was up late last night. This has just been a brilliant example of one of my weeks! No poetry today. Just a moan from me to you :) Things must improve soon!