Today my dad, Jamie and I went to see Iron Man 2. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not going to go down in history as an instant classic, but it's a great film. The action was actually entertaining, the main character's ace, and the plot's half decent. I'd give it a good 8/10.
Yesterday was fucking fantastic, too. Went out with the usual crew to town, which is always great fun. Then, I got home, walked through the front door to hear the phone start ringing. I picked it up, and it was Jason, inviting me round to his house. After an unusually long phone-call, we got a plan sorted, so I 'helped' jamie cook the lasagne, ate it, and got to the bus within three quarters of an hour; Which is impressive, when you consider it takes half an hour to cook.
At Jason's, we played 'Risk', which is a fucking brilliant game, which I have every intention of playing again. George was round too, and he'd played it before, so he absolutely wiped Jason and me. It was still great fun, and I'd love to play again at some point. I had to rush off towards the end of the game, as I had to catch the last bus to mine. That was risky, admittedly, as I wasn't exactly sure when it was supposed to arrive, but it all ended well (Y)
Now, I'm going to do some homework in preparation for being able to do none tomorrow, so I shall bid you a very happy Adieu.
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