I've had an odd day

I went to Cardiff early this morning; I left at 8:15. Which is unusually early to be going to Cardiff. Anyway, I wasn't there long because my dad just wanted to get a phone. So after that, I went home. As it turns out, I hadn't told my mother that I was going to Cardiff; she wasn't amused. She was rather angry with me because she had no idea that I was going anywhere.

However, after that little event, I went to Caerphilly. I had to go to get pictures for my art thing, so I was wondering around taking photos. People were giving me the weirdest looks; I could tell they were thinking "Tourist!" So I gave them a look that said "Fuck off, I live down the road." Indeed, it was amusing. After taking the pictures, I bought some art-related supplies that came to a total of £20. Admittedly, it was a little pricey. But at least now I've got the stuff.

After that, I got bored and went for a wander. I saw Ryan and his cousin Lewis in Caerphilly. The first time we saw each other was brief; it was a quick "hello," and then we went our separate ways. The second time we saw each other was in Costa Coffee - I went in for a hot chocolate, and Ryan was there with his cousin. This meeting, like the first, was brief. There was some talk of the photo developing place, and again, we parted. The third and final time I saw them was when I was on my way home. I was walking past the bus stop (I was intending to walk home) when I heard them calling me. I heard them the first time they shouted, but I found the shouting amusing so I didn't turn around. After a short while of shouting, I turned around. And then we walked to Blockbuster, where I purchased Mass Effect. After that, we parted for the final time. What happened to them? Find out next week on Ryan and Co. Watch.

I can, however, tell you what happened to me. I walked towards ASDA, with the intent of using it as a shortcut to Mill Road. It didn't work, because I ended up going in. I bought Disaster Movie from there. It's utter shite, but I found it quite funny.

When I got outside, my mother called me and asked where I was. It was about six o'clock by this time, so I just said that I was on my way to the bus stop. So I walked back up town, talking to myself along the way.

What was it that I was talking to myself about? Pickled onions, that's what. I was wondering if the pickle juice argues with the onions. The onions keep taking credit for being pickled onions, and the pickle juice doesn't like it. The onions are standalone vegetables, and they can make a living on their own. But without the onions, the pickle juice is just vinegar in a jar. And that won't sell well because vinegar is supposed to be in a bottle.

However, onions are more popular when they're with pickle juice, thus completing the partnership. But who should get the credit, onions or pickle juice? I say pickle juice. 'Cause without it, the onions would just be plain ol' onions. And no one like a raw onion (apart from freaky people). Therefore, I believe that Pickled onions should be relabeled as:

PICKLE JUICE
with onion

Who's with me? You should all be with me, for I am the great Master Scott of Space's Sector Six!

Random overheard conversation snippet of the day: "...and my balls move about..." I overheard it on the bus. It was rather odd.