well what do you know

i told you my life was a comedy for those that are not me. tonight is an example of the terrible luck that befalls me on a daily basis.

not content to knock me about with a terrible week, life has decided to rub a little bit of mercury onto my gaping wounds. let me set the scene for you: my sister doesn't get to go out at night very often now my mum is sick (cancer, the worst kind, will fill you in another time) and i'm at uni and my niece needs babysitting. so, since i'm home this weekend, i gave up my original plans to go and see fantastic mr fox for a quiet night in watching the x-factor with said child, allowing mum to go to bed and my sister a night off.

it should have been simple: child falls asleep on couch, child is woken up, child sent to bathroom, child goes to bed, pilgrim goes to watch zoolander on film4.

this is how my night decided to pan out instead: child falls asleep on couch, child will not be woken up, mother is called from bed to help, child is woken up, and sulkily heads upstairs, child refuses to visit bathroom, child lays on the stairs and cries, child vomits all over stairs, pilgrim has to clear it up.

normally my mum is the one who deals with this sort of thing, but as she's poorly she can't afford to pick up any germs from child chunder, so gloves on, disinfectant in hand, i stepped up. it took my sister fourty mins to get back. taxis. apparently.

anyway. this is how i spend my saturdays now. scrubbing the stairs whilst breathing through my mouth lest i gag myself of the stank of kidsick that is now firmly lodged in the carpet just outside my bedroom, despite the amount of disinfectant, which is currently soaking the unwary feet of those who forget that here there be vomit.

in other news, i hate those john and edward dudes. but not as much as i hate louis walsh. he can kiss my sick-soaked stairs.

pilgrim out

get used to my disregard for capital letters

becasue quite frankly, I get enough of that at uni, and this is the internet, for goodness sake. you'd think I could relax here without some grammar nazi breathing down my neck. and anyway. this is my blog. I shall do what i bally well please.

so. hello. my name is kim. but this is the internet, so you can call me pilgrim. i may be lax when it comes to grammar, but it is internet custom to have a screen name, and i pride myself on my ability to adapt to custom. my screen name is young pilgrim. if you don't know why you should go to this website and listen to some sample songs because then you will love the shins and understand why i am young pilgrim. two birds with one link. 

anyway this is a blog, and in it i will be blogging. i will try to be entertaining. i know i've not proven this so far. sometimes I will copy my friend Emmah (who's blog is always awesome) and big up music, artists and friends of mine who are doing fabulous things. most of the time I will talk about myself, and my life, but don't worry because my life is pretty amusing for those that are not living it. Sometimes I will put up little bits of writing that I might be doing, to work through a block or just for exercise. did I mention i'm a writer? probably best not to... this blog is pretty tedious already and it's only the first post. god know's you won't read my book if the writing here is an indication of the writing there.

(joke's on you, you don't know my last name. you might read it without realising. gut.)

i will always try and be truthful, although this is my life and a little bit of artistic license never hurt anyone, but if i go off into the depths of fantasy as i often do, then I will at least try and give adequate warning.

if you like random drawings you should go here becasue that is my website. if i like you enough i might doodle you something and put it up there. but only if you are exceptionally nice. and it might take a few months because i am not terribly pro-active.

that's about all i have to say about that.
are you ready, internet? becasue this shit just got real.

pilgrim out