Well lookyhere guys! we're almost up to date, i thought this would never happen... I HAD SUCH A SHITTY NIGHT ON FRIDAY. after weeks and weeks of school, not going out because of work, crying over Aristotle's theory and common room bitching this party was meant to signal the start of a good half term, but it was anything but.
First off the guy who was having this thing was an angel, bless him he's so sweet so i felt bad that i knew everyone was going to trash his house because everyone knew about this party. EVERYONE.
So i go around to Sarah's before and we get ready with a few others, and we're all looking forward to a great night, fast forward to the train station. first of all, i have to pay for the train, granted it's only a pound fifty but if we'd sat down at the OTHER end of the train we would have avoided the ticket collect, but then again he was a saintly man and we all had a little chat with him so actually, it was worth it.
so get off the train and there's some guys we vaguely know getting a taxi but we decide to walk, as we are young, fit individuals.... half an hour later... we're completely lost. and in the dark. things arent looking up, but we eventually get there. and the first thing my friend Tara says (she's been there since the beginning) when i come in is "it's such a dickfest in here" and MY GOD WAS SHE TELLING THE TRUTH. there were so many people there and most of them were guys, and i dont know about you but the only thing i can't do at a party is mingle into a group of guys, if i know them it's fine or there's girls in the group i'm fine but these were large of group of unknown guys so i ended up chillin with some guys i know, for some reason i always chill with the guys never the girls, i dont know why it happens but it does. ANYWAY that's moving away from the point, so we all get kicked out by the police because of the noise at about 11, and this guy is having a asthma attack because he has smoked a lot of shit. what a twat. but me and a friend of mine sort him out and can i just say it was such a scary thing, his eyes were rolling back and he kept falling over, i won't lie, after the shock hit me i had a little cry, my drunken brain had told me he was going to die, maybe i was overreacting i dont know?
so the train gets to the station at ten past 12 so we head back and it's SO COLD, actually freezing, i'm not a happy bunny. and to top it all off some yob head throws a potato at me from his car. A POTATO. AN ACTUAL POTATO. it hit me so hard i thought i'd been shot and was going to die. and i had no idea where it had come from for awhile, i won't lie i did look to the sky, then at all the buildings but then i realised the it must have been from a car. and this wasnt a small potato, you know the type of potato you'd have roasted on a sunday, i mean this potato could have been a substantial meal for someone, needless to say, it hurt. and now i have a lovely purple bruise on my chest. so we get back to Sarah's and i just want to crash out and sleep, aching, cold and potato bruised and not a flirt insight.
tragic.
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