Those of you who have moved, and can remember it, especially if you've moved more than once in you childhood/teens.. you kinda start to loose a bit of your identity. It's bizarre but, when we move and i see my new room, i feel like im starting again, and each time i do i lose a bit of myself.. it's hard to explain, but it does suck. However, im very happy to be back in regular society, i do feel more human.
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MY GOD it was Emma's 18th yesterday, it was cracking! Pre drinks at Terri's was lols, well, from when we got there to finally finding The Twisted Lemon it was very eventful.. wasn't it LAURA... ;] The actual partay itself was bien! Was fabby dabs to see everyone, and kinda meet Emmas other friends, unfortunately Single Ladies didn't come on, so i couldn't give a live performance. Darn it. BUT the food may i say was splendid, i loved the wedges, especially the spiced ones! Andy, Sophie, Freya and I, oh and Joe, left at some-time-to-midnight and found ourselves at Haunt. The Haunt. The Haunted. The What-ever-its-bloody-called and were in there till about half 1 methinks, it was heaving with people, so packed and Freya managed to get with.. 5 guys. FIVE. Girl were table dancin' and shakin what her momma gave herrr! So much so she face planted the floor. Twice. Also, not forgetting being passed around by a group of sex hungry, beer drenched men. Scary.
Getting back to Terri's was OK, the plan was as she and Laura left early, once us lot came back we'd ring her and she'd let us in. That plan went to major shit. We waited outside for 20 mins trying to wake the betch up, and literally thought for a second we'd be screwed. 28 missed calls later, we were inside.....
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Essentially had a McDonalds for breakfast, but it was their lunch menu. Never again.
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My house, well.. my room looks like 2012 came early.. im nearly balls deep in just stuff. Need to sort that shizaliz out.
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I should be asleep, but thought about Blogger, and i had to see him and write him this letter.
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Im currently listening to Glee, the slower songs.. One Less Bell To Answer/ A House Is Not A Home to be specific. Season 1 is still better than season 2. blegh.
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I am now going to engage in a heightened level of friendship with Leonardo. Before you crazy cats get too excited, that's what my bed is called. Did I name it? No, but i love it just as much, it's what the stitching says, he is my Leonardo and he shall be mine and mine he shall be!
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PS. Team MeasureMeasure kicks ass. That is all.
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