had a wacky/lovely day.
im not doing anything of interest for eleven and a half hours.

I have no hangover. I have and will do nothing. today is amazing.

to quote a previous post, this is my day:

a brother acting as though you were both still children, punching you, sending texts from your phone to people you really don't want to look lame in front of, updating your facebook status, turning off the computer every five minutes, kicking your face, throwing glasses of water over you and generally acting as though there is no medication for adhd and yes we are both still 11 and 15. OH GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO GO HOME.

yay! i really need to get up though.

I hope that you're ok today? I went out last night, and ended up at a classic rock night, where I drank cider, and fell over. Due to the length of time it takes to get home on the bus though, I managed to sober up enough to avoid a killer hang over. How was your night?

I'm realy quite ill.

Eitherway...I'm paid on Thursday, so you wont see me on here for a good couple of weeks.

we shared 1 bottle of beer between us, went home. it was pretty good.

i still hate myself.
But today I get to listen to MBV real loud and drink coffee and eat pastry goods and pretend i'm in an advert for something that wants "chilled" people.

kbye

just the weird taste at the back of my mouth that i get whenever i've been boozing.

Nothing wacky happened last night. Just went for drinks with my brother and his friends and my friends. Had a little dance to Andrew WK and Rocket From The Crypt. Same as most Saturdays really.

I did find out a celebrated singer-songwriter now recognises me and have a case of mistaken identity thinking someone was a particular DiSer.

it was my friend's 22nd and we went out eventually ending up at my town's only nightclub which is a victorian built shithole called Floral Hall, it cost a fiver to get in due some terrible covers band consisting of a drum machine, some 40 something woman, and a synth player, guitarist and bassist all wearing suits, they played 'Predict a Riot'. The dancefloor was shaking...
Earlier on in the night someone offered me a cig (which I usually decline to) but by the end of the evening I'd smoked at least 15 within 4 hours.
Also on the way to said nightclub someone offered me a small pebble of MDMA for £40 but I didn't fancy it, there was no way of pulling anyone on that shit. So yeah, I recall being on the dancefloor prick-teased by a lass I hadn't seen for years. She was giving it massive until I asked her if she had a boyfriend, which she did. I promptly fucked off after that and got almost immediately accosted by some staggeringly drunk woman celebrating her 40th. Fuck knows how but I was virtually forced into buying her a drink, being cornered with no escape I had no available options.. She also kissed me.. And she stank!
The DJ's had less than half a brain between them and any idea of basic mixing was wholly abandoned in favour of a more 'slam the bastard tune in where you can' approach. That tune with the lyrics that go 'Boots with fur (with the fur!), got the whole club looking at her - something about an arse hitting the floor... Well that got played at least 5 times and I woke up with it looping in my head.
Hangover = Mild
But what a fantasically mundane night I had! I should have taken the drugs!!

i didn't do ANYTHING wacky last night! i'm bored already. i've been offered two free tickets for this neil young festival today, but considerable effort is required and despite neil young being my all-time favourite musician, i find the idea of sitting in a dark room listening to obscure late-80s underground rock far more appealing than a long drive to stand in a muddy field.

slight headache maybe.
i said goodbye to my best friend which was sad. but i also got hold of rolo toms album so happy times :]

i dont like sundayz

*jealous*