• Last night was probably the worst party in the history of...a long time. Ish. It ended up with all the guys trying to be hardass and run from the (imaginary) police, Xavi dragging me along a country road in the pitch black, having to climb over a fence to get onto the station platform whilst still drunk.

   Nobody was happy, I swear. Gavin was down/pretty much bipolar because he was messed up about talking to Mamphy about the fact that he has feelings for her. Ed was miserable because Ruth was completely blanking him and had surgically attatched herself to some guy named Julian that she's never heard of before and will probably never give a flying shit about. I was unhappy because, in between cheering up Ed & giving Gav advice & sneaking odd moments with Xavi, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with only a handful of people I actually like, and the rest being preppy twats that I just wanted to sock in the head for being...Argh, I don't know. Just for being irritating.

  On a more positive note; The 'before' and 'after' parts were fun, though, at Emma's house both times. Beforehand Emma, Gavin, Ollie, Ruth, Billy, Xavi, Truckle and I just lounged around, creating manpiles and trying to figure out how to play bass guitar. Afterwards Emma, Xavi and I hung out in her kitchen eating Rice Krispies from the packet and plain bagels, just talking. It wasn't all bad. I think I can safely say that, in my opinion and only most of the time, I have some pretty great friends. Even if they are messed up and moody and alcoholic and unable to control their bodily gases while in public. (:

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