Wtf is a journal entry. Like, is this meant to be a blog in which I witter on about events that mean nothing to a foreign person or does this have to be in some way relevent to music? Or maybe I'm completely wrong altogether. Anyway, I'm sure you'll all live with it.. Not like anyone will read this anyway ;D Its 01.56am on a Saturday night. Basically, the weekend is over. It wasnt entirely eventful but saying that, it wasn't boring either. There was much money spent on coffee and an emphasis on spending time sitting around cafes under the infrared lights. I made the huge mistake of getting the bus alone with Ciaran and Tony. I know what you're thinking, and no they didn't rape me... It was much worse. Both are at least 6ft resulting in their legs being hugely longer than mine and I was forced to trot at their heels, attempting to stick with the pack as to avoid being attacked by stray knackers on a Saturday night. I puffed all the way to the Rendevous Bar, and that was Tony's cue to stride in the opposite direction towards his house... His shoes were wet, or something. It was here that we were joined by Amy, her feet still throbbing after her first day at work the previous night. Not long after this Creagh was spotted travelling towards the off license. Once we had his attention, he informed us of his disapointing night in which his plans were destroyed by parents arriving home early, the cause of several cold nights strolling around Bishopstown in the rain.. Halloween comes to mind. His spirit appeared to lift when we told him we were planning on taking a trip to Faye's, obviously remembering her party last summer. This was replaced again by the disapointment when he discovered this was sadly not the case, and we were going 'for drinks among friends'. In other words, none of us had any money :p Anyway, to save you a prolonged account of our adventure to Tesco and to Fayes, I'll stop now. I mean, you got the simple part of the night.. Thats the main thing, yeah? ;)