Was supposed to be going for a big night out but everyone bailed so last minute I went round to my mates house with a litre of Bacardi Oakheart, popcorn, lemonade and cocacola. He made some damn tasty cocktails with the rum, ended up tasting like apple pie. I could drink that every day. We watched some tele with popcorn, had a good laugh, then it got to midnight and we decided to go to Hanley, jumped in the car and ended up people watching everyone in Liquid and Walkabout.
I’ve got cuts all over my hands and a couple on my face from where I wrestled with a thorny bush whilst trying to have a piss.
I hope next Monday is just as fun, I need more spontinaity in my life.
Pop on Tumblr for 5 minutes before bed. And am confronted by a long list of suicide notes.
Why, oh, why would ANYONE want to reblog that. Completely ruined my mood, bring on the nightmares, not that they need any help. 9 years since he topped himself and I still dream about it, reading the notes of people decent enough to leave an explanation has made me feel sick.
Officially not a student now xD love it, MacDonalds for dinner and then pub time.
My life seems to be a swirling pit of uncertainty at the moment, but I’d rather that than it be boring. I’d choose a life as insane as Luke Skywalker’s over a life as boring as every character ever invented for a chick-flick.
Speaking of Luke, I’m looking forward to May the 4th more than Valentines day, movie marathon at the pub, fucking immense.