One Can Only Imagine

The boy left for uni saturday morning.

Tomorrow, sister leaves for uni abroad.

Friends are heading their separate ways over the next few weeks.

Weather's shit.

Full time job just around the corner.

And the worst of it is..

argh

it is literally painful to type..

my camera is broken.

I'm feeling deflated and so sad.

I think it's the anti-climax.

Jersey Live - that festival I mentioned a while ago?

well it was this weekend

and it was awesome

(despite somebody pouring vodka on my camera)

but it's over now

time for people to move on.

But I don't want summer to end and people to leave!

I know there's lots of new beginnings

(i'm sure I can scrape together some money to get the cam fixed

or buy a new one?)

but still...

nobody

likes

change

(I have a special bond with that inappropriately big camera)

Sigh,

it's going to be a long night.

In my desperate attempt to cheer up

I went rummaging through my Iphoto

and found these bad boys

from a party I went to last year.

And now i'm thinking to myself...

'Nothing i'm feeling now could match how these guys must have felt when they took that first glimpse of realisation

trying to figure out

where they are

and what the fuck they're doing on the floor

or why they might be holding several thousand beer bottles

or even why they are looking like a lady

or maybe even why there is a boot on the face.'

One can only imagine......

Or not?

I have been backwards and forward on whether to show this to you or not..

but here it is.

(Yes, that is brioche i'm clutching in my fist)

(and Yes, I did pass out at 10pm)

(and finally Yes, I did get up at 6am to take photos of the unconscious,

making it out as though I had been apart of the amazing night)

It's strange how much happier I feel.

hehehe

Happy Blogging

The Soap Did It.

Hi all,

Things aren't right.

It's blazingly hot outside whilst I sit here,

sniffling, spluttering and coughing my brains out.

How can this be??

I can only blame my past week. It's been a weird one.

1. A terrible Fancy Dress Party.

Nobody showed up.

This is the frightening thing about throwing a party,

you can never tell if it's going to be a success or a flop.

In this girl's case... I suppose the venue was too big,

too far away.

It was on a friday night - people chill on fridays.

It was fancy dress - people can't be bothered.

But I showed up!

Dressed in an orange vest,

claiming to be CHARMANDER

(you know... the Pokemon....)

No, I will not show you a picture of that.

2. A surprisingly good party!

Here's me, pulling up to my friend, Daisy's house

to find myself being ushered into an enormous home-made car park.

I can remember taking this picture...

taking a few steps back, bewildered at the gross amount of cars before me.

Daisy had told me her dad's friend was having a party at hers,

and to 'pop down'

I did not foresee what I would be 'popping' into.

It was gigantic!

Outside the house alone were tents, thai food, espetada stands,

fancy dress stalls, a safari truck... People smoking weed, taking pills

and dressed in all sorts of things.

And then there was me.

Sober and wearing something I'd just been to work in.

But I did stuff my face with green thai curry.

Inside the basement was a bar filled with booze...

SO MUCH BOOZE!

There was a stage where 10 bands played throughout the afternoon/night,

some of which were pretty famous.

(I can't remember who they were now)

THERE WAS A FREAKING FRUTINI MACHINE FILLED WITH MOJITO!!!

I would say that I am ill because I took loads of drugs, drunk loads of mojitos

(which apparently got spiked with MDMA later on that night)

and partied too hard...

But alas, I don't do drugs, I remained sober and I left at 11.30.

I am a sad excuse of a human being.

3. Student Night

A night where I took my sad sad self and got very very drunk!

(probably the night that brought on this cold)

I held some pre drinks at mine and we took the bus to town.

We were the only people on there, and we sung many many

heart felt, girly songs for the bus driver's entertainment.

(He applauded as we left)

Just look at that pose...

Why do I always do this?

Please... somebody shoot me

or at least take me home!

Nobody took me home... just yet.

We went to Pure, where a new student night was being held.

Good music, good dancing.

It was a shame when I went to the toilet, leaving my drink by the sink...

to find it tasted different when we were reunited.

Had it been spiked??

No. Somebody had just squirted soap into it by accident.

(my life isn't that exciting)

There was an incident, however, with the boy I was seeing for a while

(before getting back with Peter)

He ignored me

and later on told me that I wasn't worth talking to anymore.

I was pretty upset, I thought we were good friends.

P.S. I still reckon it was the soap which made me ill

Happy Blogging everybody