16.02.09

Well, this week has been a lot. After breaking up from school on Friday I arrived home in a miserable and tired mood and decided to get into bed with a bottle of wine, no intentions of leaving the house. However, already tipsy, when I received a phone call informing me of a 'MENTAL' house party, thought perhaps it might be worth it. Yeah, it was not. Travel all the way to a dodgy kinda flat in Wallington, full of about a hundred angry looking, drunk, sweaty, screaming teenagers. It was definitely more than Skins series 3, to be fair. After examining the place I couldn't understand why the flat seemed strangely bare until I heard sirens and the sudden screaming of everybody "THE POLICE ARE HERE! RUN!"

Brilliant, truly brilliant. And yep, there are about five or so police cars gathered outside, policemen barking 'GET OUT!' to everyone. Turns out the flat was abandoned. I don't wanna break the law no more, how do I get myself into these situations? Went to a better party, after resorting to using St. Helier Hospital as a desperate means of a toilet. I was glad I left my house in the end.

Other highlights of that weekend include Benny excessively projectile vomiting down my road at 12 o clock on a Sunday night after a pretty bizarre night at some boy's house at the end of my road. Haven't laughed so hard for a while. Even better, when I wake up in the morning incredibly hungover, I find a nice pile of sick next to Benny's head on my sofa. THANKS BENNY. Had to clean up that myself and couldn't get the stench of sick out of the room for a while. Mum gave me a lecture about binge drinking that evening, and how she did not appreciate me coming home so late at night when everyone is asleep, tap dancing in the hallway and proclaiming "I'M SO BLOODY DRUNK" to her. I'll find someone who appreciates it one day I KNOW IT.