Reel Big Mess

Oh my god Hi. I haven't died, I've just been busy/too sociable/drunk/asleep for the past however long. Good news - my assignments are all in now. Bad news - I want to get wrecked all the time as a consquence of this and I'm running out of money.
I went to Rock City last night to watch Reel Big Fish; and I got so messed up I threw up twice. My friend Tristan had to clean out a wastepaper bin I hurled into, and give it back to me for round two of chunk-blowing. Its no shocker. I was swigging vodka straight back at the gig like a thirsty man. We ended up in a club that smelled a bit like cheese and sex and I got even more pissed.
The highlight was this morning when Tristan produced a bacon sandwich for me with a smiley face drawn on it in tomato sauce. Service with smile, that boy, everytime. You wouldn't get that kind of amazing shit off Marco Pierre French-Man-Dont-Give-a-Fuck-What-His-Last-Name-Is.

Last night at the gig there was a gigantic bloke in a white t-shirt skanking his tits off. He nearly killed us all (and probably himself. Dancing like that with his BMI can't be anything short of a one way ticket to a heart attack). I heard people I was out with keep shouting 'WATCH IT, WHITE T-SHIRT MAN'. He was an absolute animal. He was the happiest person at that gig. Or the one on several drugs I'm not sure which but I think they're sort of the time think.

Its been very trying today. I've been doing alot of acting without the wonderful thought process usually required so thats fucking fantastic. I got home to Lincoln and my housemate Tasha has been trying me. She nicked my chair, and bet me £50 I couldn't stay in my room for 24 hours. I could do it, I'm just choosing not to. I kicked off about her stealing my chair though. She has got no idea how against my code that is the little harlot.

I'm sat on the floor now as I'm writing this and my arse is going very numb. Which makes a change from my face or hands, as has been frequent recently. Nothing much else has actually happened here. Chelle, my housemate, got a boyfriend, and while we're all very happy for her, Tasha is miserable about being single and seemed to want to drink some Cilit Bang through a funnell for a bit.

On another note I made Abby a Mocha today, and it was bloody brilliant. I'm wasting my time here. I should actually be a barista in Italy making mocha's for a living, driving a scooter and eating expensive biscuits.

In the mean time I'm going to continue in my current line of education while venting pent up frustration by singing 'New York, New York' loudly around the house.

I need to go to bed quite badly. So I think I might. I'm supposed to be going out tommorow. You don't have much choice here.

'Are you lot going out tommorow'
'Yeah, and so are you'
'Right then'

People can be very persuasive. God only knows if I've spelt that right. I reckon they're all trying to kill me.

Stay safe. x