Saturday, 14 March 2009

milk bottle drink




day two out of three of this rediculasly detrimental vodka binge.





as displayed on the right; lovely combination of amys biology homework and some cheap cheap vodka. we got so drunk that frankie and i started playing twister with the floor "LEFTT HANDD CARPET! RIGHT LEG KEYS!" and half way through skins decided to have a drunk shower in our underwear. we flooded the room, and the water dripped two floors down; we were terrified to leave the room so stayed in there until eventually drunkenly stumbling out and wishing to leave leave leave leave leave. so we did, started walking from the middle of no where which is briggstown, freeeezing cold.

thus i love getting drunk on a school night. the next day, disorientated and dehydrated we went back into school. i had no phone, oyster, money, food, coat, pencilcase, SOCKS. the socks was the worst thing, i couldnt deal with life?!

when i got home my mother had been making bread. i decided to brush the crust with milk. this, we discovered, is what you should not do to bread. results:
anyway, i went to london with frankie and ellie and the most random eltham boys which made life so wierd and awkward, but then we had had a lot of drink to drink and milk bottle drink was the literal best thing.. we did the most retarded things like punching ourselves so we could have a bruise which james briggs would apparantly have given us according to our emotional blackmailing to amy hunter for a lift home. constantly alternated between affectionate and angry at mike. couldnt be bothered to go clubbing so came home on the last train, quoting inbetweeners and peep show ("i can neither confirm or deny" "you said she was a knuckle head, and she should knuckle down or else youl knuckle her fat head") where we bumped into ana who had come back from her date with toni terror, aka gothic ali g. awesome, so we eated pastas and slept. alcahol sleep. bad bad alcahol sleep. in 4 hours im going back to my other home to begin to get poison my body all over again... mm surprise parties with nothing to wear!

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