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three times in one day. really knocking myself out.
on thursday harriet, alice, jude, rachel & i went to the gig in telford. during the day i hung out with ed for some time, then went to harriet's house. we drank interesting concoctions of vodka, white wine & red bull, while dying jude's hair & cutting fringes. nice. we ran to the station, only to find our train was delayed an hour, so we went & had a pint in the vaults. when we got to telford, we had trouble finding the venue, scrambled through hedges, squeezed through windows in closed-up multi-storey car parks & then eventually followed some randomers. we didn't end up staying very long after-all, but probably ended up pissing all the telfordians off with our presence nevertheless. none of us were sober. oui. when we left to get our train back, everyone but me & harriet managed to get scratched up by thorns, we however took a different route & fell off a wall. it hurt. at the train station we discovered we had another hour to wait for it to actually arrive, meaning we could have just stayed at the damn gig. it then proceeded to rain really fucking hard, & ed had previously pilfered my hoody. we all got soaked. we also managed to pick up two traffic cones, & on the journey back through shrewsbury, snapped off several england flags from cars.
flags like such with the word 'england' written on amuse me, just incase it was unclear what country the flag was for y'know.
we stayed at harriets, & in the morning everyone was rather worse for wear. i however, felt fine. i then spent the majority of the day with ed in town. it was nice. when he went off to college i sat in the quarry reading & talked to kin for a bit. on the way back to mine ed definitely enjoyed his in-bus tour & we concurred that bus journies are most definitely emo. back at mine we did nothing intended, no movies were watched or philosophical conversations were had. we did however watch a lot of big brother. oui.
on saturday, my mum got all antsy at us & i got upset. we left. we took another magical bus, though this time tourless, into town. we sat in a graveyard & ed complained like a little girl about the weather. then i got phone-calls from my dad & went to meet him & matt. we had dinner in pizza express.
he dropped the news during which that my uncle has been arrested. of course this is the manic-depressive, alcoholic uncle who's baby has been taken into care. he had come home drunk, surprise surprise, then had an argument with his wife, & had gone on to kick & punch her. he'd walked out. she'd called the police. later in the middle of the night he tried to get back in, & was being abusive & banging on the doors. so the police came & arrested him. we presume he spent the night in a cell. he came off with a caution as he showed 'remorse'. whatever. until the next time he's drunk, i bet. stuff like this it just really sickens me, & in my own family too. whether it's man to woman, or woman to man, violence is just wrong, & especially since his wife has fairly bad learning difficulties. fucking hell. & my grandparent's are already seriously depressed about everything else involving him, & they're on holiday at the moment, so my dad has the lovely duty of informing them. it's so sad. that bothered me.
saturday night & today have been spent packing my room into boxes. this task is long & ardous, but very therapeutic i must say. i have tomorrow free with no exams too. they finish this friday, so then i'm going to be completely free. the next week we move. yay. goodnight.