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How fucking hungover am I. Worth it, though. After a frustrating group project at uni ending and the inevitable yet always-fantastic feeling of relief, I was in the mood to do something good. So, me and my buddy Christina caught a train to Brighton (my favourite lil' town in England) and on the way managed to change, 'Thriller' stylee, from a couple of kids in parkas and converse to a fucked up pirate and a zombie respectively. No, make that a drunk fucked up pirate and a drunken zombie. Hey. Nothin' like whiling away a train journey with a bottle of rocket fuel before a houseparty. Woop. After spending about an hour looking for a beer shop (being told 'Halloween's don't booz! Halloween's don't booz! by the funny indian dude in there) and being in a Chris's friend's house (who had satin sheets on his bed - nice touch) we arrived. By then we were a bit worse for wear but it was good to see the old skool kids again on form. Typically enough I woke up freezing to death on a sofa feeling like shit but a run through the digital cam memory says it was worth it, fer sure. Most people made an effort with their costumes too. I was also invited to Kim's housewarming halloween thing, but I said I'd go to Brighton a while ago so I decided to keep my promise. I need to work on that shit.
