Please don't stray, so far from me again. You're so far from me.
It's got to that stage where I just feel kind of cracked. Last night had so many weird stages and places that it doesn't really make sense anymore. Doing the black tie thingin sipping champagne and wine dresses and heels, subsiding into kitchen style motown and general classics, til the whole event gave way into drum and bass under the indian tent, digressing into flats and trackkie bs.
Both of my cousins running around blind drunk. Everyone running around blind drunk. Toilet chats. Random girls - "ohhh you're cassia". Perfect raving with mai-anh. Laila - "ohnoyoudidn't!"...and hannah - "What, did you just call me a lesbian?!" "oh god, that rascist lesbian girl is shouting at me again". State school/private school. The boys - "You've lost the plot mate. Everyones lost the plot" until it became apparent that, yes, everyone had lost the plot as the 50 or so people who hadn't been smart enough to get a cab out at the end of the night attempted to settle down in the tentywhatsit ending in failure, throwing salad and mild hypothermia - "Cassia, man, you feel like ice. I think this is it, you're actually going to die" he says. All giving up two hours later, for hockey yah. and a long journey back to london. sick, i think?
This is the kind of post I hate to read because it doesn't actually concern anyone but those who were there and is, therefore inconsequential to....well everyone really. Lets make this less about me; anyone, tell me what was your exact perfect moment of the weekend?
I'm not going into school tomorrow, fuck that. Lets all go to bed.