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Im at college writing an essay on womens rights but that will just have to wait for a bit. It gets too depressing when i spend a long time on it anyway due to the lack of rights or equalities or whatever. And no im not some man hating feminist, its hard to shake that image off when you go off on one about ... oh blah blah see i just get sucked in. *sigh*
It was really nice seeing Andy and Gothie this week. I still give you mad props Goth for eating that curry. It was so hot it would have made the a volcano sweat.
I have been having a grand old time though considering i am so stressed about papers and presentations that are piling up as i type. Several birthdays, namely Holly's tomorow...the big 2 - 0 wow! And Imogens last weekend. That was a fun one, but we had to work for it i can tell you. After taking freaking ages to get going we drove a good 45 minuets to get to this field where we would be camping and then had to walk 3 miles in the gathering darkness, all dressed up (me in my prostitute tights, holly in her little shoes, Deva and the Bannoffe Pie ...), along some winding country lanes not really having a clue where we were going. But managed to get very drunk and dance like a fool.
Went to a squat party in an abandoned old peoples home in Thorpe, that was a crazy house. Loads of winding corridors and lots of wasted people. Keir was living there with about 10 other people and they were being evicted the next day, perfect reason for a party. THere was such a mix of people there, chavs, dread heads, goths, chavs, townies, DJs, its was kinbd of cool. Saw the most Chaved up Chav i have seen in a while, he was wearing a hideous Burberry wind jacket thing and a matching visor, nothing under excpet a huge metal chain and a shaved pattern in his eye brow...so funny. It was good music but i was far too tired, i spent a good deal of the time with my head out of an upstairs window watching the police arrive and mill about for a while obviously not able to anything. There was some definatly pissed off neighbours though, this one old dude who looked like maybe the party house used to be his old peoples home, just stood at the end of his garden for hours giving evil stares. And the next morning someone drove by and petrol bombed a van that was full of equipment and records! What the heck, someone could so have been in there, luckily its just some melted stuff, but it made the paper and the news which is always exciting.
Sonic was great fun last night, but feel quite rough today. I did get to see my Greek God though, ahh so hot! I much rather call him that than Ben for some reason...
Ah enough reminising, time to crack on. Oh and poor Kyle having breast cancer, actually poor anyone for having breast cancer. Wont be going to Glastonbury which is a big bumhole bummer but what cha gonna do?
It was really nice seeing Andy and Gothie this week. I still give you mad props Goth for eating that curry. It was so hot it would have made the a volcano sweat.
I have been having a grand old time though considering i am so stressed about papers and presentations that are piling up as i type. Several birthdays, namely Holly's tomorow...the big 2 - 0 wow! And Imogens last weekend. That was a fun one, but we had to work for it i can tell you. After taking freaking ages to get going we drove a good 45 minuets to get to this field where we would be camping and then had to walk 3 miles in the gathering darkness, all dressed up (me in my prostitute tights, holly in her little shoes, Deva and the Bannoffe Pie ...), along some winding country lanes not really having a clue where we were going. But managed to get very drunk and dance like a fool.
Went to a squat party in an abandoned old peoples home in Thorpe, that was a crazy house. Loads of winding corridors and lots of wasted people. Keir was living there with about 10 other people and they were being evicted the next day, perfect reason for a party. THere was such a mix of people there, chavs, dread heads, goths, chavs, townies, DJs, its was kinbd of cool. Saw the most Chaved up Chav i have seen in a while, he was wearing a hideous Burberry wind jacket thing and a matching visor, nothing under excpet a huge metal chain and a shaved pattern in his eye brow...so funny. It was good music but i was far too tired, i spent a good deal of the time with my head out of an upstairs window watching the police arrive and mill about for a while obviously not able to anything. There was some definatly pissed off neighbours though, this one old dude who looked like maybe the party house used to be his old peoples home, just stood at the end of his garden for hours giving evil stares. And the next morning someone drove by and petrol bombed a van that was full of equipment and records! What the heck, someone could so have been in there, luckily its just some melted stuff, but it made the paper and the news which is always exciting.
Sonic was great fun last night, but feel quite rough today. I did get to see my Greek God though, ahh so hot! I much rather call him that than Ben for some reason...
Ah enough reminising, time to crack on. Oh and poor Kyle having breast cancer, actually poor anyone for having breast cancer. Wont be going to Glastonbury which is a big bumhole bummer but what cha gonna do?