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Yeah, so, I'm going to tell the story of yesterday in a "blow by blow" factual style:
Go to school and glue things, am nervous about handing in folio.
Pluck up courage to hand in portfolio
Have some lunch
Get on bus with portfolio
Sit with old lady. Old lady smells funny.
Get off bus.
Realise the wrong applicant number is on my folio.
Phone brother.
No signal.
Move
Phone brother again
Brother reads out right applicant number.
Go to shop to try and find stickers to fix the folio.
Cry in shop.
Cant find stickers.
Get stickers off Joanie.
Hand in Portfolio.
Decide that I am too emotinal go to for pint just yet.
Go to cafe and order a cup of coffee (because that will calm me down)
Sit staring out at succihall street crying.
Calm down.
David jack comes and eats a doughnut.
We go to pub.
We have a magners.
We have another magners.
David jack goes to get his books from library.
I sit on my own and make notes on what i would like my next art project to be.
OLD LOOSE TOOTH WALKS IN. YES. THATS RIGHT. THAT OLD MAN I ALMOST SHAGGED ONCE, JUST WHO I HAD WANTED TO MEET.
have a wee chat with old loose tooth.
David jack comes back and laughs at me.
Old loose tooth leaves.
Oonagh joins us.
Oonagh buys pints.
We have a nice time.
I am very drunk.
I go to the toilet.
A woman gives me soap.
I tell her I am an employee at Waterstones.
She belives me.
I am confused as to why I have been given soap.
The soap smells nice.
Me and Oonagh have a leisurley stroll to the bus.
I get off the bus.
I meet Carla Jack and tell her her brother spent the whole day getting me drunk and calming me down.
I go home.
I cry.
I eat curry.
I watch the oc.
I go to sleep.
See, HILLARIOUS.
I have a new sketchbook. it is square. We get on well. I am thinking about doing a project about how much fun me and my friends have when drunk.