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Hayfever is the most overrated thing in the entire world.
So yesterday we went up to the downs for Aislinn's picnic and that was pretty cool - although it turned out Liz had told her parents that she was going to revise critical thinking with me and Aislinn at Aislinn's so 'I've got the sun screen' was probably the single most disasterously stupid thing I could have said upon entering her house. 'Yes,' came her reply. 'Yes. For the critical... thinking... picnic.' Arse.
Anyway, THEN we went to Lidl to buy hilarious foreign food and Liz realised she'd forgotten her insulin so she went back to her house while I paid for the stuff... and realised I'd left my student card at home and thus had no ID, which meant that when asked for it I had to fudge. But it was alright in the end. Then it turned out you have to BUY the flaming carrier bags and so I was in a bit of an awkward position in that I couldn't really leave the shopping to go around and get one but on the other hand I couldn't carry all the hilarious foreign food/cheap cider with me. I was just pondering this when a man appeared and said 'have this one'. So that solved that.
Turns out the downs, via Liz's house, is a very long way. Who knew? We got there slightly the worse for wear and lit the barbecue and as usual we'd all brought far too much food and... anyway, I got tipsy really quickly, which sounds pretty bad but it wasn't intentional. Unfortunately I carried on drinking which meant my barbecuing skills weren't up to much even though Jess kept telling me they were, probably to make up for last year when I'd doubted hers, although then she massacred the sausages and I did a far better job of the next lot, so there. And then I played catch with Will and we ended up really exhausted and blah and Lewis and Matt climbed a tree... and I carried on drinking and told lots of people I loved them and then on the way back Steff kept trying to make me drink Lambrini and I kept refusing.
I basically feel like a total idiot for missing my leavers' night because I was too upset to face it. Which was its own punishment. But... y'know... I've spent a year going on about how disconnected from Redcliffe I feel and how ready to go I am and... then when it came to the crunch I wasn't ready at all. Everyone was going on about how it was 'the end' and 'the last time we'll ever go out together' and I basically thought, fuck this, I'm not ready to go there yet. So, maturely, I told everyone I was tired or had to do lots of revision or something lame and left after only a couple of hours. I mean, we went for a few drinks when we actually left the school building, just with Liz and Cat, then we ran into loads of people at the Berkeley and Johnny was really disarmingly sweet and even Olly was being nice and Ed was all like 'let's have a maths piss-up' and... I dunno, suddenly I felt really at home. Like I'd finally figured out where I belonged, and now I was being told I had to go. I'll get over it, I mean... there's Dani's birthday, and basically everyone'll come to that. But Friday night... everyone was being really fatalistic and it was just too much. I couldn't face up to it. Which makes me sound like a tosser. Maybe I am.
I heard Get Cape Wear Cape Fly on 6 Music the other day and was really surprised although they're probably not that small time now that I think about it.
We've been approached by three engineers who want to work with us so we need to get this damn demo EP finished. Arrrgh.
I miss you. All.
So yesterday we went up to the downs for Aislinn's picnic and that was pretty cool - although it turned out Liz had told her parents that she was going to revise critical thinking with me and Aislinn at Aislinn's so 'I've got the sun screen' was probably the single most disasterously stupid thing I could have said upon entering her house. 'Yes,' came her reply. 'Yes. For the critical... thinking... picnic.' Arse.
Anyway, THEN we went to Lidl to buy hilarious foreign food and Liz realised she'd forgotten her insulin so she went back to her house while I paid for the stuff... and realised I'd left my student card at home and thus had no ID, which meant that when asked for it I had to fudge. But it was alright in the end. Then it turned out you have to BUY the flaming carrier bags and so I was in a bit of an awkward position in that I couldn't really leave the shopping to go around and get one but on the other hand I couldn't carry all the hilarious foreign food/cheap cider with me. I was just pondering this when a man appeared and said 'have this one'. So that solved that.
Turns out the downs, via Liz's house, is a very long way. Who knew? We got there slightly the worse for wear and lit the barbecue and as usual we'd all brought far too much food and... anyway, I got tipsy really quickly, which sounds pretty bad but it wasn't intentional. Unfortunately I carried on drinking which meant my barbecuing skills weren't up to much even though Jess kept telling me they were, probably to make up for last year when I'd doubted hers, although then she massacred the sausages and I did a far better job of the next lot, so there. And then I played catch with Will and we ended up really exhausted and blah and Lewis and Matt climbed a tree... and I carried on drinking and told lots of people I loved them and then on the way back Steff kept trying to make me drink Lambrini and I kept refusing.
I basically feel like a total idiot for missing my leavers' night because I was too upset to face it. Which was its own punishment. But... y'know... I've spent a year going on about how disconnected from Redcliffe I feel and how ready to go I am and... then when it came to the crunch I wasn't ready at all. Everyone was going on about how it was 'the end' and 'the last time we'll ever go out together' and I basically thought, fuck this, I'm not ready to go there yet. So, maturely, I told everyone I was tired or had to do lots of revision or something lame and left after only a couple of hours. I mean, we went for a few drinks when we actually left the school building, just with Liz and Cat, then we ran into loads of people at the Berkeley and Johnny was really disarmingly sweet and even Olly was being nice and Ed was all like 'let's have a maths piss-up' and... I dunno, suddenly I felt really at home. Like I'd finally figured out where I belonged, and now I was being told I had to go. I'll get over it, I mean... there's Dani's birthday, and basically everyone'll come to that. But Friday night... everyone was being really fatalistic and it was just too much. I couldn't face up to it. Which makes me sound like a tosser. Maybe I am.
I heard Get Cape Wear Cape Fly on 6 Music the other day and was really surprised although they're probably not that small time now that I think about it.
We've been approached by three engineers who want to work with us so we need to get this damn demo EP finished. Arrrgh.
I miss you. All.