Even though I really had the time of my life when I was in London, I really missed hanging out with my friends. I missed all of them. We hung out together after one, or even two, weeks and we had so much fun. Some of them came a bit later, and there were some alcoholic beverages, but I told myself not to drink (I did it anyway, but I didn't get drunk or even tipsy, so that's a good thing).
Two really good things happened yesterday as well. Two of my best friends have been into a fight since the beginning of December, last year, and they finally made up with each other.
And my best friend and another really good friend of mine kissed each other. Two boys, kissed, each other. That was like the highlight of the whole evening.
I can remember that I actually wanted to get tipsy (most of my friends were as well, so I wanted that as well) and that I drunk an amount of alcohol and started jogging around the neighbourhood with a good friend of mine.
Oh, and we were being followed by the police as well. In the beginning of the evening, some guys bought some bottles of alcoholic drinks and everyone tasted a bit of it. Apparently some strangers saw us with the bottles and called the police. By the time they arrived at the 'crime scene' some of us (including me) had left to get some snacks from the grocery store, a couple of streets away. In that time, a police officer undercover had come to see us, but I think that the person who called said that we were with seven people, and because four of us had left, they didn't know our friend had the opened bottles of alcohol.
As soon as we came back and heard the story, we split up into three groups and cycled our way to a safe place to drink. We've been there all night. Until someone left and went home. A couples of minutes after he had left, he called me, telling me that the cops were on their way to us. I thanked him and told the rest to move away quickly. And we did. We still had fun somewhere else, and I remember that lots of kisses where given and received by, let's say, everyone. Around 12 o' clock, I cycled home with two of my friends.
I had a wonderful night and I was glad to see my friends again. I missed them. I love them so much.
Anyway, I'm going to hit the sack now. School tomorrow and I am NOT looking forward to go to that horrific building again.
Good night!
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Sunday, 13 May 2012
Sunday, 29 April 2012
Written by one who is desperate for some sleep right now.
After a period of feeling like shit and hating life for like two months, I finally feel like things in life are getting better and better. Things changed, people changed, and I changed as well. I used to live in my own tiny world, where I had some of my friends and my family, and everything was fine (as 'fine' as my life has been for the past two years; with ups and downs).
A problem is, that I really don't like big changes in my life. I liked my life the way it was, and it didn't need anything different. But of course, I was enjoying living too much, for too long, and since my ex boyfriend broke up with me, that is where this roller coaster of emotions began.
First I thought that my ex really didn't want to have any kind of social interaction with me. And that pretty sucked, because you know, he means very much to me, and if someone just like stops talking to you, it's obvious that you feel like shit. But I'm happy that this is no longer applicable. We're fine together/not together now, and I totally can live my life again as happy as I used to be.
Last weekend was really exhausting. Awesome, but exhausting. After not sleeping for a whole night, I felt sick the whole day. All I wanted was simply to got to sleep. But I wasn't just able to go to bed and sleep for the entire day.
And this weekend was even better! I went to my friends house to hang out with him and a few other people. When I got there, people were playing Mortal Kombat on a Xbox so it all started well. I had lots of laughs with lots of friends and also consumed a big amount of alcohol. I can't really remember the exact moment that I went from completely sober into tipsy, and I absolutely don't remember drinking so much alcohol to actually get drunk. But it happened. And I had fun, so much fun.
First, I was chilling inside, watching other people gaming on the Xbox. As soon as I noticed that two of my friends I love to hang out with were chilling outside, I went outside as well. Later that evening, me and these two friends went to some snack bar to buy some fries, and I remember having so much fun. We were laughing all the time, we met a classmate, and got a shot of vodka for free.
As soon as we got back, I don't know how much later, another friend of me was sitting in the garden and threw up everything he ate that night, right in the middle of the garden. I just knew that this was going to happen, because for him, it always ends like this. I also heard that he had been fighting with his friend and that they were throwing beer at each other. At some point, he was laying on the ground next to the couch, like he passed out. I didn't bother to do anything to kind of 'solve' his problem.
There was one friend, that I have absolutely the maximum amount of respect for, who took care of the problems. He cleaned up the vomit in the garden, brought the puking kid home, and eventually also took care of me, and cycled all the way home with me as well. I really have to say thanks to him, because I don't know what would have happened if he didn't do all these things.
I am actually very embarrassed with how I acted that night, but I really enjoyed everything. I got home at like half past one, after we dropped my friend of at her house. And I managed to hold a rather serious conversation for one hour, I think. It was amazing. She's amazing and she knows it.
A problem is, that I really don't like big changes in my life. I liked my life the way it was, and it didn't need anything different. But of course, I was enjoying living too much, for too long, and since my ex boyfriend broke up with me, that is where this roller coaster of emotions began.
First I thought that my ex really didn't want to have any kind of social interaction with me. And that pretty sucked, because you know, he means very much to me, and if someone just like stops talking to you, it's obvious that you feel like shit. But I'm happy that this is no longer applicable. We're fine together/not together now, and I totally can live my life again as happy as I used to be.
Last weekend was really exhausting. Awesome, but exhausting. After not sleeping for a whole night, I felt sick the whole day. All I wanted was simply to got to sleep. But I wasn't just able to go to bed and sleep for the entire day.
And this weekend was even better! I went to my friends house to hang out with him and a few other people. When I got there, people were playing Mortal Kombat on a Xbox so it all started well. I had lots of laughs with lots of friends and also consumed a big amount of alcohol. I can't really remember the exact moment that I went from completely sober into tipsy, and I absolutely don't remember drinking so much alcohol to actually get drunk. But it happened. And I had fun, so much fun.
First, I was chilling inside, watching other people gaming on the Xbox. As soon as I noticed that two of my friends I love to hang out with were chilling outside, I went outside as well. Later that evening, me and these two friends went to some snack bar to buy some fries, and I remember having so much fun. We were laughing all the time, we met a classmate, and got a shot of vodka for free.
As soon as we got back, I don't know how much later, another friend of me was sitting in the garden and threw up everything he ate that night, right in the middle of the garden. I just knew that this was going to happen, because for him, it always ends like this. I also heard that he had been fighting with his friend and that they were throwing beer at each other. At some point, he was laying on the ground next to the couch, like he passed out. I didn't bother to do anything to kind of 'solve' his problem.
There was one friend, that I have absolutely the maximum amount of respect for, who took care of the problems. He cleaned up the vomit in the garden, brought the puking kid home, and eventually also took care of me, and cycled all the way home with me as well. I really have to say thanks to him, because I don't know what would have happened if he didn't do all these things.
I am actually very embarrassed with how I acted that night, but I really enjoyed everything. I got home at like half past one, after we dropped my friend of at her house. And I managed to hold a rather serious conversation for one hour, I think. It was amazing. She's amazing and she knows it.
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Last Friday night!
So I really have to tell you about last Friday night. It was so awesome! There was a party going on at my friends house and it was really the best party I've ever been to! It was great. It started at half past nine, but I was a bit earlier.
When I arrived, there was already a bunch of people. There were people in the kitchen, sitting on the couch and also people chilling in the garden. There turned out to be a tiny garden fire place, which was lovely. It made it really pleasant to chill in the garden, and that was needed, since there were so many people, and not everybody coud fit inside the house.
But that is where the first thing went wrong. The fireplace was way too hot and way too close to the wooden fence and that kind of set the fence on fire. The fence was glowing from the heat. But some people extinquished the 'fire' immediately.
Later, people started to get a bit tipsy, and I got tipsy as well. But that was my plan. I wanted to get a bit drunk and just have fun. Not to care about any thing that could happen. I think that I deserved a weekend full of fun after a period of stress and feeling like shit. I can remember that I sat on a couch with one of my friends and that was the point that I had drunk enough to enjoy everything. So many funny things were said and done from that moment on. I remember my friend saying shit about his sister moving house, and I was listening music with someone else.
Later I went outside and I saw that a few girls were laying on the grass field that is right behind the house. They bought some fries from the snack bar that is near to the house. And oh my god, I remember just now: I kissed a lot of my friends. Just a kiss on the mouth though. Just like friend (girls) do sometimes. I just kept on drinking. I just couldn't care less about everything.
Later I went back inside. To get some new drinks I guess. Matthew, a really good friend of mine, who actually is my kind of flirt friend, went with me back in. Then we stood together in the kitchen. We were hugging and hanging with each other From that moment. And we almost kissed. Almost! And I actually think right now, why not? I could have just kissed him, but I didn't because I promises my ex not to kiss him.
But oh well, I just know that will happen one day. Whenever it will be.
Later that night, some people sneaked upstairs, and I saw them and I wanted to go with them, but someone told me not to, I can't remember who. I didn't know what they were going to do, so I just waited, like I was told to. A couple of minutes later, they came back downstairs and went outside, and I came with them. And there I saw it, they bought weed. But one of my friends got a "bad trip" and we all had to leave the house, and then some other friends who smoked it as well, also got a bad trip and they all just sat in the room, and the rest went outside. I remember that one of my friends gave me milk, we had to drink milk. But I didn't, because I don't like milk.
But yeah, because the other people kind of took the whole living room, we had to sleep in the rest of the house. There was no space left for me, and all the beds where taken. So I sat down on the staircase and talked to a friend. After a while I kind of passed out on there, and woke up as soon as one of my friends entered the hall. We fell asleep with two others in the hall at like 6.30 AM and woke up twenty minutes later.
That was all the sleep I got that night. In the morning we were all just pretty much dead. We just sat in chairs and watched TV. No one said anything during the episode. I left at like 11 'o clock like nothing happened. I felt sick an too tired the whole day after. But I didn't have a hangover.
It was all so worth it. I actually want to do it all over again! It was great! Really great!
When I arrived, there was already a bunch of people. There were people in the kitchen, sitting on the couch and also people chilling in the garden. There turned out to be a tiny garden fire place, which was lovely. It made it really pleasant to chill in the garden, and that was needed, since there were so many people, and not everybody coud fit inside the house.
But that is where the first thing went wrong. The fireplace was way too hot and way too close to the wooden fence and that kind of set the fence on fire. The fence was glowing from the heat. But some people extinquished the 'fire' immediately.
Later, people started to get a bit tipsy, and I got tipsy as well. But that was my plan. I wanted to get a bit drunk and just have fun. Not to care about any thing that could happen. I think that I deserved a weekend full of fun after a period of stress and feeling like shit. I can remember that I sat on a couch with one of my friends and that was the point that I had drunk enough to enjoy everything. So many funny things were said and done from that moment on. I remember my friend saying shit about his sister moving house, and I was listening music with someone else.
Later I went outside and I saw that a few girls were laying on the grass field that is right behind the house. They bought some fries from the snack bar that is near to the house. And oh my god, I remember just now: I kissed a lot of my friends. Just a kiss on the mouth though. Just like friend (girls) do sometimes. I just kept on drinking. I just couldn't care less about everything.
Later I went back inside. To get some new drinks I guess. Matthew, a really good friend of mine, who actually is my kind of flirt friend, went with me back in. Then we stood together in the kitchen. We were hugging and hanging with each other From that moment. And we almost kissed. Almost! And I actually think right now, why not? I could have just kissed him, but I didn't because I promises my ex not to kiss him.
But oh well, I just know that will happen one day. Whenever it will be.
Later that night, some people sneaked upstairs, and I saw them and I wanted to go with them, but someone told me not to, I can't remember who. I didn't know what they were going to do, so I just waited, like I was told to. A couple of minutes later, they came back downstairs and went outside, and I came with them. And there I saw it, they bought weed. But one of my friends got a "bad trip" and we all had to leave the house, and then some other friends who smoked it as well, also got a bad trip and they all just sat in the room, and the rest went outside. I remember that one of my friends gave me milk, we had to drink milk. But I didn't, because I don't like milk.
But yeah, because the other people kind of took the whole living room, we had to sleep in the rest of the house. There was no space left for me, and all the beds where taken. So I sat down on the staircase and talked to a friend. After a while I kind of passed out on there, and woke up as soon as one of my friends entered the hall. We fell asleep with two others in the hall at like 6.30 AM and woke up twenty minutes later.
That was all the sleep I got that night. In the morning we were all just pretty much dead. We just sat in chairs and watched TV. No one said anything during the episode. I left at like 11 'o clock like nothing happened. I felt sick an too tired the whole day after. But I didn't have a hangover.
It was all so worth it. I actually want to do it all over again! It was great! Really great!
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