what a weekend.

One day, two girls

holly martinmegan scott

and myself had nothing to do. So they decided to go out.

5 buses took us to Yasmins..

but they weren't very happy there.

several phonecalls

3 packets of crisps

a few vodka shots

and 2 dying phones later....

one more bus,

a tram

a bit of walking....

and we end up at party number two - after I vowed never EVER to go to a Trinity party again.

we end up at one!

the night went pretty much like this..

1. arrived
2. overwhelmed by people's falseness
3. drank a few
4. attempted to help sort a relationship crisis out
5. chatted alot
6. smoked (then lost) a lot of blueberry flavoured tobacco
7. witnessed people having fits at their posetions being stolen
8. watched the house get destroyed
9. helped clean the house
10. had Richard pass out on us
11. witnessed holly turn into Nigella Lawson but then make a green omelette
12. drank miso soup
13. took pictures of people asleep
14. fell asleep on a window sill.

nawwww sleepy megmeg :')

I can assure you.. sleeping on a window sill wasn't our ideal sleeping location.

waking up, missing a bus, waiting and hour and enjoying the blissful yet foul taste of mcdonalds coffee and the smell of their oh so healthy food was actually the highlight of my weekend.


that and seeing a man go to the shops in his boxers.
So. In total

7 buses

1 tram

1 miso soup

1 trip to McDonalds

and a couple pages of 'The Intimate Diary of a London Call Girl' - borrowed off Megan

and meeting the infamous Aiden character..

and I feel like shit.

especially after 2 days of being out on Friday too and seeing someone projectile vomit hahahahah!

KISS MY FAT ASS.