This weekend is one of the reason's why i think school is worthwhile, for the two days full of absolute fun. It makes me so thankful that i'm only sixteen, and have nothing to care about at the end of the day. Think life's tough now, wait til you have a job, tax, a home to run and children to look after.....fuck that!
Friday. Took literally an hour to walk to the lakes, i'm not even sure how we managed it? I came with no alcohol, but left with a can. Two of my closest friends came, and that makes me happy. The walk home consisted of taking the piss out of a deaf person and a foreigner. Someone almost set their foot on fire, the same person did set their cardigan alight. I found my lighter, even though it's going into the memory box, it still made my night. 'we put all these white people on to a plane.....and blow them all up!'. Seeing someone fall headfirst into the mud. Skanking down the lakes, i don't know what it is, but those waters release the diva in me! Seeing an old friend, even though seeing him is twinged with sadness; so i wear his jumper every moment i can. Stupid, i know.
Saturday. I spent a few hours in my kitchen avec Tilly, making a cake and dancing to capital gold, and then realising what losers we are for knowing all the words, and then decided we didn't care anyway. I spent the day with someone with someone who really confuses me, whenever i think about you, it's like a big fat question mark just goes up in front of me? You were the definition of a prick, now i don't know what you are? I could spend all day with you, trying your hardest to explain the matrix to me, pulling me in for the hugs i said i liked, licking my cheek, eating my chocolate spread out of the jar, tickling me out of the corner, pushing down my phone after i've written a long text, taking butterz pictures of me because you think it's funny, running down the road to try and get to the two drains first, actually meeting my friends! You promised me you will be better this time and that you won't hurt me. There's still something that is stopping me from trusting you, i don't know what it is, though i'm not sure it matters. I like you.
Where i ended up however, was the last place i thought i'd be, but it was different, it was nice, it felt like the calm after a storm. Obviously there will always be a soft spot, but i think it's all going to be okay now.
Felix's was ultra amusing, as felix's always is, the cakes, the beer, the summer house, the irish dancing, the guitar sing song and the pot banging. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Sunday. Dom+Dan+Sarah+early hours of the morning = amazing conversation. We have now decided how the world will end, and made some cracking jokes on the way. I walked into town with someone that i never thought i would be able to have a decent chat with, but it turns out we can. It's nice. And now, i'm sitting on my bed, already have my pyjamas on, have a cup of tea, and a plate of smiley faces. This is exactly what Sunday's are made for. I love life right now. I don't want to think about everything that's coming up in the next year, i'm just going to enjoy this moment of calm.
Though tbh, i doubt any of you wanted to know what i did this weekend. But you know now anyway; enjoy.
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