great...

So its the morning after, the time is 5:40AM and the score stands at.

1 = 100% sober = me+damo
2=tipsy = jono + randall
3=passed out = tanya + paige
4= in hospital = kerry + james

so yeah, seeing as im the only one who seems to be able to accept any sort of repsonsiblity im stuck looking after 3 childish 18 years old and 2 passed out 17 year olds.
brill.

Im fucking suprised at damo, ive had to clean everything up and he hasnt even offered to help.

so kerry drank too much and passed out, badly. so we got an ambulance out, 2 hours later they get here and shes carted off to hospital and james went along with her. so im in my best friends house tidying up all this shit i didnt cause.

randall and paige are awake now, and guess what? theyve asked me where they can go to bed ... fucking wankers.

jono and damo are in the lounge and tanyas asleep on the pool table. i dont know when james is gonna get back, i cant leave until everyone else has or until he gets back. and im thinking hes gonna wanna stay with kerry so ill be walking across kirkby to ebbies. im fine with that. im just majorly pissed that ive had to take all the rubbish out and clean up all the mud and sick.


yeah cause its been raining the paramedics that came walked mud all the way through the house which i have to clean up.

/end of my fucking rant.



i drank, 4 shots of sambuka, 4 vodka red bulls, two large bottles of WKD and 2 cans of budweiser. i didnt even feel tipsy. FFS this was supposed to be a big night for me.. ruined. great...