i'm currently recovering from quite a messy night out, which ended up with me pulling a strop because we all had to leave early. oh dear, the affects of alcohol.
on another note: i've pretty much lost all faith in the opposite sex.
apparently a bottle of lambrini [ew] and half a bottle of wine is enough for laura to pass out in bournemouth and not remember how she got home, and then continue to be sick all day following.
one thing i hate is feeling misplaced from my best friend. i miss the person she used to be. i've found myself not caring when she lets me down now, ive become used to it. is that a good or bad thing? i dont know. eek!
back to uni on monday. and i havent started my coursework. shiit.