I want to die, in fact what am I saying I am dyinggggg.
Last night was THE worst night ever. 3 bottles of Frosty Jacks, 4 bottle of babycham and a bottle of Jacques attacked two naive youths who were out for the good times. In their stupidity and excitement of getting drunk, they got tooooooo drunk. BAD BAD TIMES. In which projectile vomiting times on the leeds met steps - hah and then sever unfun hangover club times :(.
Hannah is in Manchester...how I dont even know! The rest of us are smooching about in the pyjamias (lies me and ellie are dressed) and have done laundering ANDDD hoovering using the most powerful hoover ever created by mannnn!
Plans for tonight, me and louise hit the cinema, if I can make it :( aaaa anddd I am going to start writing my CV for my careers for chemists module (fuck dat shit).
Love you men and I am initiating a ban on frosty jacks in this flat.
Post: Michaela
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