Its not funny anymore I want to be back in Leeds with the homies.
Due to none of you being online on facebook chat, I resorted to looking through photos on facebook which were of St Patricks Day, the Jam/subculture day and crunch club. I nearly cried my eyes out. I had the spazzy tear that falls down your cheek so slowly, like in the films where its balancing on your eyelid (but the bottom bit, but i didnt know what it was called).
And thennnn the pissing Wharfeldale played the "Slipping through my fingers" song off Mamma Mia. I was a gonnerrr. Ellen was confused. I was whinging about the fact work wouldnt let me have today off work for the party I had waited all holiday for. That I was looking at pictures of my friends in Leeds and how these will be the last few weeks we will be the flat. That I hadn't seen any of my home friends due to illness. In which Ellen did the usual "dont be silly, it will be fine, you will still all see each other and you would only waste money on a night out in grantham, save it for leeds" achh her words of wisdom.
And now I feel much better (in case you wondered) but thought you should all know of my 20mins of bizarre trauma ahah!
Men, In 6days I will be back in the hometown and I cant wait to see you all.
I miss you alot alot alot.
By the way. We are having a celebratory Otley Run to commemorate end of exams. Me and Hannah finish on the 3rd June? So we need to think theme and when. Yo.
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