God Thinks I'm Abel

So this is what being 19 is all about.... booze bad music and hunger pangs. I loved my birthday this year because it was the strangest birthday I have ever had. I somehow managed to find a wormhole or something as it felt I lived two days in one.

The day before, I brought a bottle of white as a peace gesture to J as I stepped into his lush apartment in Soho. It was pouring out and I had the misfortune of getting drenched (this always happens when I haven't brought my umbrella out). What intended to be a trip to the movies turned out to be a 12 hour session of just talking over wine and a suspicious bottle of spanish punch. I kid you not, we just sat there and talked. Both of us are amazed we actually managed to pull that off. 12 hours later, I dragged my heavy body out his door into the soft blue light of dawn and back to my hall.

5 hours later I had woken from my nap and was planning to sit in my room and wait for my thoughts to reorganise themselves in my head. Kira popped by however and was such a darling bringing me a bouqet of flowers. z was determined to get me out of my reclusive state and was,unfortunately ,successful. I suffered a trip to vodka island where heavy heaving bodies (the occasional rotund jiggling one included),boogied and gyrated to cheesie oldies including Sclub7. I refrained from doing anything.I just sat there totally detached and displeased.

At 2 I ran over to Name's place where he microwaved some random foods for me.But I loved him and left him. After wolfing down the food I took a cab back to the halls where I crashed and died for all eternity and missed a lecture the next day.

The first part of my birthday was perfect. It was at 12.16 I realised I was 19 mid sentence. I had so much fun. Thank you all. Love you all. Peace out,I'm a big girl. xxxoOx