My Sweet God…
The Brits love to drink. I had a little bit, but as a not big drinker in general, that did NOT go over well. My friends are DETERMINED to make me an alcoholic—god help me. I love them to death though—particularly Beth who is an absolute sweetheart in every way. She clung to me the whole night and made sure I never was separated.
I’m dead on my feet…Refreshers week is coming up and I don’t think I’ll survive it! Literally every day of the week they go out to celebrate being back at college. I really think it’ll kill me.
So now I’m about to die, but I wanna eat something because I feel like crap, and I know it’s not the minuscule bit of alcohol I drank because it’s been hours. I think it’s the cigarette smoke.
AND MY GOD THEY SMOKE. Holy hell lots of holding my breath. Alright…I’m about to fall onto my face so I’m gonna go.
Night all!
MP
(Source: ajourneyofselfdiscovery)
