Regret is
Not remembering what my friend Jaz said about how amazing I am before I told her I was going to put that on the blog.
Notes from last night (MFMTY):
I say “fucking” a lot while intoxicated. Favorite related phrase: “This story is fucking heartbreaking”
One of my friends is incredibly handsy. Incredibly handsy.
I told all of my friends that what I liked most about our group was that we were all excellent people, but I don’t think they took me seriously, as I was talking rather loudly.
I took exactly one photo from last night, but it’s the most intelligent and beautiful photo I’ve ever met… I mean seen. This is not a metaphor.
Scott refuses to say “Metaphorwhat?” when I say “Metaphor” because he’s waiting for a good time to say it.
Beth’s sister likes Modest Mouse and is quite musically talented.
Chris introduced Beth’s sister to Megadeth (we played Hangar 18 on Guitar Hero). She did not like it.
Chris and I did not get to unleash our Kung Fu Robot dance moves in a disappointing twist.
Ella’s new hair tone is vivid.
Ben has accidentally smoked weed.
I am kickass at limbo, but not quite as good as Jaz, who not only won the limbo contest but also the dance-off.
I’m impervious to hangovers.
I told everyone the real reason why I moved schools, a story I had previously claimed not to know. It was fucking heartbreaking.
Luke broke Calum’s guitar. Nice one.
Chris doesn’t want to trade jeans because mine are too light.
A lot of people went home without saying goodbye, so I was confused when I noticed so few people present at 4am.
I can drink an entire bottle of vodka and wake up still drunk the next morning.
