Okay, last night was eventful. Workout down the drain, that's for sure.

It was Kim's birthday and she invited us over for a pre-lash and a night out to Newcastle. Was awkward. I don't know why the English's (or caucasians in general) idea of fun is DRINKING DRINKING AND DRINKING. i get bored drinking. or maybe it's the people... ya but anyway, it was lame. but the lousiana shit lorna got was bloody subtly strong and i was hammered by the time we got to newcastle. all i saw in that lousy pub/club that kim's bf's cousins brought us to was the toilet, the bar and the floor (where i very discretely puked on, no one knew hahaha). lorna ushered me out and we got our asses in a cab (FUCK EXPENSIVE) and back to the durham bubble. sadly, i puked on myself in the cab and the driver was like 'if you guys vomit in my cab, it's gonna be 80pounds.' ya, i cringed in my drunken state and very strategically directed incoming vomit on my chest instead... and once we got off the cab, WE RAN FOR THE HOUSE HAHAHA. i only got some stuff on the seat la, it wasn't like really bad or anything but just in case. im so thankful for lorna man. my angmoh best friend.

so the moral of this story is, don't have yogurt and granola before a night out.
nasty stuff.