Sorry, not posted for a while. Heres whats happened in the past couple of weeks.
Lost my keys, phone and wallet on separate occasions. Someone found my wallet and used it draw over £300 out of my account.
Found out that one of my best mates, and flatmate has moved out without saying why, plus he doesn't talk to any of us anymore.
Tried to be a gentlman by walking a friend to a O'Henrys but then when I got back to Espionage they wouldn't let me back in, decided this gentleman stuff has to go. Espionage is shit anyway, if I didin't have a crush on my friend I would never go.
Being kicked out of university.
Got the flu, but drank my way out of it!
Fell out with my best mate of 17 years for the first time in almost 17 years, we're still not talking.
Sounds like a pretty shit week, its gets worse but so much better.
Got beaten unconscious in the street outside Bex bar by a gang of neds. At least I gave one of them a kicking.
Anyway, I still feel pretty damn happy, in fact, probably the happiest I've been in a long time.
Here's why, a friend of mine who I've had a crush on for about 3 years, Jen, on the night I lost my phone kissed me, then on the night I lost my wallet she kissed me then too.
I really don't know where I stand with her and I don't want to push things because, to be honest, I'm terrified of rejection, but its good, good, gooood!!!
Then me and my flatmate did all the gardening, it was a very nice day, decided to go out to meet Jen and her mate. Just to be a little different me and my mate decided to get dressed up, shirt, tie, cufflinks, we looked good. (note, we wore other stuff than just what we said there). We had a nice meal, a few drinks, met other friends, the night was going amazing. I fell out with Jen a little over something petty but we always do. Then after the clubs had closed we decided we would go to the casino.
I felt quite thirsty so I popped to the petrol station, then got a phonecall from my flatmate, the line went dead so I ran down the road to him where he was with his face dripping in blood.
I ran to get the rst of us and when i got back he was lay on the floor, the bastards had come back and beaten him up worse. My bloodied mate pointed towards a group of lads, I felt rage, saw red and forgot that I'm a skinny soft student and went to demand an explanation. Unluncky move, 10 seconds later I'm punching a ned on the floor, happy that he's on the receiving end of vengeance, 10 seconds after that theres a gang of neds kicking me in the ribs and then I'm told one stamped on my head.
Next thing I know, its hours later and I'm sat in a ward in Forester Hill feeling shit.
I'm told that there was a crowd around me and I was in a state, unable to breath or talk until the ambulance came. I can now remember Jen hugging me on the ground, saying that she was my girlfriend, kissing me, crying, demanding to come in the ambulance.
She waited at the hospital, came back home with me, stayed in my bed with me. We didn't even kiss after that but it felt great, I'm so smitten.
Seems like the past two weeks have been a massive black cloud, but it makes the silver lining just a little more worthwhile.
Anyway, come back in a couple of days and I'll post some pictures of my injuries.
Last Note: Kill all Neds!!!