Last night lots of things happened and i was drunk and it was embarrassing and ~~unclassy~~ and calypso took her top off and was quite horrifyingly insane and gabe is weirdly unaffected by copious amounts of alcohol and where even was becca and everyone was confused except nick.
apparently i had a very extensive moral debate with myself as to whether i was drunk or not, highlighted in one of my goldmine group of texts in which i said 'Hellloooooooo i am drunk!' and, two minutes later, quite randomly decisively, 'im not drunk!'
A couple things this weekend were horrible, except the clifton hill fun last night, and my conversation with Jules about being gay and Sigmund Freud at 11.30 at night on the train. But I might have still been a bit weird then, I'm not sure. Oh, and Victoria Market, possibly due to the Ponchos and Lollipops. So I suppose this weekend was nice, with exceptions. I met two people I've been excited to meet for awhile. They were both cool. As I expected. But being cool isn't that hard, really. Rediscovered the fragility of friendship. Want to sleep forever. People disappointed me, and others reminded me of why I love them more than the whole world. I drank milo in Tullys house after Tim Rogers at 1 in the morning and felt so safe I fell asleep talking. Thats what a good friendship is, I guess. I really love the Tenzin Gang, more than any other gang, actually. And there are many gangs I'm a part of.
At least three.
Sorry, Darcy.
theendineedtosleepforseveralhours.
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