MOPE.

it's my birthday weekend and i had a nice plan with my friends from london.
they were coming down today to come and stay in cornwall with me until my birthday. we were going to party in fields, walk dogs, go to car boots, to the fun park and have generally sleazy newquay nights. camping in the garden to add that little bit more of a holiday feel.

they missed the bus to cornwall. i don't know if anybody is to blame, but i guess going out the night before didn't help. i asked them not to get wrecked so they'd make it in time and be here for my birthday.

this comes after my not-so-nice one night stay in london on wednesday.
i had a lovely time with the guys from 241, we unpacked all my bags and looked through all the stuff that i accumulated over the time i was there. it was nice, we all got on really nice.

then i said goodbye to them and went to see the other guys, i was really excited to see oscar and the emily's and oliver etc. we got there and horse tranquilizers were induced. meaning none of us even really spoke to each other, i stopped taking it. but some carried on to the point where they weren't really human. so i went to bed disheartened. expecting emily to wake me up, but i had to leave before she got home and oscar wasn't even in the house when i left. so i was sad anyway.

got home and been told that people at 241 are pissed off with my because i referred to the house at 'that house' and badmouthed the people in it. as if i were on a high horse looking down on them because they were all laying around taking drugs.

i was merely expressing that that is not my life anymore and i'm happy with myself for what i've done in cornwall.

add to that, i can't listen to my music because my speakers were left at a strangers house, and i'm in absolute agony thanks to my dad and the gym, and the weather makes things that little more gloomy.

true friend meg is taking me bowling on monday, my birthday, and i will own new kickers. so that should add a smile.