18.

saturday night was the dropsaw and jack napier show at trash, we got there pretty late and i didn't really start drinking until the bands finished.

i have seriously got to be the worst dancer ever, i don't even know what i do because i'm always drunk when it happens. spent a few hours up stairs and then as everyone was leaving i decided to call up the girl i was supposed to be staying with. see and somewhat ignore bort, break my belt and then walk to central where i am informed the train to said girls place doesn't come for like two hours, due to machine errors i got on the newcastle train ticketless and had a little spew in the toilets. it was almost 5am when i boarded, due to low battery i had no idea on the time but when i awoke at gosford it was daylight. trackwork meant i had to catch a bus from gosford to morriset and then back on a train to newcastle. next thing i know i've slept three stops past my own, i'm at the end of the line in newcastle hungover as fuck and it's 8:15am.

as i'm writing this it is 10am, i've been home for just under an hour and i think i'll go to sleep now because i feel like complete and utter shit.

i've got a love-hate relationship, with love and hate.