Well it's another holiday that has gone to waste with the help of a well known substance known as alcohol and its always ever pleasant reminder... the hangover. Three weeks spent in an almost comotosed state telling myself that D.U.I is actually illegal and i really shouldn't do it. After my third trip to the local supermarket in one day i decided maybe i did have enough.... why is it that if you can't remember something that has happened during these states it's often because it is something that you will obviously either be slapped by a girl or beaten up by their boyfriends for ireckon, don't you? Not that i do that a lot.
Any way slightly off on a tangent there, I'm heading back off to Manchester tomorrow to go back into my lovely little house to get even more drunk as i've already failed my course so I'm now only there for the money (rather selfish of me).
Either way the grass will still grow and the wind will still blow, as much as my current hair style, and the world will always think of this as another rant on another day at another time that i'd rather have been at the pub.
