URGH.

It was disgusting. It was scarring. My night -with- Leanne.

Ok, so she asked me if I would accompany her to this 'party', in a place called Thurnscoe, and I agreed, assuming she knew the people, and they were around the same age as us and it was a proper party. So we went half an hour on the train (luckily, I did it for free), and Leanne walks past this guy at the train station, and he says "Where are you going?" and it turns out, this is the guy but Leanne just had no idea what he looked like, cos last time she 'met' him, she was drunk.

And this guy is twenty one.

And this thing is not a 'party'.

It's me, Leanne, this guy (who buy the way, is a total wanker) and his eighteen year old Australian cousin (who wasn't a total wanker, and was quite funny). After a couple of hours, Leanne and this guy go upstairs, and just leave us. Thanks. TWO more people come round and are all very nice to me.

Then comes the awful part.

We all know Leanne did not go upstairs with this guy to play with his lego blocks. We just chose to ignore the fact that they barely knew each other and tried to make pleasant conversation.

But- oh, dear GOD! Oh, it was horrible!

WE COULD HEAR THEM.

Yes, that is right. I could hear one of my best friends...doing it with a guy five years older than her. Oh. Em. Gee.

Anyway, the two people that came round eventually left and at five o'clock I told Brent (aussie cousin) that he could go to bed- I could tell he wanted to, and I didn't want to think he had to babysit me.
Anyway, Leanne and I were supposed to catch the quarter past six train, cos she was working. This meant we had to leave at about quarter to six.
Half five came and went...as did six.
So we missed that train.
Then we missed the seven-twenty train.
I could have gone and got her, but I didn't want to 'interrupt' anything. I decided I'd leave at eight, whether or not she was with me. I fell asleep for about ten minutes on my arm and woke up with marks across my forehead.
Eight o'clock came around. So I just left. Without a word.
Well, I was angry.
I felt ok after that though, because I bought myself a gingerbread man and a ribena. I was also proud for walking out- like a trooper.
LONG LIVE THE YASAMIN! XD

It Parissa's birthday today. She's eighteen.

(if there's bad spelling in this- I'm in a rush)