finally went into Town on Saturday night, like all the cool kids do. it was pretty shit, to be honest, i don’t know what all the fuss is. according to a good friend i spent most of the night with, it was just an abnormally bad and quiet night. i have a skill for turning up on abnormally bad nights.

i’m planning on going again, but this time

- i’m either not going to drink, or i’m going to get drunk. it won’t work if i don’t drink the right amount.
- i’m going to wear clothes i’m comfortable with, rather than the skirt i hate with heels.
- i’m going to relax into it and be myself
- i’m definitely not going to end up in any shit. somehow managed to end up with two random girls i’ve never met in my life starting on me. it was scary, to be honest, and i have no idea what happened- i thought they were going to hit me or something.

worth doing? probably. enjoyable? not particularly. but hey. remember kids, “it’s what you make it”.
[whoever said that can fuck right off.]