Lights Out.

So i'm sitting here in my pyjamas when i should be getting ready to meet my friend. Damn internet, enticing me in and sucking out my soul. As I hit refresh multiple times on the facebook with boredom and listening to Daft Punk, the only thing drifting in my mind is....FRIDAY NIGHT BABY!!!

Thats right, after four months of living in what I enjoy calling 'The Black Hole of Kent,' I'm leaving to go back to Kingston for Uni. Am I sad? Fuck no. Well, yes I am sad in the respect I wont get to see my new found friends as much, but Ashford really is the armpit of society.

It's a general fact that every kid hates their hometown for one reason or another but Ashford truely is Purgatory. Nothing happens, nothing evolves and I find people are still stuck in their monotonous gloom and continue to moan.

People (and not my friends...of course,) are boring and unsociable. They wander aimlessly through the high street like labotomised chimps with a mentality slightly rivalling a newly formed zombie. Buggies everywhere pushed by twelve year old girls, ugly (and i do mean ugly) blokes pissed up wanting a fight. But the main thing I have found is that no one cares, about anything!

After two years at Uni I thought I would have progressed past social bitchiness and neurotic behaviour but I find myself getting sucked back in. The pub is still the same. The pub I do love for bad or worse (yes we are married, last year in fact. Small affair.) I have been in love with that place for about 6 years and I would say it's getting serious. The only difference is that the customers are resembling nothing short of sperm and eggs. God I feel old even if I do myself only look 17.

Time for me to hoist up the main sails and bring the anchor in and set sail back to good ol' London I think before I become a mess again.

BUT....the point being (if I have one,) is that this Friday, I am saying goodbye and leaving for a short while.

I am meeting the girls in Utopia for pre-drinks and to actually have a non-testosterone filled couple of hours with them. There will be drinks and plenty of them. There will be delicious legs and boobs when everyone turns out in their finest silverware and general merriment. i think that will probably the boys though.

Then once we have drunk enough to put a small elephant out for the count, we will be strolling to the regular haunt to sit outside, smoking and drinking more with the boys.

I'm excited to get everyone together for merriment because it is a bit of a rare occasion. But more than anything, I get to spend non hard earned cash on a fucking good time and then I get to leave to do it every day at Uni for the next 3 months.

If my head isnt hurting on Sat then I didnt do it right.

Through all my pissing and moaning, my life is fucking great!
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