Liverpool

Today i cam back from visiting my friend in liverpool. Although we never atually managed to make it outside the campus the entire visit, it was still a really enjoyable time. This friend, I [that might get confusing] was always a very reserved sort of character, he'd come in with the one liners and you'd know he was still concentrating on te conversation, sort of guy. He has made the best bunch of friends i've seen so far. They are boys, I doesn't usually enjoy male company, who sit around playing xbox and getting monged, having the best fucking time of their lives. They are proper cool lads. I'm not being very articulate am i. I think it's all the Happy stuff i've smoked and the fact that it's 5.42 in the morning which has done this to me. It's sucked my creativity right out of my body and pooled in on the floor in coulourful puddles. Which brings me round to the answer as to why i am awake at 5.44 am. People, in my room. Having a kotch. Fucking gays. Not that i mind of course, it's fine. We all have a good time and a laugh, it's just strange it can't be done in the kitchen, the communal area. As my room gets rather messy afterwards. I've had at least four different types of drink spilt on it and i've given up on caring what else is spilt or emptied onto any element of my room. Tonight the ash tray fell on the floor, wouldn't sound that horrific but when you have a bunch of smokers, chain smoking, for 3 hours straight, thats a lot of fag buts. And a shit load of ash which i still have to hover up, but i'll leave that till the morning as i am going to sleep.