Surviving the Rapture, Goodbyes and Partying.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Well the world was supposed to end yesterday. Oops, guess that was wrong. A teenie, tiny little part of me wishes that it had happened, and I know that sounds ridiculously bleak, but then I wouldn't have had to deal with the sore skin under my eyes that comes with me bawling my eyes out from pretty much the moment I woke up this morning.
While I'm trying to write this, I have my mum telling me about this film that she's going to watch, and it's kind of distracting. So I'm here for summer now, and I didn't really get the chance to say goodbye to everyone. In a way, I'm kind of glad because I'm very emotionally unstable now. Anyway, we've covered surviving the rapture, so I guess we should move on.
The last couple of days have been very, very draining. I hosted my last club on Friday, and it was a bitter sweet occasion. No one was really watching the anime, but I did play a few games of Magic The Gathering with Megan and then a couple of three-ways with Iain and Andy. I actually managed to win with Megan's green deck against her red deck, and completely owned Iain with the same red deck. I think I'm picking up Magic rather quickly.
After club I had my tearful goodbyes. There are a lot of people that I won't see over summer, and a couple that I'll probably never see again. It was nice when I had a group hug with Lee, Chris and Jon and Lee said "I never noticed how small you are." Always appreciated.
Then, I started packing, and Iain helped me fix the boxes up a little bit, but then had to leave, I got freaked out beyond belief and ended up going back to theirs to stay again. I've had this problem for the last few days about sleeping by myself, and Iain's had to stay in the spare room with me. I've pretty much had this problem since A&E last Monday, but whatever.
The day after, we had a morning of playing Magic on the Xbox, and I'd curled up into a ball because I'd pulled a muscle in my stomach and Qumar came over to play Magic and sort out his cards and stuff. Me and Iain had to go and do the massive portion of my packing that was left, but it wasn't all too bad really. We'd finished by seven, stopped off at Asda to buy 3 bottles of Echo Falls Wine, Pringles in stupid flavours and a small packet of Haribo. Then it was back to the house for the last night.
Qumar had bought me a present of a Peppa Pig plate and bowl with copious amounts of Pandas on them, and spicy Doritos. We had a game of 4 way Magic, and then started on the gaming. In the last few days I've had so many unfinished games of Left 4 Dead 2 with Iain and Qumar.
After we had as much alcohol as we could handle, we started playing on Rock Band. We wanted Bohemian Rhapsody to be our last song, but because we were so bad at it, we decided to do Don't Stop Believing by Journey before Iain was sick and we went to bed.
Although this was some point after a massive rain storm started, so I stood outside for a minute, while Iain refused to come outside and then decided after I was soaking to give him a huge hug. He didn't appreciate it too much. And this was also after me and Iain managed to spill rum and Dr. Pepper up the wall. How? I remember but my dignity cannot take it.
This morning I woke up, turned my alarm off and went back to bed. Smart move because suddenly, it was two hours later, my dad was on his way and I was still clinging onto Iain for dear life. There was enough time for a cup of tea and painkillers before we went back to mine and dealt with the rest of the stuff that I needed to pack.
This is boring, talking about boxes, and kitchens, and hoovering, so we'll skip that part, my keys were handed in, and we're stood in the car park saying our goodbyes. Iain was crying just as hard as I was, and we just stood there hugging one another, not wanting to say goodbye. Then I had to leave and I just cried.
Surprisingly, Iain was the worst of the goodbyes. Kris was a pretty bad one too. When I got back, I was still weeping occasionally. I'm still doing it now as I write this. I think it was so bad because of the fact that one of my dreams came true because of him, and I do consider him to be one of my best friends.
He sat with me in A&E, crashed me fags when I've been in need, looked after me while I was too drunk to even see straight, made me cups of tea in the morning, played on Halo and Left 4 Dead with me, and I kind of feel like he cares. Like, I know he cares, because he's always been there for me, since the day we first met. I don't have to guess.
I can't write any more today, but I'll do something tomorrow to sum up this past year.
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