I realized, however, that I really hate Whitehouse although I like noise. Fuck, but at least, I went along and sat through it.
Earlier in the day, I had to change out of my trousers into the ones I bought. This was because, although it wasn't something I told my sister, they had broken on the way into London and were held together with a sole safety pin!
In Slimelight, I discovered that my new trousers, however, were a bit too tight... and a few times the button came undone. Then, the flys broke. And it was really obvious, so I got the safety pin from old trousers and put them in the new ones, to hold the fly shut. Kind of worked, I was happy. Well, the inevitable happened... twice. The button flew off and the pin bent out of shape, and couldn't hold them.
I decided to leave... and it was 12pm!!!! 12! I was disappointed! The night had been going great, I'd been sociable and danced, and people I knew were there and my new haircut was being completely showed off and everything!
I put in a big jumper, to cover my open trousers, and hobbled home, defeated. I had a plan that if I got back by 1am, I'd get changed, turn around, and go back to Slimes by night bus! Rarr! But walking from the station to my house, my Swear trainers lace broke! So I double-hobbled and hopped home and decided I'd taken enough punishment, I'll just stay at home!
This is Vexen, completely defeated! A bit angry... but mostly, I'm fucking amused and laughing a bit at such a deluge of unlikely-yet-typical events. Waaaaaa! If it wasn't 1am I'd go on mIRC and find a friend to come hug me!