lately

yesterday was such a tornado of emotions. i had this big assignment due at 4pm but lost like 500 words and my reference list an hour before it was due, so basically had to hand in an unpolished draft... such a bummer but I guess lesson learned or whatever.

Anyway so I came home and was totally buggin when our nerdy neighbours knocked on our door and told us they were having a party and we were invited. ha, as if neighbours, we just played wii tennis and smoked a cigar.

But later on there were heaps of people there – even females! what?! clearly they had a dog fighting ring or some sexually rebellious activity going on, so we investigated.

Dream team emily (reporter) and katrina (photographer)

This is Richard, who is a law clerk. He said the party was ok, he didn't really have high expectations but remained hopeful: "maybe [there'll be] like a fight or something or people getting it on right in front of us or something like that". Then emily lost her journalistic objectivity and got too close to the source, asking him about his job and stuff, borr-ring.

The guy in the middle lives there, his name is adeel, he said he invited 60 people but lots had already left. pfft whatever.

 

"I drank like 8 beers bro"

The party kind of petered out after that. they were playing with dental floss and then this scottish guy did a haka by himself. The important thing was, I didn't make any new friends. This morning the stairwell we share smelt so bad so I went and ate McDonalds by myself and when i caught the bus home someone was wearing the same jersey as me ~~secret shame