Friday night was really good; I love just watching films and somehow having conversations about whether we'd prefer to be raped or have our hand cut off, they're interesting. Pineapple express was hilarious, I love greasy drug dealers who wear pyjamas all day.
I then had to spend hours painting the sky and a purple horse, but to be honest, it had turned out pretty good, but I still have half of it to do. Good job I like painting.
Saturday night was confusing. I had a really good time at Ali's, catching up with someone I haven't seen in years, until it all went a bit wrong: We never argue. That's just what we're like. I hate being in an argument with him. What was worse, is I don't even know why we fell out. Even though it doesn't matter now, I really don't like it. And I successfully managed to thoroughly piss my parents off for the first time in years. Greeat. I'm so tired.
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