Lollercoaster at drunken texting, misunderstandings, overreactions and nervous apologies. Pretend the weekend never happened.

My hair is irretrivably soaked from shuffling round Brighton in the pissing rain with Dani and Danni looking for a present for my mum. It was her birthday today and I forgot until yesterday when we went out to dinner with her parents and they asked her if Dave was coming down for her birthday. I'm a bad daughter. :< We decided to give up and go home and just have me draw her something and make a card, but on the way the rain eased up so we scooted off into Worthing and grabbed some chocolate from Thorntons for her. Then it rained again, so we did the logical thing. We sought shelter in that beacon of hope and joy for the bored, wet, cold and broke waifs and strays of Worthing: Steve's house.

Steve's mum is hardcore. She slapped a wrestler for being mean to Steve. It was a fantastic moment. Then everyone sat on Steve and Emmy's bed and threw chewits at Dani and I laughed so in retaliation he pushed me off the bed. I don't think he actually meant to push me off but I was perched on the edge and sort of wobbled off with a small prod. Then everyone got bored of abusing Dani and started tormenting Ads about watching Dani's gay home video porn.

And that's what I'd define as an average normal day off school, yes.