In the interests of keeping the irrelevant ramblings going, I’ve decided to post another instalment of the embarrassment that is my life.

There are been two shocking events lately that have left me incapable of even attempting to defend my actions (or idiocy). The first was at a friend’s 18^th, where a whole mass of us decided to go out dressed up in a ‘neon rave’ theme and the second was my final day of school, which ended both awkwardly and sickly.

Perhaps I should explain?

The ‘raving’ idea started oh so well…. Sure, we looked like idiots, but we were relatively respectable and capable of walking in a straight line. Pre-Maidstone drinks, a couple of bars and a gentle sprint through the streets later and well…all self respect gone out the window, we were a mass of glowing, brightly coloured imbeciles.

It seemed that in a moment of brilliance we had decided to write ‘rave’ on our faces in lipstick, which inevitably smeared in the most attractive fashion and after drinking for a good 6 hours, we all burned out ridiculously early. Fortunately, a kebab was close to hand and classy people that we are, we all poured in.

Now we were little more than greasy, smudged, glowing, brightly coloured imbeciles.

Lovely.

Moving on swiftly to the final day of school and you have a similar scenario. In fact, replace neon with ‘cops and robbers’ and glow sticks with yearbooks and essentially you have an identical scene.

Shockingly, sobriety did not hold for long and very swiftly did Spoons fill with a swarm of respectable (and not at all slutty) girls dressed in police hats and jump suits. The locals probably thought Christmas had come early until the drunken girls started bawling their eyes out in a manner that just screamed ‘self respect.’

I was not exempt from the crying – in all honesty I was an initiator. Fantastic.

It was only the following day that I remembered a conversation between a friend and I in which we discussed the fact that the way we acted on the last day would probably be how the people from our year remembered us in future.

For the love of God I hope that’s not true.

I feel that in a way I paid penance for my actions with the hangovers that left me in the uncomfortable position of violently heaving into my bin.

Yes guys, that’s the kind of girl you’ve been friends with for the past 7 years.

Lucky you.