Starting from midnight, I was high off my head in a shitty club. I stayed there until like three, at which point I headed to what I thought was a party. As a male, myself, my mate and some other guys didn't get in, because the world is sexist. At this point, I found a cigar in my jacket pocket, and I smoked that outside, looking amazing. Then, I donned a balaclava, and my mate and I just fucked around, wondering whether we should vandalize shit.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, some student OD'd on pills, dying in the night. I didn't know him, and I didn't hear about it until like an hour ago, so it had no impact on me whatsoever. Just a fun fact.
At this point, I met this weirdo on the street, and me and my mate went to his house. There, a girl showed up, and I struggled to try figure out what her relationship was to the weirdo, and if I could try to shift her. She asked me why I was wearing a balaclava, and I told her I didn't know. Then, she made me a few rollies, so that was nice. At this point, we found some band posters on the wall, and Weirdo explained that he was part of a band, called like the Dry Roasted Peanuts or something. At this point, I realized I'd seen these posters many times before, and had always wondered whether it was a band or a venue trying to be hip and offering dry roasted peanuts. Weirdo then played guitar and sung for a bit while we got high, and then we listened to Strokes on an old record player he had, but we didn't play Last Nite, which was a shame.
Eventually, at like five, my mate and I got walking to his car in the pissing rain. At this point, my mate and I started talking about bland actors, and we got onto Kevin Costner. He then recounted an incredibly deep account of Water World, as I'd never seen it, and he goes into it in vivid detail. After half an hour and hopping a gate, we found the carpark gate was locked at night, so soaking wet, we got in his car to wait. The radiator in his car only worked if the engine was on and the car moving for some fucked up reason, so we drove around the car park in circles for like an hour, before someone opened the gate extra early, like two hours before he should've which was great. We then drove to another car park, at which point we pooled over and slept. It was fucking unbelievably cold, and I wore his spare jacket as a blanket and tried to sleep, while soaking wet. Then, we went to the shop, got munch, and he dropped me home, where I pushed past my family and fell into a nice coma.
I slept for a while, shat my guts out, and slept again. Then, I had to wake up, and get dressed in nice clothes, just to go out with another mate, his girlfriend and one of her friends. Unfortunately, this girl was one of the blandest people ever. Like, not even so bland that it's interesting, just so bland that no story came out of this. If something goes well, it goes well, if you fuck it up, you'll have a fun story, but if it goes bland, it's the worst possibility. What's worse is I had to pay for her food because I'm a gentleman. On top of that, because the first time I met my mate's girl, I had him warn her that I was a really crude, mean cunt to prepare her for my general attitude, and then I acted super sweet to her so that she thought my mate was a piece of shit for saying bad things about me, so I had to act extra nice even though it was clear nothing was going to happen. Eventually, after wasting a bunch of time, we gave the couple some space and just went our separate ways.
I then returned home, where I'll presumably do nothing until Valentine's Day comes to a close. My biggest regret is that I never heard how Water World ends.