Just came across a photo of Tom Knights and his cousin and it has over 10000 notes… people are stupid
Had the best leaving day ever. Though I was a bit shitty on the photo front as I left my SD card at home I still got some nice digital photos (including one with Dr. Ross and one with the legend that is Dr. Jones) and some polaroids which Abbey has demanded that I put on Tumblr so she can reblog the hell out of it.
I was a busy day. Dan, Nick and I shared a traditional joint at Bloomsbury Soc. HQ in hilliy fields, I laughed at Todder’s insane inebriation (He was wasted before 2pm), I watched PJ fart in Dr. Ross’ face, got given a symbolic cracker from Mr. Wallace, endured having to sit opposite Pat throughout the meal but he was actually alright, got wasted on a bench with Ruth because she got ID’ed in playhouse and I wasn’t going to leave her on her own, buzzed my nads off in Wakiki, watched Dr. Ross tell Olivia to ‘back off’, counted down to Rebecca’s birthday at midnight and much more that I’ve forgotten to mention.
It’s odd by my favorite part of the whole day was when we got back to Ruth’s house (we being TK, Sted, Callum, Ruben, Hodges, Shep, Leach and obviously Ruth) and smoked a load of weed and just chilled out. I felt such a sense of camaraderie and belonging and I never wanted it to end. I felt such intense love for these people that have essential watched me grow up from a small 11 year-old to essentially a young adult. I just wish I had documented more. Documented every little thing that was entertaining, amusing, weird or grim. Because memories will fade and anecdotal gems will slip through the cracks of my memory. I think that’s the reason that I am so very sad right now is that I cannot relive it all. It’s hard to come to terms with the fact it is over