skinny bitch.

On Friday, went to school as normal. 

My mum was well cheeky and took out an announcement in the local paper with a picture of me as a baby, that said “Happy 18th Love Mum, Hannah, Uncle James, Auntie Michelle & Lewis” ^_^ nawww. 

I got a new iPod touch, some fancy makeup sponges, some expensive face cream and money. Oh, and David Guetta’s album and an American Dad boxset.

Aunt & uncle came round for a takeaway and we all got drunk and had a fun time. 

The next day I felt really gross and hungover but I knew I had to go out clubbing with a few girls. 

5 of us going out was a hot ass mess. Two didn’t turn up, but I still had fun with the five of us, plus we met someone on the train and they kinda tagged along so it was 6.

I didn’t even get that drunk and I spent a lot of the night making sure the other 4 didn’t die or get raped; the 1 other girl we met up with could control herself so me and her kinda stuck together a lot of the night. 

Met up with some guys I hadn’t seen in ages, and unf, we uhh, had fun. But good fun, I didn’t ho around. 

Except some kid in my year WHO I’VE NEVER SPOKE TO IN MY WHOLE 7 YEARS OF BEING IN HIS YEAR rammed his tongue down my throat. He took my ~kiss-ginity~ but it doesn’t count because I spat him out akskfkdksjs. 

Some gross guy called Miles came onto me and I wasn’t best impressed. :|

But I had a fab 18thhhhh. ^_^
I can see me going out more often tbh.