Get lost?

I was just thinking about how this blog was going to be full of pictures.
But then I stopped taking pictures...And so it became filled with the uneducated murmurs of a badly postured wish-to-be goth.

I will always win at losing.

Im up for a road trip. I designed a far from intricately detailed plan of how to get from Orsett to Edinburgh by car in August. This way we get to drive through all the accents, much like running through the seven pits of hell in order to get to...purgatory? I just didn't want to cheese this up by writing "heaven" but I'd say the Scottish accent is quite a lot above purgatorial (I think i made up a word) standards. I was hoping it would be one humongous pub crawl across the vast stretch of England, bad idea seeing as I'd be driving (I am yet to pass my test) and none of us are technically legal. Either way it would be "BIG LOLZ" and we'd be just in time for the festival :)
Its touristy but I've always wanted to go. Holding onto the hope that I'll manage to go the year Luke Wright is there. If not we'd just go to the pub....We were probably just going to end up in the pub anyway. O'Scotland I do love you :(

I was being ambitious. I'd probably write off my car at the Orsett Cock round about and not even make it to Aisha's house.

So we're settling on somewhere like Brighton. Hitting up that gay scene and all :) I do love brighton very dearly, and almost know my way round as well as I know London and it will be muchos fun avec le girls and potentially George and his car full of well behaved cronies. Unfortunately we're missing the great escape festival. But we always find shit to do maaan - COS.WE.R.YOUNG. And there's always pubs about.
BASICALLY, I dont care where we go I just want to go nowwwwwwwwwwwww!

I'd say right now I have to go to bed though, Collegio in six hours.

Note to self and everyone else: May visit clack s00n, check Miss Barratts still sane.