Don't go to foam parties.
Else risk death.
I don't understand how some people enjoy this kinda thing. It's insane. Personally, I'm not a big fan of being squished in a mosh pit full of tall drunk men (who literally towered above me!) whilst having the most disgusting smelling foam sprayed over me. Fair enough if it was just a mild scattering of happy foam, but truck loads of evil foam is a bit much!
It. Was. Everywhere. I couldn't see for foam, I couldn't breathe without inhaling foam, I couldn't move to avoid foam, I couldn't speak otherwise I would eat foam. My hair still smells of foam after 17 hours and being washed twice. I've had enough foam to last a lifetime!
I was drenched in the stuff... thank fuck I was wearing a black top otherwise I would've been involuntarily entered into the wet T shirt competition and would definitely have come last. For the record, foam showers, not a good idea.
The rest of the night was bloody amazing though. And well needed. My results were pretty good: Psychology - A; Literature - A; Biology - C. It wasn't enough t get into Edinburgh where I desperately wanted to go, but I'm going to my insurance Hull, which should be fantastic... quite excited!
Although I've been solidly drunk or hungover for the past like thee days, and I'm started to feel the effects. This also means I have learned several important lessons to teach you, but rules are rules, one post a day!
Todays being very potent, I feel. Don't go to foam parties, else risk a foamy, foamy death.
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