Sleepover

Yesterday night after a fantastic session of MGO with the boys (now level 14!) I went round to Marnie's for a sleepover, brought half a bottle of vodka I needed to finish off, yes needed...
Anyways, no one else was staying round only me although Alice did pop round for a bit until 1am ish? I don't really keep track of time too well! But we did walk her home after watching an extremly cheesy and bad teen film called "Get over it" starring a very young Kirtsten Dunst.I do like her, she's cute and can sing quite well! But yes, it was very, very cheesy, but as I had had a fair bit to drink it seemed hilarious to me. But if you know me well enough pretty much everything is hilarious to me. Well, if you don't laugh you'll just end up crying, right?
Also had a very long discussion about my life and such, seems to be the topic of facination. I don't mind. I'm an open person, I don't care about what people think of me to be honest. As long as people don't start being negative as I'm working hard enough just to maintain a positive way of thinking at this moment in my life. Trying not to worry about so many different things it's unreal.
I felt pretty bad for drinking actually, as for once, I was the only one drinking. Alice had a cold of some sort, hence why she didn't stay over, that and she needed to do work the next morning. I brought Marnie round a couple of lagers that I'd snuck from the fridge but she ended up not touching them so I brought them back with me.
Usually everyone else is drinking and I'm not but oh well...
The kitten was of course the focus of the evening, it was very very hyper when I came round. It just randomly runs about the room, chasing its own shadow and pouncing on random object. It loves plastic bags. Luckily my very mild allergy of cats seems to be ok as I didn't experience any problems this time around. It must be extremly mild indeed or just all in my head.
When I got up this morning and stumbled out of a very cold, uncomfortable sleeping bag I discovered two very small scratches on my arm, must have got them from the kitten although I really, really don't remember it scratching me or even being on my arm?! Strange...although I am used to get random bruises/scratches/etc and not knowing where the hell they came from.
After watching a few stupid couple of Jeremy Kyle (shudder), I decided to leave...thank God for bank holiday mondays, eh?

Currently listening to: Johanna-Sweeney Todd (film)