May Ball

Just woken up after a rather epic night at the May Ball. I expected it to be a bit more emotional, since it is the last time we’re going to see everyone, but as soon as the booze was flowing (at expensive rates!) I realised that wasn’t true πŸ˜›

Got a lift there in style (with Daves dad, same as for year 11 prom) and then Rick tried to emulate the prom some more by jumping into a bush… video’s will be up later!

Food was crap considering what we paid (£37, for a slab of chicken!), and the DJ wasn’t up to much at all!

Started calling in drinks from all kinds of people, got 2 free shots and at least 3 free cider’s from various people, including Mr Hughes – you legend! I really couldn’t afford much at £3.75 a pint! £3 for shots as well… more than twice the price you’ll pay around Poynton!

Anyway, got in at about 2am, after trying to put my key into a wall. Doors are hard to work after a night drinking! Bit worse for wear this morning, but nothing a bit of revision won’t fix! 19 days, 1 hour, 7 mins until I’m done with exams πŸ˜€ Woop!

Food poisoning – Tech style

So here’s the story so far:

Had Music Tech period 3 today, right before lunch. We happened to have a bass set up and mic-ed with 20 mins to run before lunch, and no-one was using them… so in I jump!

Get Ric on the bass, and started recording for one of my coursework pieces. 20 mins later we’re just getting into it, so Dom goes off down to poynton pantry and returns with a cheeseburger for me. "Excellent!" I thought, "No need to go out for lunch, just carry on recording!".

Then I started on the burger in question. Safe to say it tasted rather crap. In fact, I’m pretty sure crap was one of the main ingredients. However, I ate it anyway.

Get to Maths period 4, and slowly but surely I start feeling immensely ill. Not even a little bit, utterly and completely ill. Like said crap is eating my insides.

Managed not to puke on my book, and now I’m home writing this.

Now… do I take tomorrow off school and miss a lot of work, or go in and hope to hell I don’t hurl on a teacher?!