Out in the cold

well, well, well.
Adam barr is out of favour, just hours after finishing my essays (had to sprint to Journalism but was still 8 minutes late which is apparently everything, I don't give a fuck, it's done and that's all that matters to me), I then managed to piss off everyone (except ali) who lives in 6 Bedford Street. I met these hilarious people on the way to Helen's and we kind of got in a fight, so I helped out a little bit and for that they loved me so then I walked with one of them who was apparently going to DJ at a house party. The house was near Helen's so I called to warn her of the storm that was going to hit her... called her a gashpalace and a few other derogatory terms but thought nothing of it- I was fucked out of my mind.

Anyway, so me and DJ Justice as he is apparently known got to this house party, which was full of people sitting down who I swiftly learned were predominantly Astrophysicists and left the building for pastures new. It was probably the worst house party, everyone was sitting down so it's probably incorrect for me to call it a party. So I made it to Helen's to be greeted by a sombre faced Trouty, it emerged that I've royally pissed off Helen and John and Beads have taken it into their heads that I'm a big bad man too and pretty much ignored me, so I went up to see her, had a little chat and left. I was in a really weird mood, I kind of cared about the fact that I had no rollies more than the fact that I've kind of ejected myself from pirate bar life for a while. Anyhow I am a little upset and later phoned helen about the whole situation (at her suggestion). I smoothed things over, basically accepted responsibility for everything, which is probably fair enough... I can't be assed anymore, to fucked to continue