Friday 13th again

So it's half 4 and I probably should go to bed, because it's been a hard day, but this is too good not to write up.
Friday 13th, woke up in pain and anguish, my stomach muscles were tensing the night before like crazy and when I brushed my teeth I kept hitting the back of my throat (making me gag a little-yum) tensing my stomach muscles even more and making me want to die. The pain was also enhanced by the fact that the day before I didn't eat much/at all really because I felt anything I ate would just be slowly forced back up-chewed- from my stomach up my throat and into my mouth.
For the whole day I tried to find food that didn't make me feel ill from the thought of it and settled for hot drinks instead. I took a nice walk in the park, where some almost pikeys said, "Dzo you know how long you've been on the swings for?" I stared at them, forced myself to not come out with something bitchy and ambled off to a roundabout. (The thing is she didn't even ask in a rude way, it was almost like she was saying "There is a time limit for the swings and I think yours is nearly up-a friendly reminder from the beavers wood girls")
Anyway, forced my self to eat pasta a few hours later and tried to sleep before and after.
Before I ate, I had the tv on while i was lying down and something happened which wasn't funny but I laughed. The laugh turned into a cough of intense pain, and as I lay there curled into a ball of anguish I thought of how funny it would be if my sister came in and saw me clutching my fat and choking which sent me into another fit of very painful laughter.
We went to Fabric.
Most of the time...sorry all of the time was spent waiting. I surprisingly enjoyed it. Kano played. The one song I LOVED, he butchered and then cut it off after 10 seconds.
French people were overly friendly and had no idea what personal space was, thankfully they kept far enough away from me, one seemed to like Jack a lot though. One dude danced amazingly well after Kano's set, ariege and I clapped for him.
I bumped into an old (olaves) school friend, which was nice, even better that we used to despise each other and insult each other on sight, but now we're like Y.
FINALLY my other friends came in. Fabric was doing some silly "one out and one in thing" which meant they were waiting in the queue for about 3 hours. That was nice, I spent most of the time I was around them being distracted by them jumping around and reminiscing a bit.
Ooh, I just found blood on my shoulder.
By the time they got there (3?) we decided it was too late to try and make a go of having fun, as my friends bounced happily off into the throng of clubbers, but ariege wanted to see some dude's set so we went to listen. I nearly punched some guy (not really father) who got on my nerves and stroked my hair.
Then we left.

The night bus was torture at first, I just wanted to sleep but the guy next to me was way too interesting and I was trying to read the stamp on his hand. Ariege sat next to me after he left and we listened to some guy speaking crap spanish and then finding the whole population of spain on the bus and talking over excitedly to all of them.
Then he left and some numbnut decided to amplify his voice more. I was slightly hysterical
"Oh man, oh you div! Tell me the hoouse number! what? Boy im gonna hurt you so bad" balalalala. This girl from the year below me at newstead was on the bus and he started chatting her up, "Does anyone have a pen?" That was her first mistake, never show kindness to twats on the bus.
A little while later I heard her say, "No, and can you just speak a little quieter?"
"WHAT? i JUST ASKED FOR YOUR PEN AND I WANT YOUR NUMBER!" She refused to take her pen back.
After hearing him scream down the phone for the longest time (at times I had to bite my lip to not laugh) he got off the bus, ariege and I clapped as he walked down the stairs. Then he decided to snort some drug, have a fight with the bus driver and then trip off the bus as it was zooming away and try to chase it. I won't say what ariege said, so you won't think she's harsh, but I proudly said, "He should be castrated." Which she thought was a step too far.
The bus journey was fine after that, for one stop.
Some guy walks over to the steps leading down. The bus stops and he starts to walk down, I heard him miss a few steps, slide down the rest and then the loudest CRACK.
I think I just started hugging myself, ariege looked at me in shock. A pikey got up, looked over the side and told us there was blood everywhere. I don't know what happened to the man, heard the bus driver tell him he was in no state to get off the bus, but he wasn't there when I got off.
We started talking to the newstead girl and ariege and I grew steadily more hysterical until we were boldly laughing out loud at the whole night and the sounds the man made as he nearly died. I nearly started crying as I laughed. We tried to stop ourselves, almost convincing ourselves that to laugh would be a harshly terrible thing to do, but even now as I remember him stepping down and the sounds, I still think it would be an amazing scene in some tv show. You had to hear it, if I don't stop laughing soon, I'll be up all night laughing and wake my sister.
In Bromley Tom Parsons came on, which was a nice surprise and some bullers wood girls but i cant be bothered to type out their names though it would have been a lot shorter than mostly all of this sentence.
Ariege got off, tom got off then the girls.
I got off the bus with my keys in my hands, ready to gouge out an eye if I was attacked, but alas, wasn't my luck today.
I'm not even tired anymore. I've gotta pack for Canada soon. I don't want to go to bed.
NYT