Dear diary,
I slurried it up till the trams started again. At least I didn't go home with some random. Did spend quite a lot of my time making out with ppl tho. 5 in total I think. I really really really need a chaperone. Or a dedicated person 2 make out with. Also stupid grand prix means trams running funny. Blah blah blah. Stupid alcohol, stupid alcoholic.
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