I was up late picking my brother and his mates up from the pub. It was their last day of school. Bless. They were all chatting away loudly about graduation and stuff and my brother was keeping quiet so that he wouldn't say anything that would give away just how much he had drank (drunk?). Anyway I was just hit by this wave of nostalgia for that time when I was in my late teens experimenting with alcohol and forging those really intense personal friendships and arguing about politics and discovering really great films and going to concerts and reading 1984 and worrying about the Leaving Cert and thinking about the Debs and wondering about college. Looking back it seems like I was free when in actual fact I know I wasn't. Anyway I had this feeling like my days of being young and stupid and irresponsible were over, even though the times I was harking back to are only 3 years ago.

It was then that I made a sober, informed and rational decision to get completely drunk at the next available opportunity. After my exams, natch. I'll need all the brain cells I can muster.

I know Naomi has a going away party coming up at the end of the month. Note to self: Get langered at her party.

Nighty night, little bloggy ones.