i'm not a war machine.

it is half eight on thursday 30th april morning.
romy and myself are sitting in inverness train station, waiting for jason, choppz and rachel to appear.
when i get a phone call off of jason himself.
'em, im so sorry megan, even more so cos i was being cocky earlier about it, but i forgot your train tickets.'
what!?!?!?!
i wanted to beat the crap out of that boy.
when he arrives at the train station with a straight face asking if i wanted to go buy some tickets, ten minutes before the train departed.
i storm over when he tells me that he cant do this anymore, of course he has the bloody tickets.
he has been to more gigs than i have had hot meals.

the train to glasgow went rather quick.
i love trains.
we arrive at like half one ish, check in at the travelodge isnt till three!
we wander about, get stopped by a lovely man trying to get jas to buy a subway card thing, ending up in macdonalds for over an hour, watching jason attack three mcchicken sandwiches squashed together and choppz munching on two big macs together.
awesomeness.

we then check in and romy and my room, room 110, is teeny but cosy i suppose.
we crack open our voddy and irn bru, and make our way to 123, where the party was at.
i then proceed to drink most of a large bottle of magners to myself, while playing have you ever?
i must say that i have never to a lot of things, ahaha.

we leave about seven, half seven, after my parents had tried to contact me but i never heard it, didnt want to dare try phoning them back, wondering where the france the abc is.
we found it eventually, two minutes down the road.
we get in and buy merchandise.
my beautiful black top with red and white that says Be Human Fightstar [need to buy that album, gutted i never got it before] with jaegermeister on the back (Y)
i love it.

then we heard some of Incase of Fire who were alright.
but the main attraction, FIGHTSTAR, followed shortly.
and they were unbelievable.
fuck me, i was in love.
Charlie, just oh my god, reminded both Romy and myself of Liam :)
they played amazingly.
was singing my lungs to death, bopping away.
poor choppz though, getting attacked by a shoe.
and jason, being killed in the pit.

after leaving the abc, we made out way back to the hotel for some more boozing, of course.
finished off another big bottle of magners, the rest of the vodka, a bottle of sidecick, a bottle of cactus jacks and at least half a bottle of archers.
i didnt spew once :D
others did though :P but felt much better because of it.
it was so much fun.
listening to music, chatting away.
fighting with the boys, im pretty pleased with the way i handle choppz, a swift scratch to the arm.
im now nicknamed Wolverine (:
tried to do some handstands, wacked my leg of the seat, was agony.
Rach and me did some roly polys, on and off the bed, along the floor, was great!
i was very happy to meet her, i heard so much about her, she is lovely (:
got tipped off a seat backwards by jason, was sore :'(
tried to get him back but he is stronger then me.
i love to annoy him though, moving his perfectly placed headbandm biting his arm (Y) fun times.
romy then started passing in and out of conciousness, very tired.
so while finishing off the m&ms, cheddar and onion mccoys and cactus jack bottle, romy, jason and myself thought we would give the lovebirds some privacy, got to room 110 and passed out as soon as.
took some pretty pictures first.
my bessies a twat!

sleeeeeeeeep.

the next day, i woke up drunk.
i hate that.
got up eventually, showered, got dressed and ready, watched 4music, refused to say housekeeping in a funny voice and was forced out into the rain to farmfoods to buy toothpaste.
left to wander round glasgow centre, hungover like nothing else, tried to eat chicken nuggets but really couldnt, changed into jeans, felt a bit better.
shopped in the biggest hmv's i have ever eveeer been in!
spent lots of money, got on the train home.
it was an alright journey, bit of banter.
woken up by a slap, shat myself, to jason screaming, ITS SNOWING, when the guy that was sharing a table with us replied, i think its blossom mate.
AHAHA, gutted Jas.
if it was snow, i would of shot myself.

got home, ate a greggs sausage roll, yum, went to bed and watched most of The Little Vampire and fell asleep by eleven.

my trip was the best ever.
my teachers can go fuck themselves if they think i give a shit about what they think.

watched School for Scoundrels this morning, it was freaking awesome, i loved it.
back in bed, watching James and the Giant Peach.
:) good times.