saturday july 30th

party in the woods

11: 40 pm

What. In. Bloody. Hell.

Georgia.

Again.

Decided to return to my sanctuary that consists of a thing I have come to know as my umbrella bed. Because I am in fact, sleeping on an umbrella. Tom and his official snogger might call it a sleeping bag but I am far more civilized than them.

Also, it's not much a of a sanctuary really, since I am surrounded by nonsense. Or as the uncivilized might call them, "trees". I don't know.

11:43 pm

Do I ever know though? Honestly. It's honestly never a sure thing with anything. Anything is called Georgia. One minute I have a girlfriend, who, some people say is very very nice, but then the other minute I'm snogging my not girlfriend who might have broken her bum-oley. By the way, my not girlfriend is Georgia.

11:45 pm

Georgia, Georgia, Georgia. Georgia Nicholson. Nicholson, Georgia. Well hello there Georgia Nicholson. Oh, are you Georgia Nicholson? Oh, ye- NOOOOOOOOOO. STOP THIS NONSENSE.

11:52 pm

So why am I thinking about one, Georgia Nicholson? And noooott my quite nice girlfriend? What was her name again? Hm..I will ponder this thought later. Well, earlier in the night, me and the lads were being the gentlemen we were and pulled the girls out of their umbrella houses or tent, whatever you call it to times of merriment.

12 second later

Well, it WASN'T times of merriment. More on the lines of me being confused and Georgia being...well..Georgia.

1 minute later

Okay, okay the snog with her was quite nice. I think the girls would call it a No. 4, but I though it was more on the lines of a No. 5. I believe I had Jas write this scale out for me, but I can't be bothered to look for it now. Especially since I am surrounded by trees, and trees seeing paper would make them quite depressed. Do you see how considerate I am??

5 minutes later

Unlike Georgia. She went off with the Lesbian Italian Stallion. Which is not at all considerate. I comforted her when she started blubbering about because..to be fair I was a bit mean to her. But TRUTHFUL. She's the one who used me as a red herring, went off with one of my best mates, and uses me whenever she is in need of a good snog. Not that I don't enjoy it either. It's just...AHHHHHHH. Luckily...and not luckily Tom and Jas came about during their moss hunt so me and Georgia were forced to part.

Midnight

So I have come to a conclusion. More of a chart really.

Dave: Truthful, considerate, and has been used. Badly.

Georgia: A confuser, a user, and quite a Sex Kitten.

NOOOO. She is not, she is not. Especially her and that nose of hers.

A tid bit after midnight.

Actually I don't have a problem with her nose at all. I think it's quite cute. I always sneak a peak at it when I give her a bit of the lip nibbling. I hope she likes it.

1 minute later

Well, of course she likes it. It's me! Harharhar.

20 seconds later

Why am I here by myself while the rest of the crew is off with their snog partners? Georgia probably has no problem with this since she just loves snogging, even if the person on the other side of her lips is not a lesbian with a scooter.

5 minutes later

She is the best snogger I have the honor of snogging...

Phwoar.