Blog supply vs demand

so a certain Z has demanded i post upon my blog, as she is suffering from a lack of P. Unfortunately she wants my "alter ego" aka sirfreaksalot and honestly, everybody wants my sirfreaksalot heart, but what about prestons heart? what about how I feel? Anyways, as I sit upon my bed, typing on a LAPTOP for once, still drunk as fuck, heres a recount of my stats:

Alcohol:

• 8.4 Standard drinks of wine
• Sip of sprite vodka
• 1 Waikato Draught (so like 1 standard drink, its a beer)
• 1 Shot of fireball
• 1 Lions Red or whatever its also beer so 1 standard
• a random guiness i was handed (didn't mean to skull it, still did whoops and thats kinda 2 standards)

Three CIGARETTES. one from this one guy who heard me talking about how everyone had malboros, handed and this one girl helped me light it cause ITS WINDY so shoutout. We spoke about how this guy be chefing and how they were also a theatre kid like daniels and how daniels will become the same. super chill and we ran into eachother at biddy mulligans (we got cigarettes at the last place, funily enough we stared there but the timeline comes soon) second from max's dad and poorly rolled, sorry max. third from maxs dads friend and then i spoke to the supposed grandma of elliot who was blonde when she was 16 (best photo the grandma could show so idk) supposedly im her type but idc really, thats like her choice i guess not really mine theres so many guys my height and blonde so like whatev ANYWAY so thats cig stats.

bars gone to: THREE. TImeline soon

People spoken to: SEVEN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

Songs I could genuinely sing to at gigs:

• Sadly none at the last place but
• AT BIDDYS!!!
• Breed the nirvana song
• SMOKE ON THE WATER>.. FIRE IN THE SKY!
• ALICE IN CHAINS SONGS 
• MAN IN THE BOX UGHHHH AIII AIIII AII AIIIIIIII AI AI AIIII AIII IAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IMMMMMMM THE MANNNNN IN TH EBOX! BUUUUUURIIIIIEEEED INNNNNNNNN MY SHIT! WOOOOOOOOOOONT YOUUUUUUUU COMEEEEEE ANNNNNNNNNND SAVE ME?Save me....... FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY EYEEEEES ( CAN YOU SOW THEEEM SHUT!?)
• idk who wrote that any ways there was some others that i banged out to but i didnt know them as well but enough to sing along i guesss. like greenday songs and classics youd probably sing to and such. DONT WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!!!! not a big green day fan sorry love either way but yk

TIMELINE

1. SO we started at kaelins, as he picked me up and we pregamed there. Learnt he has a girlfriend? she dont like how many girls he tried to get with but still want him IG so good job, hopefully she shapes him up to be a GOOD BLOODY LAD INNIT
2. Learnt big mate conna wasnt capable of getting with the girl, real sad but hey i guess he took it well and i love him
3. luke didnt have much to say abt his new friend group, so sad. i didnt say much about yall either 
4. ronan lived as a lil chud so thats fine
5. nothing new with you daniels 😚
6. soooo we convinced kaelin two ubers would be spenny and annoying so two parents drove us instead
7. drove us to the outside of girls high... okay? we walked to hoyts to pee then straight to THE LAST PLACE!
8. there was a free gig so i bought waikato draught and focking threw me hed out to some frickin bangin tunes me lad... ye it was a mighty fun one innit? i hope you imagine my amazing british accent in that, its beautiful dont get TOO bricked ok? anyway it was super good and goth apparently occording to luke and this guy ahead of us,, the FIRST person i spoke to that night barely
9. Then ronan and kaelin went and played mortal kombat on an arcade machine there while we sat and dran
10. We went OUTSIDE! saw all the smokers and chatted, just me connor luke and daniels since those two CHUDS didnt wanna join. spoke of cigarettes, specifically (callback) to the malboros everyone owned, someone noticed and offered me some, spoke a little about ourselves and learnt they were a chef and basically drank a crate before the job, pretty fucking wicked. cigarette reinvigorated my extreme drunkenness so I was FUCKED.
11. We said goodbye and left to biddy mulligans, in search for more drunk ciggies.
12. FOund the GREATEST GIG EVER. THEY PLAYED NIRVANA AND ALICE IN CHAINS. WHAT THE FUCK? SO GOOD WE BANGED OUT I PUT MY ARMS AROUND MY MATES AND SUNG EVEN IF I WAS OUT OF TUNE IF MY CHORDS DIED I SUNG! it was so beautiful idc if im bad idc if the ladies lowkey didnt want me I SANG WITH M EYES CLOSED.
13. So after that I saw maxs dad for some odd reason and got two cigarettes, one that BARELY lit and could hardly smoke and one that got properly rolled that properly fucked me up.
14. Spoke to this elliots grandma about how i look like ummm a vocalist or something along those lines, something something grease lightning but not entirely something something grandchild may want me whatev 
15. some other old lady sat next to daniels, our mates left us to go to house (as we discovered later)
16. Me and daniels went outside, chatted a bit, and this lady comes up and starts chatting to us? What we spoke of was basically nothing but agreeing with whatever she said, and I felt kinda uncomfortable cause she was super casual with us and especially daniels. I threw a hail mary and decided (after learning everyone was at house) "hey, lets go to house!" assuming she wouldnt be allowed in. she was. but we didnt really see her again SO YAY! kinda.
17. So, ive hated on house a lot, but now we're here. in a corner. And honestly, ive realized something: everything is as boring as you make it. kinda. see the music was mid, but i danced anyway. and when it picked up, i danced harder, far harder, sang my heart out too. but it wasnt live music like biddy's, or the last place, so I felt it less. and everyone was, for the best term I can describe, nonchalant. the guys were barely moving and the girls were kinda feeling it but in a really performative way. I felt so out of place. I was a mere boy, or i guess you guys would say man, among many of nonchalance. hoping to find a mate, they barely danced as they made their way towards whoever caught their eye. 
18. I danced. Its all I did. Daniels got carried away by a woman but like she got pulled away herself so he was left kinda solo. We just danced, but iwas SO bored. The songs got mid for too long, so we left. In a pool of nonchalance, I learnt that even when whimsy may come from me, the burning of ones soul cannot light another. No matter how hard I shine, others may never catch, nor see, a flame within such dark, nonchalance. Boring. Whatever, not my people, I hate people my age.
19. So we left, on to a place to eat. Burger bros is where we landed. eated a fire ass butter chicken burger there.
20. Went to the river and walked, singing songs we knew.  walked a lot. nothing of note, we walked so far, slowly shedding people on our way home, and eventually walked home
21. My house is creepy at night. I fear my backyard, so I was completely alone. Pure dark, only my phone light, lighting the way to underneath the house, the creepiest and most infested part of my home, to unlock the key to my house. UGH. Creepy. I'll take yall one day IG if we ever go out

So that was my night out. and the blog youve been thirsting over SO hard. Hope you like it. Oh, and heres a poem cause i've had this on the brain but on the plans like for future hangouts like poetry night out also because I demanded and recieved one so i kinda feel obliged to do the same CANT REMEMBER WHO IDK

You stare at the moon, full and bright

I look at you, full and bright

Knowing you don't feel the same

But eventually you stare back

I reflect your stare

Your unloving, unwavering stare

Moon to your sun, I can't help

But reflect that I feel the same

hello im no poet so like this went through a 1000 versions till i put it on paper and IDC ABOUT THE REGULAR POETRY STUFF LET ME WRITE OK DONT JUDGE THX bye