The best 7 minutes of my life

So so so so tired.

Cant even think straight. All thats keeping me awake right now is the big chunk of Twix thats in my mouth. But its a good exhaustion. Birthday, was by far one of the better ones, definatley compared to the last couple of years. Midnight was great, ended up sleeping at like 3 in the morning. Then up at 9, oraganisation and schedules and things. A real pain in the ass. Then laughing like an idiot at Goldies while we experimented with jello shots. And then, fast forward to the beach, through all the fake fake conversation and a lot of self doubt, "are they having a good time?" " they look bored.." It was weird. And then, everybody left. And the 10 of us did what we did best. There was laughter, and music, and happiness. Those hours, are unforgettable. Never will i forget those moments, the gifts (the non-material ones, which had a little more meaning), the way EVERYONE came, the fact that I realized how amazing my friends are, bieng carried and then subsequently into the water, the talks i had with people who I had lost touch with and had really really missed, the singing when S played his guitar, the trippy music and those 7 minutes of poor pleasure, the chanting when we gulped down the shots, the way me and F laughed for about 2 hours straight, the hugs, the new possibilties, the car ride back, with the odd dancing and the bad singing, the pictures, the i loves yous.

Wow.

WHAT a fucking amazing day huh?

Must go, hair is full of sand and the twix is over.