Sloth with a kilt

So I'm sitting in my room I just woke up not too long ago, with a killer headache from last night's debauchery and I thought I would give a hello. Scotland is great, the weather is finally getting much better, I have not opened up a book yet and I'm basically fucked because all i do is get drunk every night, my belligerence and rowdiness has more than improved here. This my first weekend I've actually spent in Edinburgh, I have been traveling the weekends mostly, seeing a lot of Larry, a couple of trips to London to see the Aussie man (I'm actually going again next weekend) and traveling to Dublin which was quite possibly the most fucked up and hilarious trip I have ever had. I met Larry and Amanda in Dublin with a couple of my friends from here and essentially we got drunk with IRA terrorists, one of which has massive gas and kept farting all night, and the others were just fucking gingers who kept chanting some terrorist chant that we had no idea what they were saying, it was great. The next night we made the mistake of taking "party pills", NEVER AGAIN, 12 hours later I thought I was going to die and was hallucinating a bald head on the back of Larry's hood, and the best part was that we were sleeping in a hostel with bed bugs and full of the creepiest people I have ever met. While being fucked up on party pills (which btw were legal) I walked in on the remains of an orgy in the common room, where one guy was passed out with his hands down his pants, one had a boner, and one guy had a mop. Go figure, make your own story with that one. The next day I spent 6 hours just staring out a window, and slept in an airport.
Well that's all I'm going to say for now, I'll keep you updated on whatever other shit happens while I'm on my 6 month vacation. I love and miss you all!!!!!! xoxo
Chey Chey