Here's an update, you little shits

Wow, the past couple of days have been hectic like I don't even know. As I mentioned in a previous post; me and Elliot went to our friend's place to celebrate her Birthday and to party hard like it was our last day in the living. It was awesome, even though some not-so-good things happened. We had some really tasty white wine with us, it's called 'Tre Apor' here in Sweden but translates to 'Three Monkeys'. It's so good, ugh. So, anyway, Elliot managed to get me drunk. Yay, I guess, seeing as I've never been drunk before. I'm 20 years old and I had never been drunk before this Saturday, so now I can check that off the list of 'Things to Experience Before I Die'. I also got to take a puff of some pot someone had brought, and I can tell you guys that I was so incredibly happy after that it was ridiculous. The euphoria was over 9000! But, yeah, it was pretty stupid of me to mix pot and alcohol, so naturally I eventually got dizzy and nauseous and threw up. No worries, though. I handled the situation well, even Elliot was surprised with how calm I was about the whole thing. What can I say? I'm Batman, I can handle everything.

Me and Elliot finally went home after a good couple of hours of pure awesomeness and crashed in bed after the long way back to my house. We slept away most of the next day and when we managed to get up we had such a craving for pizza, holy shit. So, of course, we went to get some. I almost had a food orgasm because it was so good. We watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose - which is one of my absolute favourite movies, just fyi - in the meantime as we ate and we also managed to stuff our faces with ice cream afterwards. I feel pretty bad for Elliot though, he was so hung over whilst I felt perfectly fine. I guess I'm lucky to be my Mother's child, she never gets hung over. Huheuheuheuh.

Elliot stayed over one more night and the bigger part of Monday we just chilled and cuddled. But we decided that we needed to get out of the house for a bit and went to buy cigarettes - which he payed for, the butthead -  and to look for a place to eat. Obviously, we ordered pizza, but we also asked for a large plate of french fries on the side. It sounded like a good idea at the time. And in the middle of eating, Elliot suddenly said "It's like we're celebrating.", I didn't get it at first, but then I catched on and burst out into laughter because we accidentally celebrated our first week of being together, without realizing it! It was so hilarious, I'm actually smiling as I'm writing this.

As we were eating, we suddenly heard a knock on the window and outside stood Emelie and Simon, smiling and waving at us, the dorks. We urged them to come inside, so they joined us at our table and ate the food that we were too full to eat. We left the restaurant after talking for a while, and after Elliot had payed - yes, he payed for that too, ugh - we accompanied Emelie to the bus to later follow Simon to the local grocery store where he bought some unhealthy things because why the fuck not. After, we went out to take a smoke and hang out for a while before Elliot and Simon would have to go. So we sat on a bench and talked about everything and nothing. Or, well, they did, I was pretty silent. Shit went down in my head and I got a panic attack. Woopi-fucking-doo. But Elliot, the superhero that he is, followed me home and stayed over one more night, just for me. SDkbjfgkbjgf, I can't even handle how sweet and beautiful he is, fucking Hell.

Elliot had to get up early, though. So, he woke me up to some cuddling and after putting on some clothes we went downstairs to get ourselves a big cup of coffee and take a smoke outside on my porch. I love doing that, especially if the sun shines right on my face. Of course, my bby-boy had to leave eventually and I followed him to the bus - which was late, to both our frustration because he had a meeting that he really needed to be on time to. It sucks to say goodbye, even to a person that you see regularly and that only lives about half an hour away. But I can't help it. Elliot makes me feel so good, he makes me happy beyond words and the love I have for him is infinite. Oh my God, I sound so cheezy, I'll stop now.