A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


60. I've got the act of getting lost down to a T.


20th July 2015

I’ve said before that getting lost can lead to great things. Confusion can set in yes. Panic can come crawling yes. (And yes I did notice the triple alliteration there and I am proud of that). Annoyance can come a’ running but all through that madness getting lost can lead to great instances.

Getting lost is how I can sum up this day to a T.

I had plans to go to a birthday party at a place called Taybarns (to clarify that’s an all you can eat buffet with delicious pizza and cake, can you see what my favourite foods are here?) and somewhere along the way we took a short cut that turned into not being a short cut and instead it lead us into hell. It started to rain, plastering my hair to my head and my jeans to my skin. I and my friends, to clarify the we, couldn’t get the map to work (damn you no Wi-Fi) and we kept going 'round in circles.

 In these situations craziness decides to join the party too. I say this because we decided to split up and see which route would get us there the quickest. Why did we do that? Did corny horror movies tell us nothing about a group splitting up? It got so bad and confusing that I had to ring for a lift to just take us there.

I bet you’re wondering how long that took us.

Two and a half hours.

Two long and dreaded half hours and when we finally got there we weren’t even allowed in! Well, at least the rain had stopped.

We decided to then hop over the road and get a mountain of KFC and then watch one of our friends devour about two whole huge buckets of chicken. I won’t be surprised if he’s ill this week. I am a wonderful person.

With food babies, fit to go into labour, we trekked our way into an arcade. I think the walk burned off some of the calories collected in KFC which is a good thing actually. In there we spent an hour getting tickets for playing whack-a-mole (promoting violence on moles since the dawn of time), deal or no deal (where we lost so badly) and dance competitions.

At least we won 331 tickets out of all that.

Getting lost can also lead you down a path of randomness. Randomness that can only be replicated in dreams; which is my event for the next twelve hours.

And when the clock strikes twelve every soul was sleeping; tied deeply within the carnival of the random and the vivid.


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