Long TIME no JOURNAL! I need to write this down.

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Journal by Organized Konfusion on Saturday November 15, 2003 @05:47PM

I need to write this down for two reasons, the batterys in my keyboard are dying rapidly and I think I'm going to fall asleep soon.

I have been up since 12:00 (pm) on friday. The day started off as any other friday. I got the train home from Uni with my friend and arrived home at 18:00, after having a bite to eat I went to see my grandma and my cousins who both live on the same street.

**I recieved a text message** telling me that it is the LAST night ever at TRAZ. Let me elobrate about TRAZ, its the first club that ever let me and my friends in... at the age of 14. We thought it was great, we still do. And over the years we have been going there nearly every week. Over this summer I spent many an evening in there. I believe it to be a huge part of my growing up.

I have experienced everything in that place, from the highs of sex in the dirty toilets to the lows of passing out on the main stage and lying there in a pool of your own sick until you friends find you.

Also I have met hundreds of amazing people there over the years, I only ever saw some people I have grown apart from since high school and college there.

**The last night of Traz**

It was great nearly everyone from our group was there many making special journeys back to Leicester just for the event. Towards the end of the night it got a bit crazy everyone stealing sign's and posters for souveneers.

You see TRAZ was a community more than a night club and we all loved having a place like that where we could belong, a place where seedy lesbians, Scruffy looking rockers, Punks who spent far too much time on their hair, people of all colours could get along and not give a fuck. There were hardly ever fights in there. Alchol was cheap, girls were interesting people as opposed to most that you meet in normal clubs.

I managed to get a coathanger from the cloak room, not the greatest thing but a sintimental treasure I assure you. I will treasure it. I will speak of this place to my grandchildren.

Intrestingly I saw a woman who dragged her son along, I'd guess she wanted to show him where his mommy went out when she was young.

The place was supposed to close at 2AM and if they disobey this then they lose their licence but since they were closing anyway the dj's didnt give a shit and kept the tracks spinning until 4AM. The staff behind the bar turned all the taps towards the dance floor and it was like dancing in the rain. TRAZ has been sold to a strip club chain so some of the girls who were soaked with water decided to give us a wet t-shirt show. One of the dj's got carried away and started stripping! crazy fucking shit. I am going to miss this so much, it has been there as somewhere you can go anytime and you'll meet some people you know.

I got home at 4:30 after dropping a friend home, I just couldnt sleep when I got back. My mind was just going through the memories of traz thinking about the great times. suddenly it was 7am fuck time to wake up for work.

I finished work at 17:30 but had to pick up 3 of my cousins and drop a co-worker home then babysit them until 20:00.

Now its 21:39 I have written this for my own refreence I wish I had more than a coathanger to remember it by. atleast I have this if my memories fade.

You might think this is a very insignificant thing to get sentimental about but its the little things in life that keep you sane, this was one of mine.

Anyone got similar stories?

Jorg, I have been trying to follow your advice as best as I can, I have only drunk 2 days in a row once in the last month. That was wednesday and thursday.

I got really drunk on thurday and don't remember shit that happened to me that night. Fun though. I agreed to join a skiing club.

Did the coding of a project in a day, piece of shit ADA95 so stupidly easy. I have only been to 2 or 3 of the lectures and still know more than half the hopless motherfuckers who want to do computer science. hahahaha they are the fool's whos jobs will be outsourced to india. And you know what I'm going to be the one who owns the outsourcing fucking company. fuck them. serves them right. if you want to be a money grabbing bitch become a lawyer.

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