Paramore

This is really sad, so don't laugh at Euan, even though he's a little prick.

I went into Euan's (room) last night and he was sitting on his bed and crying. I felt really really bad, because I knew what was wrong instantly. I'd seen his milk out of date in the fridge and knew it would hit him hard. I didn't even want him to see it, so I put it in the bin before he could find its empty corpse of a carton. I even tried to take a sniff of it, but because I'm anosmic the smell of off milk was only a rumor.

As you've probably guessed (unless you're Euan (an idiot)), that wasn't the reason that Euan was crying. I asked him if he was okay and he just shoved his facebook in my face (Euan actually has a face book. Every night he goes onto the website and enters every single post that his friends (131 in total) write into this face book. He says it's just so that he can look back and see what's been happening. I've showed him the "previous posts" button, but he doesn't give a fuck). After a few seconds of me laughing at his lack of notifications, he pointed at one post in particular;

"Paramore was amazing!"

I couldn't believe that I'd forgotten. Euan's favourite band in the world were playing in Glasgow and he couldn't get a ticket.

If you don't believe me that he loves them, just check out this picture of his bedroom wall (>>>). It's not even one poster, it's lots of little posters put together to make a big poster. It took him weeks to make. Most students these days have cool posters on there walls (not really. They're nearly always posters of Pulp Fiction or Fight Club, but who's keeping tabs), but Euan's not afraid for people to know he's a little twonk.

As I left Euan's room, I heard him gently singing "Brick by Broken Brick" and it brought a tear to my eye and unlike Euan, I didn't use it as lube.