Sunday, 15 February 2009

Productivity!!!



its reading week. I have read some things!!! that means im being productive! yaaaaay.
but...I refuse to clean my room, take a shower, eat anything aside from pizza and powerade.
But other than that I am at the height of productivity in my pajamas at 6:30 PM.
Im the only one left in the flat. Just little me in this retarded flat. I dont actually mind it.

now for a quick recount of my weekend.

Thurs- Garreths birthday. Garreth was drunk and rosy as soon as i saw him and dressed up as a Russian. I was wearing my proud eagle america shirt. there was a two pound(money not weight) cake from icelands. ice cream cake obviously. So once again I was entertained by Americans circling around the dumb ass rugby players. And then went to GAY GAVS Disco at the union. so fucking stupid. there was a band that was covering cher and its raining men. so obviously i got lots more drinks to compensate. and then began dancing to really gay songs that I cant now remember or recognize- they had to kick us out and make us stop dancing.

Fri- Went to this house party in deptford. It was a gallery but also a house. i dont really know. but basically it was painfully indie. which means the art was horrible and had little to substantiate it and the people were dressed like they cared too much about not caring. and there was free shitty beer. I knocked over a radiator and then added to the art by putting my beer bottles on the mantle with other beers. it looked nicer than most of the art there. i could have hung up my used toilet paper as art. left that and then me freddie and this other girl beth i think went back to our flat to drink the rest of the BORU vodka i had bought earlier. I only have like 4more units. i like talking about alc in units instead of shots. and I was soooo happy and generous. I was just giving people my booze even if they didnt want it. I gave this kid Sam my oyster card. fucking bad idea. but i would have given him my shoes if he had asked. and now hes in manchester till Tuesday. fuckin shit. he was probs in the K-hole when he told me i would get it back tomrrow.
i felt so good and so happpy. and then we were walking to the Amersham for whip it. and as soon as we got there. not a second before or a second later i got sooooo dizzy. and had to go find bathroom. walked into the mens. then ended up puking in the sink of the girls. and then spent the rest of the night on the couch puking on the side. they tried to make me leave but i serisouly couldnt walk and I wouldnt allow adam to carry me home because he loves that feeling like a hero shit. so i told him to fuck off until i could walk. and then puked a bit more when my friend kept putting her drink in my face. then she also took a picture of the puke. it wasnt cute. i was spinny until like noon the next day. i dont know what hit me that night but it was weird. sometimes the alc just doesnt sit.

SAT- Valentines day. Went to burrough market with Christina and Karen. Still felt sick. this is a market exclusivley selling food. and its huge and so many yumsters. I just ate a hot dog cause couldnt handle much else. then went home and slept. made a pizza- ate it. Then went with some people into central to this place Called Bar-Rumba. It was okay. the music was really awesome though. 60's and shit. My friend christina is the cutest drunk i have ever seen in my life. she is so jubilant about everything and just hops around on the dance floor with a huge smile. its so freakin cute. shes asian so its like a little pikachu. and then this guy who was wearing the worst clothes i have ever seen kept getting mad at us because we told him to fuck off. so he stole the candle from the table we were at and then grabbed a napkin off the table and threw it on the ground. really upsetting! haha. he was clearly a huge nerd with an overinflated ego who needed desperatly to go on- what not to wear-. striped ugly button up shirt. then grey shirt with gold graphics underneath. stupid glasses that were fake designer. baggy jeans and sneakers. jeans with sneakers is a mortal sin in my book. I wasnt getting drunk and was just getting tired so we went home after a bit. it was a good night.
oh on the way there we were on the bus and the driver just stopped and wouldnt go. and after a while people were like what is going on. apparently somebody who was disabled hadnt paid. but he didnt even annoucne that. someone disable hadnt paid and now the bus driver just wouldnt go. everyone on that bus had to get onto another bus. it was kind of funny. and there was only one person left on the other bus and im pretty sure it was the disabled person. hahaha


now its sunday.
im going to scotland on weds. lots and lots of work to do before then.
There is chinese food place called uncle wrinkle. so funny. think i will go get some food there now from mr. wrinkle

1 comment:

Christina said...

hahahahahaha Mr Wrinkle. Yes i believe that may be the best name ever.