Met up with a new group of people and went out on the town Saturday night. We watched the Chelsea vs. Manchester United game at the Courtney Arms. It was okay, except that I almost fell asleep a couple of times and some random drunk was horribly sick in front of us. But then we buggered off to a new bar... it just so happened to be the GAY bar.
At one point I went with one of the girls to keep her company while she had a smoke outside. A few our group were on the dancefloor and the rest stayed at the table to drink. Anyway, we were standing there talking when the next thing I know, some girl is leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek before going inside with her girlfriend. W. T. F. That was random.
And I really hate how the library is only open for about three hours on Sundays. That's crap. There's never anything to do to while away Sundays. I hate that.
A couple nights ago I caught this battle of the sexes game on C4. Both the contestants were crap. If I'd been the girl playing I would have kicked ass. First question was "which woman is the US Secretary of State?" and I knew that to be Condoleeza Rice. Niether of them got it. Second question was something like "which teenage football star just broke his foot?" and niether guessed that one either.
The guy didn't give the answer but I'm pretty sure it's Mike Rooney (and I only guess that from watching the game on Saturday). Third question was, "Which actress just named her baby Moses?" and the girl guessed Katie Holmes, which is obviously wrong and I knew it was Gwynneth Paltrow. There were a couple questions after that, but still, if I'd played... :P
That is the most excitement in my life at the moment. I'm pretty boring, yeah. Ah, well.
Fin.
At one point I went with one of the girls to keep her company while she had a smoke outside. A few our group were on the dancefloor and the rest stayed at the table to drink. Anyway, we were standing there talking when the next thing I know, some girl is leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek before going inside with her girlfriend. W. T. F. That was random.
And I really hate how the library is only open for about three hours on Sundays. That's crap. There's never anything to do to while away Sundays. I hate that.
A couple nights ago I caught this battle of the sexes game on C4. Both the contestants were crap. If I'd been the girl playing I would have kicked ass. First question was "which woman is the US Secretary of State?" and I knew that to be Condoleeza Rice. Niether of them got it. Second question was something like "which teenage football star just broke his foot?" and niether guessed that one either.
The guy didn't give the answer but I'm pretty sure it's Mike Rooney (and I only guess that from watching the game on Saturday). Third question was, "Which actress just named her baby Moses?" and the girl guessed Katie Holmes, which is obviously wrong and I knew it was Gwynneth Paltrow. There were a couple questions after that, but still, if I'd played... :P
That is the most excitement in my life at the moment. I'm pretty boring, yeah. Ah, well.
Fin.
So, yeah... call me crazy...
Mar. 21st, 2006 08:49 amI just had the nicest drinking fountain water ever. It was all cold, like... icy cold... just been chillin' for the last several hours cold... soooo good and purified cold. Best. Ever. I want more. I want to fill my drink bottle with it, but, yeah, didn't bring my drink bottle with me.
It's pissing down with rain. For the most part, the weather has been quite lovely while I've been here. But not for the last few days. It blows. I don't like walking around in a cold wet city. :( And I can't see anything out of the train windows when it's raining.
Oh, yes. I was staying at the backpackers, but Dad came down last week with a bunch of Iain's stuff and some of my stuff. Some of it is still being stored at Iain's, but some of it is now at dad's friend Catherine's. She lives in Lower Hutt (err, sorta the Petone area if you know anything about there) and she's offered to let me stay with her while I flat hunt. Not only is it cheaper than the backpackers, but I get cooked dinners every night, and she does my washing. (She'd do my ironing too, 'cept I don't iron anything even if it really ought to be.)
It was kinda freaky hanging up three weeks worth of laundry on the line. There were a lot of socks and a lot of panties. Looked kinda strange next to her granny panties (well, she is a granny) I'm sure. I wonder what Aston would have made of all that lace...
Aston has a really big thing for sexy underwear. And my corset. Of course. I'm sure he'd die if I had thigh high stockings as well. *whistles innocently*
St. Paddy's day I guess we weren't quiet enough, 'cause Paul, who has the room next to Aston, heard us. Which meant I got a text from Craig on Saturday night asking me about it. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't at the hostel on Saturday night 'cause Aston was really, really pissed. I heard about it from James (I forgot to mention James--he's another of the group). It was, apparently, amusing as hell, but also getting to the point of annoying them. They were trying to figure out a way to lose him before they went into town. No such luck, though.
I stopped by the hostel yesterday after class. Poor Brian. When I left Saturday morning he and Conor were out on the deck, STILL drinking... he was totally sloshed. Conor couldn't remember seeing me in Seam earlier in the night, in fact, I think Darren and James are probably the only ones who really registered I was there. Even Aston didn't remember me there, and it was only after he lost everyone and was texting to find out were everyone was that we met up... and Paul heard us.
Anyway, Brian drank so much that he got really sick. He started feeling pain, sorta in the vicinity of his liver. That's gotta suck. He's still recovering, by drinking plenty of water. And holding off the alcohol, probably until a while after this weekend.
Canada tried to give Aston a wedgie on Friday night, and ripped the elastic off my boy's pants. Conor wore it as a necklace the rest of the night and all day Saturday at the cricket match. And Canada has taken to calling me Crazy, which isn't all that original, but I've had worse. I don't really like being around him when he's drunk, but he is amusing in small doses.
Who knows what sort of crazy shit we're likely to get up to next Friday... It kinda sucks, though. Darren and Mike have left. Canada's going soon. Aston, Neriss, and a couple others are all leaving in two weeks. I wish I'd got to be with the group for longer. But, hey, I'll remember the good times that we did have, and all that.
Fin.
It's pissing down with rain. For the most part, the weather has been quite lovely while I've been here. But not for the last few days. It blows. I don't like walking around in a cold wet city. :( And I can't see anything out of the train windows when it's raining.
Oh, yes. I was staying at the backpackers, but Dad came down last week with a bunch of Iain's stuff and some of my stuff. Some of it is still being stored at Iain's, but some of it is now at dad's friend Catherine's. She lives in Lower Hutt (err, sorta the Petone area if you know anything about there) and she's offered to let me stay with her while I flat hunt. Not only is it cheaper than the backpackers, but I get cooked dinners every night, and she does my washing. (She'd do my ironing too, 'cept I don't iron anything even if it really ought to be.)
It was kinda freaky hanging up three weeks worth of laundry on the line. There were a lot of socks and a lot of panties. Looked kinda strange next to her granny panties (well, she is a granny) I'm sure. I wonder what Aston would have made of all that lace...
Aston has a really big thing for sexy underwear. And my corset. Of course. I'm sure he'd die if I had thigh high stockings as well. *whistles innocently*
St. Paddy's day I guess we weren't quiet enough, 'cause Paul, who has the room next to Aston, heard us. Which meant I got a text from Craig on Saturday night asking me about it. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't at the hostel on Saturday night 'cause Aston was really, really pissed. I heard about it from James (I forgot to mention James--he's another of the group). It was, apparently, amusing as hell, but also getting to the point of annoying them. They were trying to figure out a way to lose him before they went into town. No such luck, though.
I stopped by the hostel yesterday after class. Poor Brian. When I left Saturday morning he and Conor were out on the deck, STILL drinking... he was totally sloshed. Conor couldn't remember seeing me in Seam earlier in the night, in fact, I think Darren and James are probably the only ones who really registered I was there. Even Aston didn't remember me there, and it was only after he lost everyone and was texting to find out were everyone was that we met up... and Paul heard us.
Anyway, Brian drank so much that he got really sick. He started feeling pain, sorta in the vicinity of his liver. That's gotta suck. He's still recovering, by drinking plenty of water. And holding off the alcohol, probably until a while after this weekend.
Canada tried to give Aston a wedgie on Friday night, and ripped the elastic off my boy's pants. Conor wore it as a necklace the rest of the night and all day Saturday at the cricket match. And Canada has taken to calling me Crazy, which isn't all that original, but I've had worse. I don't really like being around him when he's drunk, but he is amusing in small doses.
Who knows what sort of crazy shit we're likely to get up to next Friday... It kinda sucks, though. Darren and Mike have left. Canada's going soon. Aston, Neriss, and a couple others are all leaving in two weeks. I wish I'd got to be with the group for longer. But, hey, I'll remember the good times that we did have, and all that.
Fin.
zomg an update
Mar. 11th, 2006 04:42 pmOkay, since I have left for Wellington...
-I lost my emo glasses. Boo.
-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iowabound had a baby. Congrats!
-My dad's good friend Ratu was killed in a car accident. Le sigh.
-ishimish had a birthday. Happy crotchdropping day!
-suffered my first hangovers. Damn
-scored with a british boy. Yay!
His name is Carl, but everyone calls him Aston Villa. He's from Birmingham. Brown eyes, brown hair (the tips are blonde), about 6 feet I guess, and 22 years old. He's not the hottest thing to walk the earth, but he sure isn't breaking any mirrors either. Well... maybe with his voice. He's one of those natrually loud people.
I know I toldshiseiji last Friday that I quite fancied this boy Darren... but then Carl returned on that Sunday and, well... Darren never appeared to fancy me very much anywho. It's rather cool, I started talking to Darren a couple of days into my coming to this place, and suddenly found myself integrated into this large group of folks who've all been together a month or more. Even Canada took a liking to me, and he rather despises kiwi girls. I'm playing up my half-bredness. I'm also sounding less American, particularly when drunk, as I pick up on the Brit's accent. Or, hell, one time I was talking to John, who's Irish, and saying things with the Irish accent almost. Actually, let me go over the group...
There's Eric (Canada), John (Horse), Craig (Craig David), Neriss, Carl (Aston), Darren (Jesus), Paul, Connor, Brian, Vince (Milan, or Vincent Vegas), Mike (Party Mike), and, um, there was also these guys Johnny and Valentine, but they've left. Anyway, Neriss and Connor are the only girls, so they appreciate having another girl around to talk girl talk. I'm the youngest, though. Neriss, John, or Canada is the oldest. Not sure which.
Craig and Canada are in competition over pulling girls... I think Craig is in the lead after getting two girls in one night. There was supposed to be lots of points if any of them scored with the twin sister of Milan's gf. It was their 20th last night, and we all went. I ended up dragging my boy off some time before two, since despite my being smashed, I seemed to realise that if I didn't do something he'd get kicked out anyway. Still, got teased for it this morning, didn't I?
Anyway, am alive, doing all right, school is school, as per usual, and flat hunting blows chunks... but is necessary. Lemme know what you're up to, 'cause I'm bound to miss stuff even if I hit up the f-list.
Fin.
-I lost my emo glasses. Boo.
-
iowabound had a baby. Congrats!-My dad's good friend Ratu was killed in a car accident. Le sigh.
-
ishimish had a birthday. Happy crotchdropping day!-suffered my first hangovers. Damn
-scored with a british boy. Yay!
His name is Carl, but everyone calls him Aston Villa. He's from Birmingham. Brown eyes, brown hair (the tips are blonde), about 6 feet I guess, and 22 years old. He's not the hottest thing to walk the earth, but he sure isn't breaking any mirrors either. Well... maybe with his voice. He's one of those natrually loud people.
I know I told
shiseiji last Friday that I quite fancied this boy Darren... but then Carl returned on that Sunday and, well... Darren never appeared to fancy me very much anywho. It's rather cool, I started talking to Darren a couple of days into my coming to this place, and suddenly found myself integrated into this large group of folks who've all been together a month or more. Even Canada took a liking to me, and he rather despises kiwi girls. I'm playing up my half-bredness. I'm also sounding less American, particularly when drunk, as I pick up on the Brit's accent. Or, hell, one time I was talking to John, who's Irish, and saying things with the Irish accent almost. Actually, let me go over the group...There's Eric (Canada), John (Horse), Craig (Craig David), Neriss, Carl (Aston), Darren (Jesus), Paul, Connor, Brian, Vince (Milan, or Vincent Vegas), Mike (Party Mike), and, um, there was also these guys Johnny and Valentine, but they've left. Anyway, Neriss and Connor are the only girls, so they appreciate having another girl around to talk girl talk. I'm the youngest, though. Neriss, John, or Canada is the oldest. Not sure which.
Craig and Canada are in competition over pulling girls... I think Craig is in the lead after getting two girls in one night. There was supposed to be lots of points if any of them scored with the twin sister of Milan's gf. It was their 20th last night, and we all went. I ended up dragging my boy off some time before two, since despite my being smashed, I seemed to realise that if I didn't do something he'd get kicked out anyway. Still, got teased for it this morning, didn't I?
Anyway, am alive, doing all right, school is school, as per usual, and flat hunting blows chunks... but is necessary. Lemme know what you're up to, 'cause I'm bound to miss stuff even if I hit up the f-list.
Fin.
Call up the line
Feb. 22nd, 2006 05:57 pmIt's Oh So Quiet Bjiork
( lyrics )
'Cause I like 'em.
Off to Wellington soon. Will be around even less. Oh noes!
Life goes on.
I think, just possibly, I have a lot of books. Fucking heavy.
Speaking of swearing, "cunt" is such a fun word to say. CUNT. (I know you love it when I talk dirty. Ooooh yeah.)
Cut offs are fun, except when there's a bajillion flies around and I can't tell if the tickling on my legs is just the frayed bits, or a fly... There's a multitude of the bastards about, and they're fly spray resistant or something, 'cause they keep not dying in significant numbers.
CSI NY, Bones, Lost, and Invasion tonight. Unfortunately not on the same channel. 'Spose I can tape one channel and watch the other... or Ange will and we'll watch it tomorrow. Yep, going over topandoras_evil_t's for a wine and movie, so likely we'll watch that too or she'll never get around to it.
Made a CD for my mum with these songs on it:
( I just love using the cut )
Fin.
Edited to add a couple memes, 'cause whiskey tango foxtrot
1) Does my username suit me?
2) Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3) Does my journal expand your knowledge of me?
4) Do you think my bio describes me well?
5) Which of my interests surprises you the least?
6) Which of my interests surprises you the most?
7) Which of my interests needs explaining?
8) Which of my userpics suits me best?
9) Which of my userpics suits me least?
10) Which of my userpics needs explaining?
aaaand...
Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things.
( lyrics )
'Cause I like 'em.
Off to Wellington soon. Will be around even less. Oh noes!
Life goes on.
I think, just possibly, I have a lot of books. Fucking heavy.
Speaking of swearing, "cunt" is such a fun word to say. CUNT. (I know you love it when I talk dirty. Ooooh yeah.)
Cut offs are fun, except when there's a bajillion flies around and I can't tell if the tickling on my legs is just the frayed bits, or a fly... There's a multitude of the bastards about, and they're fly spray resistant or something, 'cause they keep not dying in significant numbers.
CSI NY, Bones, Lost, and Invasion tonight. Unfortunately not on the same channel. 'Spose I can tape one channel and watch the other... or Ange will and we'll watch it tomorrow. Yep, going over to
pandoras_evil_t's for a wine and movie, so likely we'll watch that too or she'll never get around to it. Made a CD for my mum with these songs on it:
( I just love using the cut )
Fin.
Edited to add a couple memes, 'cause whiskey tango foxtrot
1) Does my username suit me?
2) Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3) Does my journal expand your knowledge of me?
4) Do you think my bio describes me well?
5) Which of my interests surprises you the least?
6) Which of my interests surprises you the most?
7) Which of my interests needs explaining?
8) Which of my userpics suits me best?
9) Which of my userpics suits me least?
10) Which of my userpics needs explaining?
aaaand...
Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things.
Icon Requests
Feb. 7th, 2006 10:07 pmleodric_kain requested an icon, so I've got a few he can choose from. And, yeah, you can gack if you feel that way inclined...Not cutting because it's just six.
01.
02. 
03. 
Different coloured text to choose from those, and then, I thought, what the hell, some others you might enjoy:
04.
05. 
06. 
Umm, lemme know if they're worthy or if you'd like different text, colour, background, whatev. Am happy to change anything you don't like.
A week after Ange's birthday bash and again I helped her drink booze. I went over to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (zomg Johnny is the most sinister and hilarious Willy Wonka EVER, and I <3 him) and the Blue Collar Comedy Tour (fucking hilarious--yeah, my word of the day.). Then we started copying a bunch of my CDs on to her comp for her perusal, and tomorrow I'm going back to her place for two things:
1. to straighten my hair again. Whee!
2. to go through her music and make some of my own mixes. Yay!
Righty, dad wants the comp and this was because I said I'd post these tonight for Jas'n. Night y'all.
Fin.
a list of drinks
Feb. 4th, 2006 11:57 pm1 Tattoo (vokda and cranberry)
1 shot B52 (half coffee liquer half orang liquer)
1 Vivo (vodka feijoa and apple)
1 shot B52
1 Mudshake (err... coffee and some alcocoal,pandoras_evil_t might be able to tell you)
1 Vivo
1 shot B52
1 gin and tonic with a twist of lemon
pshhhed much? ver, ver muych so. Like totally.
I'm talking to some ex of Iain's on his screenname. He rname is Cindy and she was with him way back when I was with the Smurf. that's Chris. Bloody hell. So much for crashing after The Mexican. it's the night for Brad Pitt on tv2 apparently, 'cause I'm sure he's the voice for Sinbad which was on before. I only caught the tail end and it must ahvebeen him. Could look in imdb if I was less pissed.
Heee!!!!!
could almost make a pass at lj dj except I totally lack at the funny. Alas and alack. And lawks.
Fin.
Edit: hahaha I mean![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ljdq. Get if cufking right roman! lman... okay, beddtime methinks. night night y'all.
1 shot B52 (half coffee liquer half orang liquer)
1 Vivo (vodka feijoa and apple)
1 shot B52
1 Mudshake (err... coffee and some alcocoal,
pandoras_evil_t might be able to tell you)1 Vivo
1 shot B52
1 gin and tonic with a twist of lemon
pshhhed much? ver, ver muych so. Like totally.
I'm talking to some ex of Iain's on his screenname. He rname is Cindy and she was with him way back when I was with the Smurf. that's Chris. Bloody hell. So much for crashing after The Mexican. it's the night for Brad Pitt on tv2 apparently, 'cause I'm sure he's the voice for Sinbad which was on before. I only caught the tail end and it must ahvebeen him. Could look in imdb if I was less pissed.
Heee!!!!!
could almost make a pass at lj dj except I totally lack at the funny. Alas and alack. And lawks.
Fin.
Edit: hahaha I mean
ljdq. Get if cufking right roman! lman... okay, beddtime methinks. night night y'all.
La la la la...
Feb. 1st, 2006 07:00 pmWhee!
Monday night I went over topandoras_evil_t's. It's her birthday on Friday. But, niether Anita nor I could manage to do her birthday thing on her birthday. So we learned how to play this game of the_chief_80's, Dirty Minds. Through some very... naughty descriptions, you have to guess what it actually is, usually something very innocent.
Anyway, yesterday we went mini-golfing. Shock of all shocks... I thought for sure I was sucking majorly. I thought I was making even Andrea look good. Although I did manage to score a hole in one. Anita got two. But at the end of it all (us girls a bit burned, oops), I was tallying up the scores...
Andrea: 83
Anita: 78
Damian: 74
Hana: 72
...
I can't believe I bloody won. I mean, I was usually scoring around 5 shots per hole. And in the beginning I was terrible. But apparently not that bad. Eh, bien. It was fun. We all had fun, and then we went to get the booze.
Ange bought a case of Tattoo, some Archer's, some mudshakes, a sparkling white, and a chardonnay. I got a six pack of B52 shots, some gin and tonic with lemon, and some vodka feijoa and apple. And we had a lovely evening of more Dirty Minds, and Scum, and this other card game, Morning Queen. It's the perfect game to play when drunk. It's hard enough to do sober, but drunk? Whoa.
You deal out all the cards between the players, and the aim of the game is to get rid of all your cards. You don't look at the cards you're given. The first person flips their card over. If it's a number, next person flips a card. If it's a jack, everyone has to say, "Hi, Jack." The last person to say it has to pick up all the cards in the pile and add it to their deck. If the card is a queen, everyone says, "Morning, Queen." Again, last person gets the cards. Not a good thing. If it's a king, everyone salutes. This one's the bitch. You end up whacking your forehead so many times. And if it's an ace, everyone slaps their hand on the pile. You don't want to be slow with these things. Or screw up which you say. For whatever reason, I was really good at getting out.
We watched some TV, before Anita and then Damian buggered off. Andrea got so much more toasted then I did. I was feeling really good though. We watched the Secret Garden. And then we watched Fern Gully. I did not know Christian Slater did the voice of Pips in that movie. (The boy fairy chasing after Chrysta, for those who don't remember) There were some cartoons on the tape after Fern Gully, so we watched this weird little cartoon, Animaniacs, and Batman. Then we went to bed.
Oh, and cards... new variation to Scum: Joker trumps all. Doesn't matter if it's singles, pairs, triples, or a quad, one Joker overrules everything. And you can't play the other Joker on it either, and steal the trump.
I finally came home around noon-ish, to find Iain at his computer. He was just starting to watch the first episode of Stargate Atlantis. He's got both seasons on the comp. When he told me that, I told him I love him. I missed an episode or two though, 'cause I got bored and took a walk. Lovely thing, it had been muggy all day, and kind of overcast. It wasn't 'til I was out walking, exactly halfway through my established walk route, when it started bucketing down. Thing was, though I got soaked through, I felt soooooo good for it. It was a relief.
Dad tried talking to us earlier about something. Iain finally snapped and pointed out we were watching a tv show here, can it wait? It could. I can't even remember what he was trying to talk to us about.
Fin.
Monday night I went over to
pandoras_evil_t's. It's her birthday on Friday. But, niether Anita nor I could manage to do her birthday thing on her birthday. So we learned how to play this game of the_chief_80's, Dirty Minds. Through some very... naughty descriptions, you have to guess what it actually is, usually something very innocent.Anyway, yesterday we went mini-golfing. Shock of all shocks... I thought for sure I was sucking majorly. I thought I was making even Andrea look good. Although I did manage to score a hole in one. Anita got two. But at the end of it all (us girls a bit burned, oops), I was tallying up the scores...
Andrea: 83
Anita: 78
Damian: 74
Hana: 72
...
I can't believe I bloody won. I mean, I was usually scoring around 5 shots per hole. And in the beginning I was terrible. But apparently not that bad. Eh, bien. It was fun. We all had fun, and then we went to get the booze.
Ange bought a case of Tattoo, some Archer's, some mudshakes, a sparkling white, and a chardonnay. I got a six pack of B52 shots, some gin and tonic with lemon, and some vodka feijoa and apple. And we had a lovely evening of more Dirty Minds, and Scum, and this other card game, Morning Queen. It's the perfect game to play when drunk. It's hard enough to do sober, but drunk? Whoa.
You deal out all the cards between the players, and the aim of the game is to get rid of all your cards. You don't look at the cards you're given. The first person flips their card over. If it's a number, next person flips a card. If it's a jack, everyone has to say, "Hi, Jack." The last person to say it has to pick up all the cards in the pile and add it to their deck. If the card is a queen, everyone says, "Morning, Queen." Again, last person gets the cards. Not a good thing. If it's a king, everyone salutes. This one's the bitch. You end up whacking your forehead so many times. And if it's an ace, everyone slaps their hand on the pile. You don't want to be slow with these things. Or screw up which you say. For whatever reason, I was really good at getting out.
We watched some TV, before Anita and then Damian buggered off. Andrea got so much more toasted then I did. I was feeling really good though. We watched the Secret Garden. And then we watched Fern Gully. I did not know Christian Slater did the voice of Pips in that movie. (The boy fairy chasing after Chrysta, for those who don't remember) There were some cartoons on the tape after Fern Gully, so we watched this weird little cartoon, Animaniacs, and Batman. Then we went to bed.
Oh, and cards... new variation to Scum: Joker trumps all. Doesn't matter if it's singles, pairs, triples, or a quad, one Joker overrules everything. And you can't play the other Joker on it either, and steal the trump.
I finally came home around noon-ish, to find Iain at his computer. He was just starting to watch the first episode of Stargate Atlantis. He's got both seasons on the comp. When he told me that, I told him I love him. I missed an episode or two though, 'cause I got bored and took a walk. Lovely thing, it had been muggy all day, and kind of overcast. It wasn't 'til I was out walking, exactly halfway through my established walk route, when it started bucketing down. Thing was, though I got soaked through, I felt soooooo good for it. It was a relief.
Dad tried talking to us earlier about something. Iain finally snapped and pointed out we were watching a tv show here, can it wait? It could. I can't even remember what he was trying to talk to us about.
Fin.
I love this pic...
Jan. 30th, 2006 07:55 pm
Tell me how you're doing. What you're doing. Where you're doing it. :P I'm over at
pandoras_evil_t's for her little birthday thingamujig; spending tonight and tomorrow night. Getting off my face tomorrow night. Will not hit on anybody, I swear. I feel bad for the_chief_80 since he must remain in the land of sobriety. But hey, someone's gotta do it. Fin.
Write it down, woman!
Jan. 9th, 2006 08:11 pmOkay, okay, update.
Last weekend my friend Gino celebrated his 21st. His birthday is the 27th of December, but he didn't celebrate it 'til the 7th. It was on his MSN contact name, so I asked if it was an open invite--it was. So I went. Gave mum's love to his parents Paul and Pauline. It was funny, because when I sent out all these Christmas cards earlier, I sent one to them. Pauline said, when she got it, she asked Gino if he knew I was in Hamilton (yes) and had I been invited (yes, at least twice already). It's all good.
Gino, upon seeing me, couldn't remember the last time he'd seen me. I reminded him not only had we run into each other in town back in July, but we all had dinner at his place back when Mum came down with me. Idjit. Gave him a bit of a hard time about that.
My drinks of the night: Woody's bourbon and coke (6% this time, not like the 8% I had at New years) and vodka cruiser's black.
Anyway, a lot of fun conversations. I knew maybe two or three people. But that didn't bother me. Certainly not when I found my main audience seemed to be this friend of Gino's, Bjiorn. Remember this. It will come up in the test at the end of the semester. Dinner was a lovely BBQ with lots of fish (ugh, none for me), sausages and venison. A lot of people were just so hungry they ate their forks. (Not really. The shitty little plastic bastards had a mean tendency to let their prongs snap off.) Garlic bread of course. These are Italian's after all.
And then the speeches. Poor Gino. Having both his parents speak up. And having to do a yard glass. Oh, most of it ended up down his shirt or chundered on the lawn, but still. Gotta admire him for finishing it even after puking. Plus we were all cheering him on 'cause we're so kind. His dad was the one holding the bottom of the glass. He got very, very pished.
I got to the point of being almost sick, and pushed it. So I threw up as well. But not long after that, I left with Bjiorn and a couple of the guys to go into town. Gino was wanting to go into town as well... I found out from him in a text this morning that his friends did take him in, he nearly passed out in Garden Place so they took him home, where he did pass out. Apparently his hangover didn't kill him, or make him want to kill himself. Town was... well, there were a lot of people. But it was, as Bjiorn put it, rather trashy. He lives in Wellington and it's apparently much better there (goood!).
And we were... somewhere, and they were buying drinks--Bjiorn insisted on buying me a drink, and then wouldn't tell me what I was getting 'til I had it--and some blond chick came up to me and said, "You're hot, honey." *blinks* I have no idea how intoxicated she must have been at the time. *grins* Anyway, my drink turned out to be vodka with lemon, apple juice, and feijoa juice. Not bad at all. But we didn't stay long, and so...
Bjiorn dropped the boys off at their homes and he and I went somewhere to... go for a walk. *coughs* Let's just say I'll be wearing my hair down for the next few days--which btw,pandoras_evil_t straightened for me today--so I don't get any questions about the, um, marks. My pants zipper got broken... oops. And, so, yeah. He lives in Wellington, which is, rather nicely, where I want to be for the next few years for uni. Sooo...
Who knows.
Wish I had a digital camera so I could show you pictures of me with straight hair. It's so weird. Cool, but undeniably weird. Ta ta now y'all.
Fin.
Last weekend my friend Gino celebrated his 21st. His birthday is the 27th of December, but he didn't celebrate it 'til the 7th. It was on his MSN contact name, so I asked if it was an open invite--it was. So I went. Gave mum's love to his parents Paul and Pauline. It was funny, because when I sent out all these Christmas cards earlier, I sent one to them. Pauline said, when she got it, she asked Gino if he knew I was in Hamilton (yes) and had I been invited (yes, at least twice already). It's all good.
Gino, upon seeing me, couldn't remember the last time he'd seen me. I reminded him not only had we run into each other in town back in July, but we all had dinner at his place back when Mum came down with me. Idjit. Gave him a bit of a hard time about that.
My drinks of the night: Woody's bourbon and coke (6% this time, not like the 8% I had at New years) and vodka cruiser's black.
Anyway, a lot of fun conversations. I knew maybe two or three people. But that didn't bother me. Certainly not when I found my main audience seemed to be this friend of Gino's, Bjiorn. Remember this. It will come up in the test at the end of the semester. Dinner was a lovely BBQ with lots of fish (ugh, none for me), sausages and venison. A lot of people were just so hungry they ate their forks. (Not really. The shitty little plastic bastards had a mean tendency to let their prongs snap off.) Garlic bread of course. These are Italian's after all.
And then the speeches. Poor Gino. Having both his parents speak up. And having to do a yard glass. Oh, most of it ended up down his shirt or chundered on the lawn, but still. Gotta admire him for finishing it even after puking. Plus we were all cheering him on 'cause we're so kind. His dad was the one holding the bottom of the glass. He got very, very pished.
I got to the point of being almost sick, and pushed it. So I threw up as well. But not long after that, I left with Bjiorn and a couple of the guys to go into town. Gino was wanting to go into town as well... I found out from him in a text this morning that his friends did take him in, he nearly passed out in Garden Place so they took him home, where he did pass out. Apparently his hangover didn't kill him, or make him want to kill himself. Town was... well, there were a lot of people. But it was, as Bjiorn put it, rather trashy. He lives in Wellington and it's apparently much better there (goood!).
And we were... somewhere, and they were buying drinks--Bjiorn insisted on buying me a drink, and then wouldn't tell me what I was getting 'til I had it--and some blond chick came up to me and said, "You're hot, honey." *blinks* I have no idea how intoxicated she must have been at the time. *grins* Anyway, my drink turned out to be vodka with lemon, apple juice, and feijoa juice. Not bad at all. But we didn't stay long, and so...
Bjiorn dropped the boys off at their homes and he and I went somewhere to... go for a walk. *coughs* Let's just say I'll be wearing my hair down for the next few days--which btw,
pandoras_evil_t straightened for me today--so I don't get any questions about the, um, marks. My pants zipper got broken... oops. And, so, yeah. He lives in Wellington, which is, rather nicely, where I want to be for the next few years for uni. Sooo... Who knows.
Wish I had a digital camera so I could show you pictures of me with straight hair. It's so weird. Cool, but undeniably weird. Ta ta now y'all.
Fin.
Dad's trying to get me drunk.
Dec. 8th, 2005 06:52 pm*clears throat* Ahem. An experiment in cooking has led to a lovely, lovely meal. Therefore:
Take
1 lb. mincemeat
1 onion, chopped in whichever style you prefer
some garlic, also chopped
and put into a wok with some coconut oil. Brown the meat, then add
1 tsp. oregano
1/4 tsp. allspice
1/4 cup sweet chili sauce
1 can chopped tomatoes (or fresh, if you want)
and chives, chopped.
Stir for a few minutes, then let simmer for half an hour (or thereabouts). Serve on rice (or pasta, probably spirals) and enjoy. Make the person who didn't help cook do the dishes.
Measurements need not be as exact as written, but that is the approximate amount of added ingredients. And it was wonderful. Now I'm enjoying a cup of properly brewed coffee with a shot of rum in it. Dad keeps offering to put more rum in it so I'll 'get sleepy' which will let him and Suzy do... unthinkable things. *laughs* Mmm, dark chocolate.
( 2005 meme )
Fin.
Take
1 lb. mincemeat
1 onion, chopped in whichever style you prefer
some garlic, also chopped
and put into a wok with some coconut oil. Brown the meat, then add
1 tsp. oregano
1/4 tsp. allspice
1/4 cup sweet chili sauce
1 can chopped tomatoes (or fresh, if you want)
and chives, chopped.
Stir for a few minutes, then let simmer for half an hour (or thereabouts). Serve on rice (or pasta, probably spirals) and enjoy. Make the person who didn't help cook do the dishes.
Measurements need not be as exact as written, but that is the approximate amount of added ingredients. And it was wonderful. Now I'm enjoying a cup of properly brewed coffee with a shot of rum in it. Dad keeps offering to put more rum in it so I'll 'get sleepy' which will let him and Suzy do... unthinkable things. *laughs* Mmm, dark chocolate.
( 2005 meme )
Fin.
Don't like
Nov. 24th, 2005 08:04 pmPumpkin pie: yep, still don't like it. Tried it for the first time in years as a sort of "just checking" and there was a lovely huge piece of pastry for my piece, and it was made by Eileen rather than dad. Figured it would be polite to eat it. But admitted I don't care for the pie. The cookies and cream ice cream was vair nice though.
Brandy: ughhhhhh *shudders* Never had it before. Nope, don't like it.
Today was not dad's day.
We went to the bank today, because the fucktard clerk who served me on Friday when I deposited his Christmas check from Gma and Gpa McFarland totally fucked up. For one thing, she told me that I could no deposit my check into my dad's account (which I need to do, because my account is overdrafted at the mo and I need to fix that up). For another, she deposited dad's check into the wrong account. Wrong, as in, not his. So we talked to this guy there, and he fixed up with dad's money, and looked to see IF I could deposit my check into his account--I could, I just had to write on the check to deposit in his account along with my endorsement.
And that was okay. Although we had to deal with a couple shitty drivers on the way there. And dad was pissed because his bottle of ink for his quill pen had disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not in the house, not left at the course place he's been at. No sign.
So, we get to Chartwell and get a new bottle of ink. If I suddenly find myself up $200 I'd love to buy him a new printer/copier/scanner--the current printer has utterly died. No surprises as it's at least five, no, six years old. But yeah, that's just a secret desire. Anyway, over to the mall to look in the hardware store at curtain rings. Thing was, dad was sure the rings they had in the style he needed were too small, so he didn't get them. When we got back, we learned they'd been the same size as the four he already had here.
But yeah, got back, and I open the door of the van and look down to be sure of my footing when I get out. Guess what I see lying in the dirt? Yeah, uh-huh, the missing ink bottle. Oh, how I laughed and laughed. Dad, he saw, and rolled his eyes in the "that's just typical" fashion... said that yes, it was funny, but he couldn't laugh right now.
We weren't home more than two or three minutes, and Suzy showed up. She was getting dinner in order and all, and then Eileen showed up with one of her pumpkin pies. It is, after all, Thanksgiving--even though I'm the only American of the household. Dad's not got American citizenship anymore. He's gone Kiwi. But yeah, it was celebrating both Thanksgiving and the fact Dad's citizenship papers went through finally. I really impressed them when I got up and made coffee for Dad and Eileen, and got a glass of apple juice for Suzy--without any motivation for myself (I wasn't thirsty, I was just being the good hostess) and I hid in the kitchen washing the dishes and being a total Domestic Goddess. No wonder dad said, "We'll keep you on." (I neglected to mention how many times Gary has said that when I've been a good little helpful daughter--Dad would not appreciate the comparison)
I was very good, and resisted going on the computer until almost 7:30 or so--only to discover when dad and I left this afternoon not only had he left the computer on, he'd left the internet connection on. There were no messages or anything though, so that's all right.
I hope LJ gets it all sorted and starts sending email notifications right. It's confusing to get maybe half of the notifications and find 'extra' comments on an entry. It makes me wonder if there are any replies or comments I'm completely missing because I don't even know where to check.
*laughs* Eileen just coughed. Lin is in the kitchen, making stir fry like he usually does. And what is part of the stir fry? Chile. It makes the eyes water a little, and often makes us cough, too. They're waiting for it to hit me. Poor Eileen is asthmatic though so no wonder it's affecting her.
*coughs* There we go!
Fin.
Brandy: ughhhhhh *shudders* Never had it before. Nope, don't like it.
Today was not dad's day.
We went to the bank today, because the fucktard clerk who served me on Friday when I deposited his Christmas check from Gma and Gpa McFarland totally fucked up. For one thing, she told me that I could no deposit my check into my dad's account (which I need to do, because my account is overdrafted at the mo and I need to fix that up). For another, she deposited dad's check into the wrong account. Wrong, as in, not his. So we talked to this guy there, and he fixed up with dad's money, and looked to see IF I could deposit my check into his account--I could, I just had to write on the check to deposit in his account along with my endorsement.
And that was okay. Although we had to deal with a couple shitty drivers on the way there. And dad was pissed because his bottle of ink for his quill pen had disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not in the house, not left at the course place he's been at. No sign.
So, we get to Chartwell and get a new bottle of ink. If I suddenly find myself up $200 I'd love to buy him a new printer/copier/scanner--the current printer has utterly died. No surprises as it's at least five, no, six years old. But yeah, that's just a secret desire. Anyway, over to the mall to look in the hardware store at curtain rings. Thing was, dad was sure the rings they had in the style he needed were too small, so he didn't get them. When we got back, we learned they'd been the same size as the four he already had here.
But yeah, got back, and I open the door of the van and look down to be sure of my footing when I get out. Guess what I see lying in the dirt? Yeah, uh-huh, the missing ink bottle. Oh, how I laughed and laughed. Dad, he saw, and rolled his eyes in the "that's just typical" fashion... said that yes, it was funny, but he couldn't laugh right now.
We weren't home more than two or three minutes, and Suzy showed up. She was getting dinner in order and all, and then Eileen showed up with one of her pumpkin pies. It is, after all, Thanksgiving--even though I'm the only American of the household. Dad's not got American citizenship anymore. He's gone Kiwi. But yeah, it was celebrating both Thanksgiving and the fact Dad's citizenship papers went through finally. I really impressed them when I got up and made coffee for Dad and Eileen, and got a glass of apple juice for Suzy--without any motivation for myself (I wasn't thirsty, I was just being the good hostess) and I hid in the kitchen washing the dishes and being a total Domestic Goddess. No wonder dad said, "We'll keep you on." (I neglected to mention how many times Gary has said that when I've been a good little helpful daughter--Dad would not appreciate the comparison)
I was very good, and resisted going on the computer until almost 7:30 or so--only to discover when dad and I left this afternoon not only had he left the computer on, he'd left the internet connection on. There were no messages or anything though, so that's all right.
I hope LJ gets it all sorted and starts sending email notifications right. It's confusing to get maybe half of the notifications and find 'extra' comments on an entry. It makes me wonder if there are any replies or comments I'm completely missing because I don't even know where to check.
*laughs* Eileen just coughed. Lin is in the kitchen, making stir fry like he usually does. And what is part of the stir fry? Chile. It makes the eyes water a little, and often makes us cough, too. They're waiting for it to hit me. Poor Eileen is asthmatic though so no wonder it's affecting her.
*coughs* There we go!
Fin.
Booked and ready
Nov. 12th, 2005 09:44 amLast night...
Last night was totally random. Really fun, but definitely random. *giggles* I got offline rather early, it wasn't even 10 o'clock, and went back to my room. Had a bit of a craving, so I made myself a coffee--and nearly gave myself a fright that my milk was already past its due date when it isn't--and settled down to begin rereading Chamber of Secrets. Did you know I've only read it once before? Yeah, it and PoA... and HBP, but that one's recent enough it's okay I've only read it once.
Anyway, was reading, then at about 10:30 I got a bit antsy, so I decided to take a late night stroll. As I was finishing my circuit, I came across Shan, Rodolfo, and several of their foreign friends all walking, and drinking--they were going to a party up on the hill on the other side of campus, at Atawhai. And I went, "What the hell, why not?" and joined them upon their invitation. And started helping Shan finish his bottle of homemade vodka he bought from some guy very cheaply.
I am sooooooooooooo glad I don't live in Atawhai. Their steps are so much worse than ours. I felt so unfit after getting to the top, though for a while there it seemed like they would never end. Then it was just a case of follow the noise to find the party.
It was cool. They were doing some face painting of maori tattoo designs and stuff. One of these German girls picked out a moko design, and it ended up looking like a goatee--a rather Bulgarian goatee. Wanna know the funniest part? I picked the same design but had Shan paint me instead of the dude who painted her, and it looked much, much different. (and not like a bloody goatee) And better.
I did not, in fact, get drunk. But even then, I was trying to tell Rodolfo that Shan painted me, only I accidentally said 'she' instead of 'he'. Rodolfo was in fits--he's such a lightweight, btw--and Shan was like, "Did you have to say that in front of him? Call me she if you want, but not in front of him!" But then, Shan did get his revenge later in the night on our way home, after Rodolfo had answered a call to nature and said he was done, Shan said (rather quietly I might add), "Good girl."
Haha, some of my conversation topics includedmacjinx and dragonrider7 because I was talking to a lot of German people. There was one Swiss-German guy as well. But yeah, a little bit about "my friend from Finland" (It's Europe, it's a funny language :P, it's one of my motivations to visit there) and "my friend who's an Au Pair in Germany" as well as a little bit about the German exchange students we had at KSS. *laughs* It was good fun though.
They had some starburst lollipops, and it was kinda funny nursing a beer and eating one of those too. And one point one of Shan's German friends tried to take my lollipop for some reason, but was placated when I handed him an unopened one that I'd had in my pocket. When Shan, Rodolfo and I were walking back to our halls at about two, Shan asked if anyone had a lollipop, and I held up a second one that had been in my pocket--but Shan was too slow and Rodolfo ran off with it.
Heh, I'm glad I didn't have Annalise's night. She had one of the kittens in her room for the night, and for the first three hours it kept waking her up with its meowing. Then she had the kitten on her bed, but it started running around everywhere. It just wouldn't shut up and go to sleep. *shakes head* Some of my worst nights of sleep have been when I've let our new puppy or kitten stay in my room for the night.
I'm going home on Monday night!
Fin.
Last night was totally random. Really fun, but definitely random. *giggles* I got offline rather early, it wasn't even 10 o'clock, and went back to my room. Had a bit of a craving, so I made myself a coffee--and nearly gave myself a fright that my milk was already past its due date when it isn't--and settled down to begin rereading Chamber of Secrets. Did you know I've only read it once before? Yeah, it and PoA... and HBP, but that one's recent enough it's okay I've only read it once.
Anyway, was reading, then at about 10:30 I got a bit antsy, so I decided to take a late night stroll. As I was finishing my circuit, I came across Shan, Rodolfo, and several of their foreign friends all walking, and drinking--they were going to a party up on the hill on the other side of campus, at Atawhai. And I went, "What the hell, why not?" and joined them upon their invitation. And started helping Shan finish his bottle of homemade vodka he bought from some guy very cheaply.
I am sooooooooooooo glad I don't live in Atawhai. Their steps are so much worse than ours. I felt so unfit after getting to the top, though for a while there it seemed like they would never end. Then it was just a case of follow the noise to find the party.
It was cool. They were doing some face painting of maori tattoo designs and stuff. One of these German girls picked out a moko design, and it ended up looking like a goatee--a rather Bulgarian goatee. Wanna know the funniest part? I picked the same design but had Shan paint me instead of the dude who painted her, and it looked much, much different. (and not like a bloody goatee) And better.
I did not, in fact, get drunk. But even then, I was trying to tell Rodolfo that Shan painted me, only I accidentally said 'she' instead of 'he'. Rodolfo was in fits--he's such a lightweight, btw--and Shan was like, "Did you have to say that in front of him? Call me she if you want, but not in front of him!" But then, Shan did get his revenge later in the night on our way home, after Rodolfo had answered a call to nature and said he was done, Shan said (rather quietly I might add), "Good girl."
Haha, some of my conversation topics included
macjinx and dragonrider7 because I was talking to a lot of German people. There was one Swiss-German guy as well. But yeah, a little bit about "my friend from Finland" (It's Europe, it's a funny language :P, it's one of my motivations to visit there) and "my friend who's an Au Pair in Germany" as well as a little bit about the German exchange students we had at KSS. *laughs* It was good fun though. They had some starburst lollipops, and it was kinda funny nursing a beer and eating one of those too. And one point one of Shan's German friends tried to take my lollipop for some reason, but was placated when I handed him an unopened one that I'd had in my pocket. When Shan, Rodolfo and I were walking back to our halls at about two, Shan asked if anyone had a lollipop, and I held up a second one that had been in my pocket--but Shan was too slow and Rodolfo ran off with it.
Heh, I'm glad I didn't have Annalise's night. She had one of the kittens in her room for the night, and for the first three hours it kept waking her up with its meowing. Then she had the kitten on her bed, but it started running around everywhere. It just wouldn't shut up and go to sleep. *shakes head* Some of my worst nights of sleep have been when I've let our new puppy or kitten stay in my room for the night.
I'm going home on Monday night!
Fin.
I love going out. Even when I have no money, I love going out with the girls. I think my first amusement for the night was as I was heading to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, and do my make-up. I was already dressed up, and Annalise asked me was I not going out? "Yeah, I am." I think she just focused on the toothbrush and washcloth, I think, so I got sarcastic and flicked a leg out and replied, "Oh, yeah, I love to sleep in my fishnets!"
Annalise was nice and generous, and gave me a Woodstock bourbon & coke... and then ended up giving me most of hers, because Woody's just doesn't go down well after a Jim Beam and coke. Then, Sarah G gave Victoria, Annalise and me a ride to scarfies. Kate and Kirsti had buggered off with Isaac to some party, and we were going to meet up with them in town later or something. But when we got to town... Scarfies was dead. Deadder than dead. There was no one there. BUT we still went in 'cause it's cheap piss.
After Liz showed up--she'd been at a band practice--we played a game of pool, in which Liz and I won--or rather, Liz kicked their asses 'cause I didn't sink a single ball. Pathetic, I know. But I've gotta be in this right state of notsobernotdrunk 'cause too far either way and I'm uncoordinated or my aim is shite. Then Victoria kicked Annalise's ass in another game.
Haha, we were sitting outside as the three of them had a smoke, and reminiscing about Thursday. We were laughing so hard after I reminded them of the crazy thing Lisita said. At one point, we were either guessing that James would be stoned, or Liz said something about wanting to get stoned. Well, Lisita turnted to Victoria and asked all eagerly, "Do you know where I can get some stone?" Gods we almost died laughing. She had to pause and think about what she said wrong before she could coherently ask where she could get some weed.
We went back inside, and all had a quick fuck. Ahem. That's a shot of bailey's and lime. I'm not a big fan of bailey's, but that was vair, vair nice. And then we all had a sunrise--vodka, orange and rasberry. I had fun skulling that before we hit up the dance floor. Although, Liz ended up ditching us and running off with Anthony, to our disgust. She deserves better! She just wanted sex. Like her vibrator's not good enough. But vibrators are so good!
Because Annalise and Victoria were dancing almost exclusively with each other, the guys were too scared to approach them. Didn't stop a couple of them from dancing up to me though. I keep thinking of that routine by Dane Cook when it happened. One of the guys was getting way too touchy feely and creepy. I was glad to get away from him. *shudders* For some reason he gave his number to Victoria if any of us felt like texting him. Mmmno.
I learned Victoria's nickname is Dills which stands for "Do I look like shit?" As every time we go out she asks it fifty billion times. Whereas Annalise's nickname is Retard. I don't know why, but Sarah G's is Caber. Kate gets called Tazzy--that confuses the hell out of me because the one and only Taz is Justin Murray. I don't have a nickname from them. I'm just Hana. *pouts*
We were sitting outside again later as Victoria and Annalise had a smoke, when they decided they wanted another drink, but didn't have anymore money. So, there was this guy sitting at the pokie machine and they asked him if he had $2 they could have. He gave us all some money, nice bloke, and then who did we find playing a couple machines down, but one of the Wally D boys, Chunky (what his actual name is, I cannot remember. Everyone calls him Chunky. He went to the Resident's ball in a flower-printed dress, straw hat, and workboots). His friend Tom and some of the other guys were there as well. I was admiring Chunky's oh so snazzy too small for him wool jacket, when he let me start losing his money for him.
Although... I had better luck that him at some points. Particularly with betting if a card flipped over would be black or red ace. Was winning for a while, and then went and lost all of it. He didn't mind, though, since he'd been planning to lose it all anyway. But he was going to buy me a shot of tequila, but under this new management they stopped selling drinks at like, one. Ah well. Hung around talking to Chunky while his mates played a game of pool and Annalise and Victoria went outside to smoke again. They kept waving at us through the windows and then Victoria gave us a v. rude gesture.
Finally we all left, and the boys went one way, and us another--but not without Chunky and I exchanging numbers. (Sidenote: Why is it that three of the four guys I've exhanged numbers with are 027's? Is it that most guys prefer Telecom, or just most guys who I end up chatting up prefer Telecom?) Funnily enough, we ran into them again at Subway. We'd stopped outside 'cause there was this very drunk girl and we wanted to make sure she was all right and stuff, and saw them inside. Then, Annalise got hungry so she had to get some food herself. We also so Isaac, who was so, so drunk and just about passed out at his table while Brad ate.
Things got a bit confused for a while, as Tom went after the drunk girl and her drunk mate, to make sure they had a way home or anything. Isaac wandered off... somewhere, I think to take a piss 'cause I finally spotted him in this corner between a dumpster and building. We stood outside the Gull service station and Annalise tried to get ahold of Sarah to pick us up. And Kate and Kirsti joined us. Oh my god Isaac had us laughing so hard once he returned from the shadowy corner. He was talking to Annalise, but it was all just random syllables and weird hand gestures over his face. It was just... I don't know if it was intentional or he was really trying to say something and just couldn't formulate proper words.
Heh, we saw Adrian's friend Ricky, and Annalise and I stopped to perve. He's pretty hot. Adrian is cute, but Ricky is hot. It's a pity he already has a girlfriend. Eh bien, can't have everyone. Also, Brad totally ignored Victoria when she tried to tell him where Tom and Isaac had gone. She doesn't know if he was in a snit with her, or just in a snit in general. Not that she's done anything worthy of getting in a snit with her. But with guys, who knows?
We crammed six people in Sarah's car. Seven if you include her. But yeah, five of us in the back seat. Had to wait for this one cop to disappear before we could all cram in so we didn't get in trouble. Kate and Kirsti were sitting in the footwells. And the music was blaring loudly. But then Isaac, Kate, and Kirsti got out before the first speed bump so Sarah's car didn't scrape it. She was going to race the girls back to the hall, but Isaac walked slow down the middle of the road on purpose so the girls could get ahead. He started running and skipping around too.
So, at two-something at the morning, upon returning, I had to have something to eat and I cooked up some leftovers from friday. Fish and chips, yum. In bed at 3 am. Did I have fucked up dreams again? I can't remember. I think I did. But, heh, I woke up at about 10 this morning... and decided after a little walk to come online.
shiseiji: You're on early/late
me: it's quarter after 11 on Sunday morning
shiseiji: oh.. fine :P
Fin.
Annalise was nice and generous, and gave me a Woodstock bourbon & coke... and then ended up giving me most of hers, because Woody's just doesn't go down well after a Jim Beam and coke. Then, Sarah G gave Victoria, Annalise and me a ride to scarfies. Kate and Kirsti had buggered off with Isaac to some party, and we were going to meet up with them in town later or something. But when we got to town... Scarfies was dead. Deadder than dead. There was no one there. BUT we still went in 'cause it's cheap piss.
After Liz showed up--she'd been at a band practice--we played a game of pool, in which Liz and I won--or rather, Liz kicked their asses 'cause I didn't sink a single ball. Pathetic, I know. But I've gotta be in this right state of notsobernotdrunk 'cause too far either way and I'm uncoordinated or my aim is shite. Then Victoria kicked Annalise's ass in another game.
Haha, we were sitting outside as the three of them had a smoke, and reminiscing about Thursday. We were laughing so hard after I reminded them of the crazy thing Lisita said. At one point, we were either guessing that James would be stoned, or Liz said something about wanting to get stoned. Well, Lisita turnted to Victoria and asked all eagerly, "Do you know where I can get some stone?" Gods we almost died laughing. She had to pause and think about what she said wrong before she could coherently ask where she could get some weed.
We went back inside, and all had a quick fuck. Ahem. That's a shot of bailey's and lime. I'm not a big fan of bailey's, but that was vair, vair nice. And then we all had a sunrise--vodka, orange and rasberry. I had fun skulling that before we hit up the dance floor. Although, Liz ended up ditching us and running off with Anthony, to our disgust. She deserves better! She just wanted sex. Like her vibrator's not good enough. But vibrators are so good!
Because Annalise and Victoria were dancing almost exclusively with each other, the guys were too scared to approach them. Didn't stop a couple of them from dancing up to me though. I keep thinking of that routine by Dane Cook when it happened. One of the guys was getting way too touchy feely and creepy. I was glad to get away from him. *shudders* For some reason he gave his number to Victoria if any of us felt like texting him. Mmmno.
I learned Victoria's nickname is Dills which stands for "Do I look like shit?" As every time we go out she asks it fifty billion times. Whereas Annalise's nickname is Retard. I don't know why, but Sarah G's is Caber. Kate gets called Tazzy--that confuses the hell out of me because the one and only Taz is Justin Murray. I don't have a nickname from them. I'm just Hana. *pouts*
We were sitting outside again later as Victoria and Annalise had a smoke, when they decided they wanted another drink, but didn't have anymore money. So, there was this guy sitting at the pokie machine and they asked him if he had $2 they could have. He gave us all some money, nice bloke, and then who did we find playing a couple machines down, but one of the Wally D boys, Chunky (what his actual name is, I cannot remember. Everyone calls him Chunky. He went to the Resident's ball in a flower-printed dress, straw hat, and workboots). His friend Tom and some of the other guys were there as well. I was admiring Chunky's oh so snazzy too small for him wool jacket, when he let me start losing his money for him.
Although... I had better luck that him at some points. Particularly with betting if a card flipped over would be black or red ace. Was winning for a while, and then went and lost all of it. He didn't mind, though, since he'd been planning to lose it all anyway. But he was going to buy me a shot of tequila, but under this new management they stopped selling drinks at like, one. Ah well. Hung around talking to Chunky while his mates played a game of pool and Annalise and Victoria went outside to smoke again. They kept waving at us through the windows and then Victoria gave us a v. rude gesture.
Finally we all left, and the boys went one way, and us another--but not without Chunky and I exchanging numbers. (Sidenote: Why is it that three of the four guys I've exhanged numbers with are 027's? Is it that most guys prefer Telecom, or just most guys who I end up chatting up prefer Telecom?) Funnily enough, we ran into them again at Subway. We'd stopped outside 'cause there was this very drunk girl and we wanted to make sure she was all right and stuff, and saw them inside. Then, Annalise got hungry so she had to get some food herself. We also so Isaac, who was so, so drunk and just about passed out at his table while Brad ate.
Things got a bit confused for a while, as Tom went after the drunk girl and her drunk mate, to make sure they had a way home or anything. Isaac wandered off... somewhere, I think to take a piss 'cause I finally spotted him in this corner between a dumpster and building. We stood outside the Gull service station and Annalise tried to get ahold of Sarah to pick us up. And Kate and Kirsti joined us. Oh my god Isaac had us laughing so hard once he returned from the shadowy corner. He was talking to Annalise, but it was all just random syllables and weird hand gestures over his face. It was just... I don't know if it was intentional or he was really trying to say something and just couldn't formulate proper words.
Heh, we saw Adrian's friend Ricky, and Annalise and I stopped to perve. He's pretty hot. Adrian is cute, but Ricky is hot. It's a pity he already has a girlfriend. Eh bien, can't have everyone. Also, Brad totally ignored Victoria when she tried to tell him where Tom and Isaac had gone. She doesn't know if he was in a snit with her, or just in a snit in general. Not that she's done anything worthy of getting in a snit with her. But with guys, who knows?
We crammed six people in Sarah's car. Seven if you include her. But yeah, five of us in the back seat. Had to wait for this one cop to disappear before we could all cram in so we didn't get in trouble. Kate and Kirsti were sitting in the footwells. And the music was blaring loudly. But then Isaac, Kate, and Kirsti got out before the first speed bump so Sarah's car didn't scrape it. She was going to race the girls back to the hall, but Isaac walked slow down the middle of the road on purpose so the girls could get ahead. He started running and skipping around too.
So, at two-something at the morning, upon returning, I had to have something to eat and I cooked up some leftovers from friday. Fish and chips, yum. In bed at 3 am. Did I have fucked up dreams again? I can't remember. I think I did. But, heh, I woke up at about 10 this morning... and decided after a little walk to come online.
shiseiji: You're on early/lateme: it's quarter after 11 on Sunday morning
shiseiji: oh.. fine :PFin.
"I don't drunk." ~Lisita
Oct. 21st, 2005 02:11 pmWho says you need to go out on the town to have a good time? Oh. My gods. Last night was such a crack up. I was on the computers chatting to Matt and playing Hexic until about ten. I was tired, so I thought I'd go back to the hall. I didn't really expect I'd go to bed and get to sleep--who could sleep when people were bound be loud and everywhere for the next several hours in their inebriated state? So no. I came back to the hall, and joined the people sitting out on the porch. I think at that time it was only Annalise, Victoria, and Liz.
Texting conversations with Liz's ex ensued. For one thing, Liz was texting Anthony. But Annalise was also, anonymously, texting him and giving him hell. We decided to fuck with him a little bit. Liz pretended to have no idea who was harassing Anthony. Annalise was pretending she must have got a wrong number but was going to be rude 'cause he was being rude. But then he decided to be all nice to Annalise so she hit on him just to see how he'd react. It didn't get too out of hand or anything, but it was amusing.
Then we were joined by Sarah G, Donald, Lisita, and Lisita's friend Sarah Gray. Sarah and Lisita were both v. v. drunk. At one point Lisita sat on my feet because she didn't see them resting on the chair. And she sat on Annalise's foot once. She'd keep knocking her chair off the deck and onto the grass when she went to sit down. It's so funny because Lisita gets quite defensive when she's drunk. Always ready to get into a fight if someone says something she takes offense to.
Annalise taught Donald a version of "up a tree" he'd never heard before... "Donald and Sarah up a tree, doing what they shouldn't be." 'Cause.... well, I'm not quite sure what's going on, if anything, with Sarah G and Donald. Maybe it's nothing. And maybe there's something to what Annalise and Victoria seem to be hinting at.
Gods, we talked about so many things. I just ended up laughing so much. Or I chased after Liz. At one point, she went out front of the hall, and she ended up showing off to these guys from Wally D, well, not just her nipple piercing. Oh no, she unded her belt, pulled down her pants, and let them see her clit and labia piercings. *shakes head* And I thought I was shameless. Her only complaint was the fact she hadn't shaved in a while 'cause she hadn't been getting laid, so there was quite the pube growth going on. Lisita's friend also helped me when Liz wanted to throw up, and then she got distracted by eating. *shakes head*
Liz was almost falling asleep on the floor... she was lying down in the door to the common room. I had her in giggles when I came over and started tickling her exposed belly. Then, Sarah Gray tried to help me lift Liz to her feet and possibly get her to bed--and then we nearly tripped over Sarah G who lay down on the floor of the entrance hall right behind us. Liz tried to tickle her. Victoria got pictures on her phone.
And then, for whatever reason, Sarah G handed out two cans of whipped cream. One was vanilla, the other chocolate. *dies* And thus ensued a huge cream fight. She has no idea how, when, or where, but somewhere in there Sarah G got hit on the head quite hard. Remember this. Anyway, I got cream all over my face and on my sweater. I ended up having a bit of a battle with Sarah G which involved putting cream in our hand and then smushing it all over the other person's face. She chased me around with the can of chocolate cream trying to get me back. It was about that time I decided it was time to just retreat totally, and clean up. The sweater went into the laundry box, and I decided to do a bit of late night washing.
Annalise was all tired, so she ended up getting a bit stroppy. She was the first to go to bed so she wouldn't snap and be a total party pooper. It was kind of funny 'cause she got so irritable but knew she couldn't reason with the drunks. Thus, she went to bed.
I was cleaning up, but Sarah G, Liz, and Lisita all were so covered they needed showers to get clean. *laughs* Three drunk girls using the three showers. Two of them musically inclined. Ensue singing, joined by Sarah G, that was really, really fucked up. And then they were just talking. But Sarah G couldn't remember my name. It made me laugh so hard. She suddenly got it into her head that I hit her in the head with cream, which is why she had the bruise. But, my name eluded her. I became "the American girl" (as I've always dreaded. Gah!). Lisita was confused and asked what American girl. "She lives by the kitchen!" was the reply.
I couldn't let that down, so I wrote on the whiteboard, "Sarah G- I am not American! no love, Hana. P.S. I only lived there for 5 years!" Of course there were other things written on the board. Like, "What do you think of cock?" --one of Annalise's txts to Anthony. And Lisita wrote, "I don't drunk." whatever the hell THAT was supposed to mean.
Five of us ended up going over the Bindaloe--OMG could we smell the weed in the corridor between their hall and the dinint hall--and going around on the balcony to their common room. Thankfully James was in there (probably stoned out of his mind as he watched Hellboy)(sidenote:abe_kroenen is love) and he let us in through a window so we could nick back the PS2. Then we trekked all the way back the way we came (instead of going into the hallway and out the door, oh no). Set up the PS2, put in Love Actually... and then just about everyone went to bed. Sarah Gray and I stayed up to watch Love Actually though. *dies* Love, love, love that movie, and those men!
Kate and Kirsti went to the school uniform party. I love how we can depend on at least one guy from Wally D to end up at a dance wearing a dress. At the ball it was Chunky. This time it was Brad. Kate had brought her whip and had it taken off her because it was a 'weapon.' Apparently some girls scolded the pair of them for what they were wearing--or rather, not wearing. Neither had skirts or pants on. Kate made Kirsti moon us because she has such a fine ass. (she does, really.)
Finally the movie ended, and I went to bed at four in the morning. *grins* Only got seven hours of sleep 'cause Victoria was in the kitchen regalling Sarah G about all the shenanigans in a loud voice at about eleven. So I got up, and gave her hell, and Lisita hell. 'Specially 'bout the fact Lisita had told us that if we told anyone what she did, she'd kill us. They amuse me so, so much.
We're supposed to, pretty much all of us, go out on Saturday night. Ought to be a blast.
Fin.
Texting conversations with Liz's ex ensued. For one thing, Liz was texting Anthony. But Annalise was also, anonymously, texting him and giving him hell. We decided to fuck with him a little bit. Liz pretended to have no idea who was harassing Anthony. Annalise was pretending she must have got a wrong number but was going to be rude 'cause he was being rude. But then he decided to be all nice to Annalise so she hit on him just to see how he'd react. It didn't get too out of hand or anything, but it was amusing.
Then we were joined by Sarah G, Donald, Lisita, and Lisita's friend Sarah Gray. Sarah and Lisita were both v. v. drunk. At one point Lisita sat on my feet because she didn't see them resting on the chair. And she sat on Annalise's foot once. She'd keep knocking her chair off the deck and onto the grass when she went to sit down. It's so funny because Lisita gets quite defensive when she's drunk. Always ready to get into a fight if someone says something she takes offense to.
Annalise taught Donald a version of "up a tree" he'd never heard before... "Donald and Sarah up a tree, doing what they shouldn't be." 'Cause.... well, I'm not quite sure what's going on, if anything, with Sarah G and Donald. Maybe it's nothing. And maybe there's something to what Annalise and Victoria seem to be hinting at.
Gods, we talked about so many things. I just ended up laughing so much. Or I chased after Liz. At one point, she went out front of the hall, and she ended up showing off to these guys from Wally D, well, not just her nipple piercing. Oh no, she unded her belt, pulled down her pants, and let them see her clit and labia piercings. *shakes head* And I thought I was shameless. Her only complaint was the fact she hadn't shaved in a while 'cause she hadn't been getting laid, so there was quite the pube growth going on. Lisita's friend also helped me when Liz wanted to throw up, and then she got distracted by eating. *shakes head*
Liz was almost falling asleep on the floor... she was lying down in the door to the common room. I had her in giggles when I came over and started tickling her exposed belly. Then, Sarah Gray tried to help me lift Liz to her feet and possibly get her to bed--and then we nearly tripped over Sarah G who lay down on the floor of the entrance hall right behind us. Liz tried to tickle her. Victoria got pictures on her phone.
And then, for whatever reason, Sarah G handed out two cans of whipped cream. One was vanilla, the other chocolate. *dies* And thus ensued a huge cream fight. She has no idea how, when, or where, but somewhere in there Sarah G got hit on the head quite hard. Remember this. Anyway, I got cream all over my face and on my sweater. I ended up having a bit of a battle with Sarah G which involved putting cream in our hand and then smushing it all over the other person's face. She chased me around with the can of chocolate cream trying to get me back. It was about that time I decided it was time to just retreat totally, and clean up. The sweater went into the laundry box, and I decided to do a bit of late night washing.
Annalise was all tired, so she ended up getting a bit stroppy. She was the first to go to bed so she wouldn't snap and be a total party pooper. It was kind of funny 'cause she got so irritable but knew she couldn't reason with the drunks. Thus, she went to bed.
I was cleaning up, but Sarah G, Liz, and Lisita all were so covered they needed showers to get clean. *laughs* Three drunk girls using the three showers. Two of them musically inclined. Ensue singing, joined by Sarah G, that was really, really fucked up. And then they were just talking. But Sarah G couldn't remember my name. It made me laugh so hard. She suddenly got it into her head that I hit her in the head with cream, which is why she had the bruise. But, my name eluded her. I became "the American girl" (as I've always dreaded. Gah!). Lisita was confused and asked what American girl. "She lives by the kitchen!" was the reply.
I couldn't let that down, so I wrote on the whiteboard, "Sarah G- I am not American! no love, Hana. P.S. I only lived there for 5 years!" Of course there were other things written on the board. Like, "What do you think of cock?" --one of Annalise's txts to Anthony. And Lisita wrote, "I don't drunk." whatever the hell THAT was supposed to mean.
Five of us ended up going over the Bindaloe--OMG could we smell the weed in the corridor between their hall and the dinint hall--and going around on the balcony to their common room. Thankfully James was in there (probably stoned out of his mind as he watched Hellboy)(sidenote:
abe_kroenen is love) and he let us in through a window so we could nick back the PS2. Then we trekked all the way back the way we came (instead of going into the hallway and out the door, oh no). Set up the PS2, put in Love Actually... and then just about everyone went to bed. Sarah Gray and I stayed up to watch Love Actually though. *dies* Love, love, love that movie, and those men! Kate and Kirsti went to the school uniform party. I love how we can depend on at least one guy from Wally D to end up at a dance wearing a dress. At the ball it was Chunky. This time it was Brad. Kate had brought her whip and had it taken off her because it was a 'weapon.' Apparently some girls scolded the pair of them for what they were wearing--or rather, not wearing. Neither had skirts or pants on. Kate made Kirsti moon us because she has such a fine ass. (she does, really.)
Finally the movie ended, and I went to bed at four in the morning. *grins* Only got seven hours of sleep 'cause Victoria was in the kitchen regalling Sarah G about all the shenanigans in a loud voice at about eleven. So I got up, and gave her hell, and Lisita hell. 'Specially 'bout the fact Lisita had told us that if we told anyone what she did, she'd kill us. They amuse me so, so much.
We're supposed to, pretty much all of us, go out on Saturday night. Ought to be a blast.
Fin.
( Kinda big quiz result, political affiliations )
Heh. Last week sometime, I finally caught Sky playing 28 Days Later. It was a rather strange movie. But the thing that amused me most was that I took one look at the main character, Jim, and thought, "Wow, those eyes look familiar. I've seen those cheekbones before. In icons? It's Cillian Murphy, isn't it?" But I forgot to check the credits as they rolled. And then I kept forgetting to check at imdb, until yesterday. It was CM. Made me laugh. But then I looked at what the chick played Selena, Naomi Harris, had been in because she also looked familiar. I haven't seen anything else with her in it, but I will. She's going to be in the next Pirates of the Caribbean movie. And when I was looking at who else was going to be in that movie, I found out Bill Nighy is playing the big bad villain which is so cool.
Or at least I think it is.
Shit, I ate not that long ago. Why am I hungry again? Damnit. And it was nice toast, too. While talking to Liz. *grins* Telling her about my night. Of course I went out last night. I mean, Saturday night and all. Not too cold or wet. I looked like such a hooker in my fishnets and studded skirt and tube top. Hah. Victoria saw me getting ready, and asked if I was planning to score. *laughs*
"I don't know..."
"Liar! You know you will."
Laughter. "Well, it depends on what throws itself at me."
"You have a lot of faith in the male species, don't cha?" Walking away.
Yelling, "After Adrian, whaddya expect?!"
And more laughter. Too true, and all that.
While I was finishing dolling up, I could hear Victoria shrieking in the common room. Turns out Sarah G is "evil" because she'd been whipping at Victoria with a teatowel. And then I ended up getting in a bit of a whipping contest with Sarah G (Victoria failed at successfully whipping me, Annalise wasn't much better). All the while accompanying Elyshia as she did her rounds, checking up on the boys at Bindaloe and all that. I ended up throwing my teatowel at Sarah G when they went on to visit Tasha, since I was going down to catch the bus into town (the others were waiting for Kate, who was taking forever). And at the bus stop I ran into a girl from Wally D, Vanessa, and her boyfriend.
So we get on the bus, and I take a seat in front of Vanessa and boy, and this friend of theirs, Conrad, sat next to me. He'd pulled the "ladies first" card and let most the girls on ahead of him, so we gave him a bit of hell for that. The bus took us straight to Scarfies, and very shortly we began a game of pool. I paired up with Conrad; Vanessa was with her boyfriend and complaining mightily how much she sucked. Well, I wasn't playing my best, but we did get to the point of trying to sink the 8 ball (which I did, just seconds before the other girls arrived).
It was really dead in town. The dance floor was practically dead (oh, the looks I got from the girls for dancing with a boy!). We buggered off to Highflyers, danced some, had a shot of tequila--ooohh gods I love tequila! But Vanessa wanted to go back to Scarfies since Highflyers was full of "old people". Back to Scarfies it was, where I experienced in some of the worst kissing of my kissing life. *cringe* He opened his mouth WAY too wide, and just attack of the tongue, and teeth hard against my lips, and yeah... I mean, after Adrian, who was really bloody good... SUCH the disappointment.
I mentioned it later, when Vanessa and I were doing a bathroom run, and so I have to be a little forgiving with the new information she gave me. According to her, he's only had about one girlfriend before me, and it was for less than a month... so he's rather inexperienced. Well. That, and he was probably quite drunk. But still... *shakes head* It was bad. I thought I'd had bad before (One Night Stand #1), but this was just worse. Vanessa says he's a nice guy though, so I don't want to utterly crush his ego or anything--yet. I don't know if I'm ever going to see him again, but if we do end up spending more time together, I'm going to have to give him a little talking to, and some lessons.
Anyway, we caught the 1:30 bus back to school, same as Annalise who'd dropped the girls and picked up a guy. I'd decided early on I definitely wasn't brining Conrad back to my room or going back to his, which I definitely stuck to when he puked in the gutter while we waited for the bus. Of course Annalise was telling me to keep it clean and behave (of course they saw us making out at Scarfies) and I was heckling her right back. And telling her not to steal Donald's shirt like she did once before. Silly Annalise--she happened to catch me when I was in the common room grabbing some leftover pizza, because she and the boy were locked out... I didn't know this, I just heard her knocking and thanking me like crazy.
She had to wake up Elyshia because she'd left her keys with Sarah G and needed the master key to open her room. Poor Elyshia. She was confused because she thought it sounded like a whole bunch of us had come home, and I laughed, "Nope, just Annalise." (then I had another slice of pizza before going to bed.) Liz chose the wrong night to move in, I think. Her room is RIGHT next to the front door and she must have heard everyone come back as well as people hanging around in the common room in the wee hours. She told me this morning that someone had put ice cream on her door. Not cool.
Fin.
Heh. Last week sometime, I finally caught Sky playing 28 Days Later. It was a rather strange movie. But the thing that amused me most was that I took one look at the main character, Jim, and thought, "Wow, those eyes look familiar. I've seen those cheekbones before. In icons? It's Cillian Murphy, isn't it?" But I forgot to check the credits as they rolled. And then I kept forgetting to check at imdb, until yesterday. It was CM. Made me laugh. But then I looked at what the chick played Selena, Naomi Harris, had been in because she also looked familiar. I haven't seen anything else with her in it, but I will. She's going to be in the next Pirates of the Caribbean movie. And when I was looking at who else was going to be in that movie, I found out Bill Nighy is playing the big bad villain which is so cool.
Or at least I think it is.
Shit, I ate not that long ago. Why am I hungry again? Damnit. And it was nice toast, too. While talking to Liz. *grins* Telling her about my night. Of course I went out last night. I mean, Saturday night and all. Not too cold or wet. I looked like such a hooker in my fishnets and studded skirt and tube top. Hah. Victoria saw me getting ready, and asked if I was planning to score. *laughs*
"I don't know..."
"Liar! You know you will."
Laughter. "Well, it depends on what throws itself at me."
"You have a lot of faith in the male species, don't cha?" Walking away.
Yelling, "After Adrian, whaddya expect?!"
And more laughter. Too true, and all that.
While I was finishing dolling up, I could hear Victoria shrieking in the common room. Turns out Sarah G is "evil" because she'd been whipping at Victoria with a teatowel. And then I ended up getting in a bit of a whipping contest with Sarah G (Victoria failed at successfully whipping me, Annalise wasn't much better). All the while accompanying Elyshia as she did her rounds, checking up on the boys at Bindaloe and all that. I ended up throwing my teatowel at Sarah G when they went on to visit Tasha, since I was going down to catch the bus into town (the others were waiting for Kate, who was taking forever). And at the bus stop I ran into a girl from Wally D, Vanessa, and her boyfriend.
So we get on the bus, and I take a seat in front of Vanessa and boy, and this friend of theirs, Conrad, sat next to me. He'd pulled the "ladies first" card and let most the girls on ahead of him, so we gave him a bit of hell for that. The bus took us straight to Scarfies, and very shortly we began a game of pool. I paired up with Conrad; Vanessa was with her boyfriend and complaining mightily how much she sucked. Well, I wasn't playing my best, but we did get to the point of trying to sink the 8 ball (which I did, just seconds before the other girls arrived).
It was really dead in town. The dance floor was practically dead (oh, the looks I got from the girls for dancing with a boy!). We buggered off to Highflyers, danced some, had a shot of tequila--ooohh gods I love tequila! But Vanessa wanted to go back to Scarfies since Highflyers was full of "old people". Back to Scarfies it was, where I experienced in some of the worst kissing of my kissing life. *cringe* He opened his mouth WAY too wide, and just attack of the tongue, and teeth hard against my lips, and yeah... I mean, after Adrian, who was really bloody good... SUCH the disappointment.
I mentioned it later, when Vanessa and I were doing a bathroom run, and so I have to be a little forgiving with the new information she gave me. According to her, he's only had about one girlfriend before me, and it was for less than a month... so he's rather inexperienced. Well. That, and he was probably quite drunk. But still... *shakes head* It was bad. I thought I'd had bad before (One Night Stand #1), but this was just worse. Vanessa says he's a nice guy though, so I don't want to utterly crush his ego or anything--yet. I don't know if I'm ever going to see him again, but if we do end up spending more time together, I'm going to have to give him a little talking to, and some lessons.
Anyway, we caught the 1:30 bus back to school, same as Annalise who'd dropped the girls and picked up a guy. I'd decided early on I definitely wasn't brining Conrad back to my room or going back to his, which I definitely stuck to when he puked in the gutter while we waited for the bus. Of course Annalise was telling me to keep it clean and behave (of course they saw us making out at Scarfies) and I was heckling her right back. And telling her not to steal Donald's shirt like she did once before. Silly Annalise--she happened to catch me when I was in the common room grabbing some leftover pizza, because she and the boy were locked out... I didn't know this, I just heard her knocking and thanking me like crazy.
She had to wake up Elyshia because she'd left her keys with Sarah G and needed the master key to open her room. Poor Elyshia. She was confused because she thought it sounded like a whole bunch of us had come home, and I laughed, "Nope, just Annalise." (then I had another slice of pizza before going to bed.) Liz chose the wrong night to move in, I think. Her room is RIGHT next to the front door and she must have heard everyone come back as well as people hanging around in the common room in the wee hours. She told me this morning that someone had put ice cream on her door. Not cool.
Fin.
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