Dentistry, lesbian kissing and vodka.
Jun. 13th, 2004 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWe regret to announce the unpleasant death of Colleen, who on the 7th of August of this year was helplessly ground to powder by several zombies. This unfortunate incident occurred in a murky swamp behind an outhouse. The deceased was reported to have shouted "This SUCKS!" just before expiring. Colleen is survived by a goldfish. Funeral services will be held the 4th of next month.
Alas, am not actually dead. I've just been missing for a little bit.
So, the football is on. I'm not watching it because I'm incredibly wound-up with tension. Gyah! 2-1! French bastards!
[Piss off. I like the Euro and World Cups. I suspect we're utterly fucked this time, and all who want to make disparaging comments re va-va voom and anything historical, please do.]
It's been One Of Those Weekends again. My life, once more, reads like a bad sitcom. Nevertheless, I will try and transcribe it without breaking down into laughter, or, like, tears. One of the two.
Friday resulted in half of my tooth falling out whilst I was asleep, which is an odd sensation to wake up to. There is a backstory to this, I swear. When I was eight, someone called Joanne Campion (I miss her) hit me around the mouth with a cnoe paddle. Whoosh! Half my front right tooth gone. After years of temporary caps, the dentist admitted defeat, as the tooth was in fact all dead and going grey, whilst the caps kept on falling out. In the end, they filed away most of the old tooth and gave me what should have been a permanent crowncap thingamajig. Friday night, I woke up at 1.00 with a throbbing pain and it felt wobbly and weird. Woke up a bit later on, and half of it had gone. Cracked diagonally across the middle, leaving me with a suspiciously large gap in my teeth line. After long deliberation, I went to work anyway. "It's not going to get any better if I stay at home."
Customers kept on peering at my surrepticiously. Staff kept on just going "Oh my god! You poor thing! What happened?" ARGH!
So, went home, got ready, and out I toddled again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch's with Sidg (yay!), Leah, Della and her cousin Alison. We started off relatively well, honestly. Well, I didn't. Large vodka and oranges for me, but I'm used to it. We attempted to cook a pizza after three of them. Much hilarity ensued as we tried to turn it. Hee!
So, the night drew on and a second bottle of vodka appeared. This was drunk neat, eventually. We had a system going. Pass around the vodka, if you get a question wrong, drink it down! This is surprisingly tricky, let me tell you. We reverted to a sort of "Okay... how do you spell my name?" type questions, towards the end.
Anyway. Drunken cheerfulness continued. Vaguely remember snogging Liz by accident - I do apologise. I warned in advance that I morph into Pervy!Lesbian more so than usual when I have vodka in my system. I get letchy as well, which I think is the problem. Oh well.
So, the night wore on as we sat in the garden. I was in between - couldn't walk brilliantly, but I could hold a coherant conversation!
Della and I ended up a little way away from everyone else. I won't divulge the nature of the majority of the conversation, as she was really rather sloshed and it's not my business to advertise it. However, the conversation quickly moved onto a sort of "So, who do you fancy?" direction.
I leered. "You, of course."
"Really? I quite fancy you as well."
"Oh aye?"
That's not the exact wording, because I can't actually remember it. *facepalm* Anyway. I don't think I have to describe what happened next, but Imedhuir residents would be proud. Well, they would if it wasn't a non-slash village! I think I can take most of the blame, since am rather letchy and can't help self at times.
Oh, god... *facepalm* All I remember was Leah just suddenly slurring "Hey, what are Colleen and Della doing?" at which point there was hasty backtracking. In truth though, I'm trying to work out if she reacts to alcohol like I do - total and utter truth drug that makes me Do Things and Say Things that would have been better kept private. If she does... erm... might check about repeating the experience, possibly without the alcohol. Am unsure, though, as am now shy and vodka-less. Alas!
Everyone seemed to be ill later on. Liz was very motherly, bless her. I was just fine and stood on the sidelines quietly blessing my iron consitution and the fact that in the space of an hour the vodka had left my bloodstream. Yay my genes! Dad's the same and we find it hysterical when people get ill. It takes a lot to make me ill...
Next morning, no hangover evident. Unlike everyone else. Ha! Good, albeit quieter, day, out in the garden. Now have a very burnt face. Gah.
Anyway, now I am home and horribly sunburnt on my face. I look really rather stupid, but I don't mind. Christine came around to borrow jeans, and we had a natter; that was fun, especially considering that she gave me a copy of the Scissor Sisters album. Yay!
And now I must go to bed. Trip the dentist tomorrow that the dentist doesn't know about. I will turn up at nine and beg for an emergency appointment in a pitiful voice. I will also refuse to be put off. I'll tell them I have exams or something. All week. I really want my tooth back, and from past experience I know it won't happen, but I'd like them to take out the rest of the crown, please. It's jagged and causes extreme discomfort. I'd like a full temporary cap. Means I can't actually eat properly for a while, but it also means that I don't look like the Wicked Witch of the West. When I actually had the damn thing put in I refused to go to school (in its defence, it's been there a long time!) as I looked hideous. Can't scive Wednesday as I need to go and pay for trip to America; anything after that and I'm sciving my merry way out of lessons.
Bleugh. I'm not making any sense, and instead have spent a post blithering on about feelings and dentistry and lord knows what. In my defence, this is just so I don't have to accept that the French won the match in the last three minutes. Curses!
~Hathy_Col~
Alas, am not actually dead. I've just been missing for a little bit.
So, the football is on. I'm not watching it because I'm incredibly wound-up with tension. Gyah! 2-1! French bastards!
[Piss off. I like the Euro and World Cups. I suspect we're utterly fucked this time, and all who want to make disparaging comments re va-va voom and anything historical, please do.]
It's been One Of Those Weekends again. My life, once more, reads like a bad sitcom. Nevertheless, I will try and transcribe it without breaking down into laughter, or, like, tears. One of the two.
Friday resulted in half of my tooth falling out whilst I was asleep, which is an odd sensation to wake up to. There is a backstory to this, I swear. When I was eight, someone called Joanne Campion (I miss her) hit me around the mouth with a cnoe paddle. Whoosh! Half my front right tooth gone. After years of temporary caps, the dentist admitted defeat, as the tooth was in fact all dead and going grey, whilst the caps kept on falling out. In the end, they filed away most of the old tooth and gave me what should have been a permanent crowncap thingamajig. Friday night, I woke up at 1.00 with a throbbing pain and it felt wobbly and weird. Woke up a bit later on, and half of it had gone. Cracked diagonally across the middle, leaving me with a suspiciously large gap in my teeth line. After long deliberation, I went to work anyway. "It's not going to get any better if I stay at home."
Customers kept on peering at my surrepticiously. Staff kept on just going "Oh my god! You poor thing! What happened?" ARGH!
So, went home, got ready, and out I toddled again to
flickerswitch's with Sidg (yay!), Leah, Della and her cousin Alison. We started off relatively well, honestly. Well, I didn't. Large vodka and oranges for me, but I'm used to it. We attempted to cook a pizza after three of them. Much hilarity ensued as we tried to turn it. Hee!So, the night drew on and a second bottle of vodka appeared. This was drunk neat, eventually. We had a system going. Pass around the vodka, if you get a question wrong, drink it down! This is surprisingly tricky, let me tell you. We reverted to a sort of "Okay... how do you spell my name?" type questions, towards the end.
Anyway. Drunken cheerfulness continued. Vaguely remember snogging Liz by accident - I do apologise. I warned in advance that I morph into Pervy!Lesbian more so than usual when I have vodka in my system. I get letchy as well, which I think is the problem. Oh well.
So, the night wore on as we sat in the garden. I was in between - couldn't walk brilliantly, but I could hold a coherant conversation!
Della and I ended up a little way away from everyone else. I won't divulge the nature of the majority of the conversation, as she was really rather sloshed and it's not my business to advertise it. However, the conversation quickly moved onto a sort of "So, who do you fancy?" direction.
I leered. "You, of course."
"Really? I quite fancy you as well."
"Oh aye?"
That's not the exact wording, because I can't actually remember it. *facepalm* Anyway. I don't think I have to describe what happened next, but Imedhuir residents would be proud. Well, they would if it wasn't a non-slash village! I think I can take most of the blame, since am rather letchy and can't help self at times.
Oh, god... *facepalm* All I remember was Leah just suddenly slurring "Hey, what are Colleen and Della doing?" at which point there was hasty backtracking. In truth though, I'm trying to work out if she reacts to alcohol like I do - total and utter truth drug that makes me Do Things and Say Things that would have been better kept private. If she does... erm... might check about repeating the experience, possibly without the alcohol. Am unsure, though, as am now shy and vodka-less. Alas!
Everyone seemed to be ill later on. Liz was very motherly, bless her. I was just fine and stood on the sidelines quietly blessing my iron consitution and the fact that in the space of an hour the vodka had left my bloodstream. Yay my genes! Dad's the same and we find it hysterical when people get ill. It takes a lot to make me ill...
Next morning, no hangover evident. Unlike everyone else. Ha! Good, albeit quieter, day, out in the garden. Now have a very burnt face. Gah.
Anyway, now I am home and horribly sunburnt on my face. I look really rather stupid, but I don't mind. Christine came around to borrow jeans, and we had a natter; that was fun, especially considering that she gave me a copy of the Scissor Sisters album. Yay!
And now I must go to bed. Trip the dentist tomorrow that the dentist doesn't know about. I will turn up at nine and beg for an emergency appointment in a pitiful voice. I will also refuse to be put off. I'll tell them I have exams or something. All week. I really want my tooth back, and from past experience I know it won't happen, but I'd like them to take out the rest of the crown, please. It's jagged and causes extreme discomfort. I'd like a full temporary cap. Means I can't actually eat properly for a while, but it also means that I don't look like the Wicked Witch of the West. When I actually had the damn thing put in I refused to go to school (in its defence, it's been there a long time!) as I looked hideous. Can't scive Wednesday as I need to go and pay for trip to America; anything after that and I'm sciving my merry way out of lessons.
Bleugh. I'm not making any sense, and instead have spent a post blithering on about feelings and dentistry and lord knows what. In my defence, this is just so I don't have to accept that the French won the match in the last three minutes. Curses!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-06-13 04:42 pm (UTC)*sighs*
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Date: 2004-06-14 02:00 am (UTC)(The denistry was not a good thing. The lesbianism is just going to create problems the next time I see her. Vodka, however, is always good.)
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Date: 2004-06-13 11:10 pm (UTC)I was snogging a girl on friday too. Of course we had drubk a lot of vodka too...
Creator of Vodka, we salute you!
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Date: 2004-06-14 01:58 am (UTC)It is most wonderful!
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Date: 2004-06-14 01:42 pm (UTC)Maybe it's an aphrodisiac...
*looks for big rock to hurt tooth*
But yeah, that really made me laugh.
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Date: 2004-06-16 09:26 am (UTC)Glad I made you laugh. My life is a sitcom. Egads!