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[hathycol]

Much more alive now after a few more hours napping and whatnot. Last night, I was in something of a lather as no one had phoned or texted me in a sort of "We like you! Come out and get pissed with us!"

So I sat by myself in front of the TV with champagne and felt miserable, and as I was finally going to bed in despair, the phone rang. At 10.20pm I nagged my mother into giving me a lift to Southport, which she did. I rolled into the pub to be greeted by most of people I knew from college and a few people I knew outside of college, and I started on the vodka. Oh, gods.

Then we moved onto a bar after coming to a halt outside of KFC and then I ended up drinking vodka shots with zeta_of_s, who is still the only person I know who actually likes the taste of vodka rather than coughing up a lot. So, we did that and then fell into a taxi, as the Burscough lot seemed to be leaving and I was still optimistically debating going to work. Simon ended up coming back to mine where we continued to drink, including the aforementioned wine and we ended up going to bed (I even remembered how to take down the spare bed thingie. I am SO GOOD) when it got light. Apparently, he had a go at waking me so I'd be up in time for work, but I don't remember that at all. I phoned up work and muttered something about being ill and dead or something and then I actually had to go out to buy my Dad's birthday present, as it is today and I am a bad daughter and forgot. This involved going into Southport, which was fun as you can probably all guess.

However. I have had a nap and can now see properly again and whatnot. It's quite nice, but I know that I'll end up asleep again before long. Going out tomorrow in a completely non-alcoholic sense, though, which is better.

So, um, yes. I have four A grades at A-Level, a place at St Andrews, some bruises which I only half-remember acquiring and a wicked bad hangover. The student life starts here.

~Hathy_Col~

Comments

[elyim.livejournal.com]

I do so love reading about your escapades, Colleen.

I can, uh, learn from your mistakes, or something. *learns not to drink Vodka + Wine/drink at all*

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Believe me when I say NEVER MIX THE GRAPE AND THE GRAIN. NEVER. SAVE YOURSELF FROM THE AGONY.

Unless you want to get slaughtered quickly, then it's the way forward.

[tashmania.livejournal.com]

The student life starts here.

Amen to that! I was looking at the website of my halls of residence and the bar prices are very low. And the city centre avec many bars is very close. Hurrah!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Colour me jealous! I suspect my uni town is full of Trendy Wine Bars. To the off-licence!

[flickerswitch.livejournal.com]

That Is A Lie! You know i enjoy drinking straight vadko :p

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Well, obviously I meant to say "no one part from Liz." Really, it goes without saying. We are the vodka queens.

In fact, I never liked it neat until you introduced me to it. *peers*

[flickerswitch.livejournal.com]

*snigger*

[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

:O i like the taste of vodka! i just, erm, can't drink it. as last weekend proved >.<
i really should update with actual news and stuffs, like what you do.
well done again, and i'm glad to see you're already beginning the lifestyle changes. adjusting well?
xx

[balthaser.livejournal.com]

*pets*

[(Anonymous)]

So, um, yes. I have four A grades at A-Level, a place at St Andrews, some bruises which I only half-remember acquiring and a wicked bad hangover. The student life starts here

it pretty much stays like that too, except the bruises become more random, and you will inevitably find a traffic cone next to you in bed at least once, if not a naked welshman.