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Aug. 19th, 2005 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolMuch 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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~
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~
