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hathycolSo.
I didn't celebrate the New Years with copious alcohol, because the smell of it made me feel so sick that I thought I would die.
As we may or may not know, I went out two nights ago to Preston with Christine. I am not sure why the alcohol took me the way it did, but I was absolutely blind drunk hammered. I woke up with Simon phoning me, being convinced I'd died on my own vomit or something, except he phoned at nine and I could have sworn I'd only gone to bed three seconds earlier. Very peculiar.
It was, however, a very nice night. It's always wonderful to see Christine, because I do not see her enough. She also knows the best places in Preston, and I do not learn my lesson about drinking stuff that can be described in terms of colours rather than taste. The club we were in also played the Dresden Dolls and I made hysterical squee noises before I pretty much fell over on the way home. I have no idea how to wash the mud and strange purple stuff out of my the beige coat I got for Christmas. There is mud because I rugby-tackled Christine to the floor to thank her for finding my ring which fell off on the way home and through some miracle she picked up. God, that was a horrible few minutes.
Waking up with your mascara sticking your eyes together is not fun. I groaned, and poked Christine. "Hun, I have to go."
"What time is it?"
"Eleven."
"Oh, buggar. I'm in work for eleven."
Anyway. I drove home with everything feeling a little blurry and sticking religiously to all the speeding laws because I would have been so fucked if I'd been pulled over. I then came home and lay on the sofa, refusing medical intervention and possibly calling for a priest.
You know, until I drove to Leigh a few hours later to see Lizzles. Also someone I haven't seen in far too long. She mocked my hangover, agreed to have me stay for a few days (that's in a week, huh) in Leeds when we were both back and discussed the weirdness of housemates. Good fun.
Came home and tried to power nap. By this point, I realised I had the most fucked up hangover ever, because I was still feeling sick, barely ate anything, and the power nap resulted in me swaying slightly and being convinced I was about to die.
Not fun.
I still drove to Iona's. At about eight, my hangover just melted away and I proceeded to eat Iona out of house and home, but as I have said before, I would gladly swap mothers just for the cooking. I also finished watching Firefly. Argle. I don't want that series to be over!
So.
The New Year is here. Happy 2006, people. I hope you all have a wonderful year. As Iona and I silently toasted, here's to less crazy. I go back to university tomorrow, and this month includes my exams, a trip to Leeds to see the NYO play (THANK GOD LEEDS UNI GOES BACK WHEN IT DOES), a road-trip around Scotland and England and hopefully a visit to Cambridge. All that complaining about now seeing him until February may not count so much, now. Yay my university! Exams on a Saturday are bad, but I get two and a half weeks off at the end of the semester, so I can have a road trip, a visit to Cambridge and NO GUILT.
I really hope it all works out like that. Maybe the whole 'no crazy' thing will work out to be a lie, but there's always hope. Life changed a lot this year, more than it ever has before. New things include living by myself, cooking, paying many more bills, being more at peace with decisions, bisexuality, Doctor Who, and obviously Simon. The world is a strange place, and 2005 was not a necessarily good year, but the last quarter was wonderful. It all improved post August, to be fair, and despite falling into one of my dreadful blue funks at about October, I'm optimistic that things will be better next year and continue improving. It's not going to be easy, but where is the fun in that?
I am going to go and do my laundry, clean out my room and do my packing. The last thing of significance I shall do in Ormskirk is watch Chicago and drink wine. I can handle wine now, I think. *crosses fingers*
The next time I update, I shall be in St Andrews. Which is always a plus thing. Katie is already asking me to cook. Ah, home sweet home.
~Hathy_Col~
I didn't celebrate the New Years with copious alcohol, because the smell of it made me feel so sick that I thought I would die.
As we may or may not know, I went out two nights ago to Preston with Christine. I am not sure why the alcohol took me the way it did, but I was absolutely blind drunk hammered. I woke up with Simon phoning me, being convinced I'd died on my own vomit or something, except he phoned at nine and I could have sworn I'd only gone to bed three seconds earlier. Very peculiar.
It was, however, a very nice night. It's always wonderful to see Christine, because I do not see her enough. She also knows the best places in Preston, and I do not learn my lesson about drinking stuff that can be described in terms of colours rather than taste. The club we were in also played the Dresden Dolls and I made hysterical squee noises before I pretty much fell over on the way home. I have no idea how to wash the mud and strange purple stuff out of my the beige coat I got for Christmas. There is mud because I rugby-tackled Christine to the floor to thank her for finding my ring which fell off on the way home and through some miracle she picked up. God, that was a horrible few minutes.
Waking up with your mascara sticking your eyes together is not fun. I groaned, and poked Christine. "Hun, I have to go."
"What time is it?"
"Eleven."
"Oh, buggar. I'm in work for eleven."
Anyway. I drove home with everything feeling a little blurry and sticking religiously to all the speeding laws because I would have been so fucked if I'd been pulled over. I then came home and lay on the sofa, refusing medical intervention and possibly calling for a priest.
You know, until I drove to Leigh a few hours later to see Lizzles. Also someone I haven't seen in far too long. She mocked my hangover, agreed to have me stay for a few days (that's in a week, huh) in Leeds when we were both back and discussed the weirdness of housemates. Good fun.
Came home and tried to power nap. By this point, I realised I had the most fucked up hangover ever, because I was still feeling sick, barely ate anything, and the power nap resulted in me swaying slightly and being convinced I was about to die.
Not fun.
I still drove to Iona's. At about eight, my hangover just melted away and I proceeded to eat Iona out of house and home, but as I have said before, I would gladly swap mothers just for the cooking. I also finished watching Firefly. Argle. I don't want that series to be over!
So.
The New Year is here. Happy 2006, people. I hope you all have a wonderful year. As Iona and I silently toasted, here's to less crazy. I go back to university tomorrow, and this month includes my exams, a trip to Leeds to see the NYO play (THANK GOD LEEDS UNI GOES BACK WHEN IT DOES), a road-trip around Scotland and England and hopefully a visit to Cambridge. All that complaining about now seeing him until February may not count so much, now. Yay my university! Exams on a Saturday are bad, but I get two and a half weeks off at the end of the semester, so I can have a road trip, a visit to Cambridge and NO GUILT.
I really hope it all works out like that. Maybe the whole 'no crazy' thing will work out to be a lie, but there's always hope. Life changed a lot this year, more than it ever has before. New things include living by myself, cooking, paying many more bills, being more at peace with decisions, bisexuality, Doctor Who, and obviously Simon. The world is a strange place, and 2005 was not a necessarily good year, but the last quarter was wonderful. It all improved post August, to be fair, and despite falling into one of my dreadful blue funks at about October, I'm optimistic that things will be better next year and continue improving. It's not going to be easy, but where is the fun in that?
I am going to go and do my laundry, clean out my room and do my packing. The last thing of significance I shall do in Ormskirk is watch Chicago and drink wine. I can handle wine now, I think. *crosses fingers*
The next time I update, I shall be in St Andrews. Which is always a plus thing. Katie is already asking me to cook. Ah, home sweet home.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-01-01 11:31 pm (UTC)2006, a bizarre feeling. I hope yours will be a good year.
Good luck packing, and have a good journey up to St. Andrew's and all around the country after that! :)
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Date: 2006-01-04 12:20 am (UTC)xx