This technically isn't a "drunk" post - more of a "sobering up" post
I managed to get an extension on my overdraft, which reminded me that money can be spent on alcohol, so it's 04:43 and I've made a huge clanging mistake. I have to get up in, ooh, three hours? I actually hit the bed at midnight (I TRIED to be responsible - I even didn't clean my room tonight so I couldn't bring anybody home) but woke up three hours later and I can't get back to sleep. I think I'm still mildly drunk, because I don't feel shitty and I think I drunk at least 2/5ths of my 1 litre Russian wodka tonight. I'm really hoping I don't chunder errywhar when I go into university this morning. That'll be a good first day.
Also we were running around Manchester shouting "FRESHARR" (think "Buttscratcharr" from Family Guy) at anyone who looked young enough to be one. We love you really, freshers, just you clog up the roads with your youngness 'n' shit.
Best line of the night - some girl in front of me on the bus yelled "I'M TWENTY THREE. WHEN I SMILE MY WRINKLES STAY." Then I told this to my mate in the toilets of the club and the girl came out of the loo and went "OMG THAT'S ME YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WHAT ARE THE CHANCES o_o"
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And then there was a girl at the cash point with bleach blonde hair and a blowy dress who put in her card, typed her pin, clapped like a posh seal and in the strongest South London accent went "Oh! How delightful! I've never done this before!"
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She took out ninety quid or something insane. I hope she doesn't get robbed by me.
Going out tonight, staying in tomorrow, our house partay the day after and a mate's house party the day after that. Things I have learnt while trying to organise a house party: 1) Fanmixes are awesome sources of funky music (Thank you Chekov/Sulu and your fucked up sexy and sickeningly trite fandom) 2) It's a really bad idea to be the one with your bedroom on the same floor as the lounge and not have a lock (we're going to cover the door in masking tape and put up a sign saying "beware of the leopard") 3) YOU CAN'T GET DOPE FOR LOVE NOR MONEY DURING FRESHERS
SERIOUSLY. I WAS LIKE "DUDE I NEED ABOUT *GESTURES SIZE*"
AND HE WAS ALL "IN JUST THREE DAYS? NAH MATE. I'VE GOT SOME ACID THOUGH?"
AND I WAS LIKE "...NO? I'M NOT DROPPING LSD AT A HOUSE PARTY YOU MASSIVE WEIRDO"
AND HE WAS ALL "BUT IT'S THE FASHION."
inthethesixties.mp3
I might get some though, tbh. Dropping acid is one of those things I want to do once in my life. Then I'll listen to White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane and BLOW MY MIND.
Also we were running around Manchester shouting "FRESHARR" (think "Buttscratcharr" from Family Guy) at anyone who looked young enough to be one. We love you really, freshers, just you clog up the roads with your youngness 'n' shit.
Best line of the night - some girl in front of me on the bus yelled "I'M TWENTY THREE. WHEN I SMILE MY WRINKLES STAY." Then I told this to my mate in the toilets of the club and the girl came out of the loo and went "OMG THAT'S ME YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WHAT ARE THE CHANCES o_o"
areyouawizard.jpg
And then there was a girl at the cash point with bleach blonde hair and a blowy dress who put in her card, typed her pin, clapped like a posh seal and in the strongest South London accent went "Oh! How delightful! I've never done this before!"
whatisthisidonteven.gif
She took out ninety quid or something insane. I hope she doesn't get robbed by me.
Going out tonight, staying in tomorrow, our house partay the day after and a mate's house party the day after that. Things I have learnt while trying to organise a house party: 1) Fanmixes are awesome sources of funky music (Thank you Chekov/Sulu and your fucked up sexy and sickeningly trite fandom) 2) It's a really bad idea to be the one with your bedroom on the same floor as the lounge and not have a lock (we're going to cover the door in masking tape and put up a sign saying "beware of the leopard") 3) YOU CAN'T GET DOPE FOR LOVE NOR MONEY DURING FRESHERS
SERIOUSLY. I WAS LIKE "DUDE I NEED ABOUT *GESTURES SIZE*"
AND HE WAS ALL "IN JUST THREE DAYS? NAH MATE. I'VE GOT SOME ACID THOUGH?"
AND I WAS LIKE "...NO? I'M NOT DROPPING LSD AT A HOUSE PARTY YOU MASSIVE WEIRDO"
AND HE WAS ALL "BUT IT'S THE FASHION."
inthethesixties.mp3
I might get some though, tbh. Dropping acid is one of those things I want to do once in my life. Then I'll listen to White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane and BLOW MY MIND.