my kingdom for a fucking piece of pink card. it'll be the most expensive piece of pink card i've ever owned, if i ever manage to get it.

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I am never drinking again. Not after the seemingly great offer of a litre of vodka-red bull for 5 euros in Mallorca. I don't remember getting home that night, and I lost most of the next day too. Which was ok, because it wasn't sunny. I learnt the important lesson that sun cream should also be applied to the backs of knees to avoid painful sunburn ( Read more... )

going to Germany tomorrow ( Read more... )

Well, I thought I did. I came up with a cracking idea for one of my assignments last week, and have been (fairly) happily searching for evidence of rhythm in language. Those of you who've seen me dance will appreciate my sense of rhythm, but I'm trying... Unfortunately, with every example I look at I seem to be adding new questions, not new ( Read more... )

Is not easy. It's difficult in English, but way harder in German. After 4 cocktails, half a bottle of wine and a lot of blackcurrant schnapps and baileys. Don't ever watch Robin Hood Men in Tights drinking every time they say Robin or Loxley. It just leads to badness in your head and random cramps in your hand. Off back to bed now.

So, long time with the no update. First there was illness, which hit me a couple of weeks ago like a tonne of bricks. It started with a not-so-nice headache, which progressed into a killer headache, which lasted three days and was so much not fun I can't even begin to describe it. And someone like me, who needs fairly constant human interaction, ( Read more... )

Drinking is bad for you. And Germans can drink me under the table. I should learn this and give up gracefully before it gets to the point where I'm asleep on the bathroom floor in a friend's house. I feel like my insides have been violated this morning, and if only the world would stop spining, and I would stop shaking, then things would be ( Read more... )

This weekend was Viking weekend in York, which nicely coincided with the familial visit of my mum, dad, uncle and aunt. Generally, as far as I gathered, an excuse to drink lots in a short space of time:


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I've been wanting to write an entry all day. But I don't want to, because it will turn into an entry about how much I miss Dennis. So i'll start with the good, positive, non-pining things. Karate was good. We did axe-kicks, and I managed to hurt both of my feet by kicking Maria's elbows. Erm, that's not good, that's just funny. There was much ( Read more... )