Shut me up and I'll get along with you
A very long time ago I used livejournal on a regular basis. A very long time ago it was also March. Care to reminisce with me?
Haggis-girl was my first house guest.
Being 17 at the time meant our Saturday night consisted of lollies and making posters.
Which Alex then used to uh... decorate my door.
I miss her alot.
Hurry up and come back, Scotland doesn't love you like I do.
This fine specimen had a fit and gave herself a black eye. She made me feel tough by association.
I miss her alot too.
Haha it's college girl in her college robe.
March also heralded my birthay, one that these lovely ladies came to celebrate with yours truly.
I was only a little excited.
Elyse.
Kristi.
And Genuine Russian Vodka, of course.
I disappeared for a little bit do the family thing. (Can I just use this time to point out how much me and my brother do not look alike at all?)
I returned home to find these "birthday presents".
There were about 20+ of these, but I'm just going to give you the "Greatest Hits".
The black eye makes it all the sexier.
Just noticed that Kristi's boobs look GIGANTIC in all these photos...
And then my birthday began.
It consisted (reportedly..the haze is large) of finding Kristi's male twin (YOU KNOW IT WAS TRUE), going into the city then back again, wearing heels that clicked on the ground and drove everyone insane, standing in the uni at midnight singing, driving in Harry's reved up car -- grinding over speedhumps and doing a burnout (can we say hardxcore?), Lucy and Julian trying to break into the uni (I do not remember why...), dropping off Elyse the cripple to bed, going to the Marly and dancing with the old people in suits, doing foul sambucca shots, leaving Lucy/Julian/Harry behind, going back into the city, doing approximately 15+ shots, telling Kristi how much she means to me in the toilets, dancing among Indians, making random people and bartenders buy me drinks because it was my birthday, hugging and talking to one random stranger for half an hour like she was my best friend, Gloria dragging my drunk arse everywhere as we tried to find places that had no cover charges/wouldn't reject me for being so intoxicated, yelling at every man (including a whole group of 10 guys in McDonalds) that tried to speak to me because apparently they're "FUCKING LOSERS", trying to fight bouners that wouldn't let me into places, getting a taxi home with a driver in a cowboy hat and huge handlebar moustache and telling him that if he didn't turn his cowboy music up and sing at the top of his lungs I wouldn't pay my fare, talking to the driver literally non-stop, finally returning to my flat at 5 am - yelling at the top of my lungs about how much I hated my flatmates (funny cos they didnt hear it at all ahahaha) and having a security guard enter my house and tell me that I needed to be quiet.
Then I passed out. To testify how much so - I had my phone in my pocket, on loud and vibrate - and when I woke up (ie. when Kristi sat on me)I had 2 missed calls and 5 msgs and I had FELT/HEARD NONE OF THEM.
Oh, and when I woke up I was still drunk.
Observe:
Oh, and did I mention I slept in Ben's blanket that lived on our couch AKA THE SEEDIEST BLANKET OF ALL TIME? This again testifies to my drunkeness.
Actually, after this night I made peace with the blanket and would wrap myself in it quite often when I was sitting on the couch and cold... that is until Michelle vomitted on it and I decided it could never truly be clean again.
It truly was a disaster zone that no one could bare to watch.
Did I mention I was naked?? HAHAHA
The end.
