So, I may as well get it out of the way...
And say happy Valentines day, everyone.
My valentines will be spent at the hairdresser's tomorrow afternoon, followed by a night in bed with Russel Brand and an assortment of musicians. Fabulous.
Went out tonight, as I promised I would. Avoided drinking and was therefore sober for the whole night, as I said I would be. We went to the Studio (part of our student union) for kareoke, as is the Tuesday tradition. I was being prodded into singing, but I didn't cos I couldn't be bothered. It was a great laugh in there tonight, and I was having an awesome night. However, someone suggested we go on to Beat for a dance, and it sort of killed the evening. The Beat was busy, with very drunk, very irritating first year students. I swear, I was not that annoying in first year. Also, I couldn't be arsed watching all the pathetic little females getting their tits out on show in the hope of pulling for Valentines. Ugh. However, they played a couple of good tunes (Same Jeans by the View and Processed Beats by Kasabian stand out as highlights) so I got a wee dance in. We were only in there for 45 minutes before we all got hacked off and came home. Rock and roll.
So here I am, typing this and drinking hot milk with sugar in, to help me sleep better before tomorrow's 'me day'.
My valentines will be spent at the hairdresser's tomorrow afternoon, followed by a night in bed with Russel Brand and an assortment of musicians. Fabulous.
Went out tonight, as I promised I would. Avoided drinking and was therefore sober for the whole night, as I said I would be. We went to the Studio (part of our student union) for kareoke, as is the Tuesday tradition. I was being prodded into singing, but I didn't cos I couldn't be bothered. It was a great laugh in there tonight, and I was having an awesome night. However, someone suggested we go on to Beat for a dance, and it sort of killed the evening. The Beat was busy, with very drunk, very irritating first year students. I swear, I was not that annoying in first year. Also, I couldn't be arsed watching all the pathetic little females getting their tits out on show in the hope of pulling for Valentines. Ugh. However, they played a couple of good tunes (Same Jeans by the View and Processed Beats by Kasabian stand out as highlights) so I got a wee dance in. We were only in there for 45 minutes before we all got hacked off and came home. Rock and roll.
So here I am, typing this and drinking hot milk with sugar in, to help me sleep better before tomorrow's 'me day'.