kristen\\but we're trash!
on saturday i had to awaken at the ungodly hour of 5.30am to get ready for work. i ended up finishing at 2pm therefore i could not go to the beach and tan, which now means that i will be sleeping in the sun all week at school. i went home and started to get ready to go watch the soccer. we watched one and a half games, because we had to walk to lisarow station then catch a train back to woy woy where my mother would be meeting laura and i. we met these lovely boys at lisarow station that offered to take us to club troppo. we politefully declined as we are horridly underage but they insisted they could sneak us in. finally i called my mother and asked her and she said 'no.' then laughed at me for even asking.
we arrived in woy woy, one minute earlier because cityrail doesn't suck unless you need to be somewhere at a certain time, and got in the car with my mother. we drove to the atm where i got all huffed about being unable to withdraw less than 40$.
we proceeded to drive to the bottleshop where i was talking to murray (one of the lovely workers) about his recommendations. he recommended i did not buy those vodka twistee shots, but we bought 2 each. we also bought a pack of double blacks, midori (which we consumed half of then got my mother to look after the other half), and a 4 pack of crusiers.
we drove back to my house where we began the festivities.
we would then leave the house and i decided to not take my camera because i am a forgetful drunk. however i will give you a rundown of what happened outside of the house.
we walked around, found random people, rode in strange cars, were molested by strange people, waited around for people, found new people, went to an 18th, juggled eggs and had whipped cream wars.
we would occasionally trek back to my place to either
a)use the bathroom
b)recharge out phones
or c)get more alcohol
after the fun was over, ie me spewing into random grasses because i attempted [please note that my attempt was so pathetic that it took me about 10 minutes to finish it off] to shot those horrid things you see above, sac came to the rescue.
we went for a drive and talked//slurred about girls and how they dont put out, my wicked sexy underwear, fastcars, football and booze. he parked the car up the road from my house, just so he could get out and walk me home like they do on tv. i got in the door and it was only 2am, however i felt like shit so i went to bed.
i spewed. in my bed. i spewed. everywhere. my mother heard me choking on my spew and came to the rescue. she put me on the lounge and i didnt spew again.
laura called my mobile about 3 million times because she was lost and couldnt find my house, but i must have been in a coma or something because i didnt hear my super cool ringtones or feel the vibrations. so she crashed at bens place.
in the morning i was rudely awoken by sister and mother who wanted to take hangover shots. so here they are:
now i am well aware of me being extremely unphotogenic, but those photos were just shocking. my sister, however, doesnt look all that bad.
laura called me and trekked up to my place. her phone had suffered a smashing at the hands of angry, drunk boys, but i forgot to take a photo. so you can use your vivid imaginations.
now i feel really rancid and my hair is coated in a lovely spew aroma.
i have washed my hair 3 times and it is still spewified.
ew.