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I woke up this morning to the lovely sound of Connie's alarm clock and a child screaming "ready set go" over and over and over again. Although I could not do anything about the kid as my window was already closed, I did however manage to stumble blindly into Connie's room and shut the alarm off before realizing it was ten in the morning and decided it was time to go back to sleep. Some how I managed to get to sleep lulled by the sounds of a young child screaming "ready set go".
Later I awoke at about 12:00, with the last strains of Amelia singing "my lumps, my lumps, my lovely lady lumps" and "La la la la, don't funk with my lumps" and the vague memory of me trying to take off my pants while walking down Barrington street. I must at this point thank Connie who told me not to and got me to do up my pants. Anyways I managed to roll out of bed and looked down to discover that at sometime during the night my breasts have been named Pebbles and Bam Bam. I believe I can attribute that particular piece of graffiti to Connie, since she not only drew on me but decided to sign her artwork. At this point a whole flood of memories came flooding back which, well to be honest are quite embarrassing, which after all was the whole point of going out and getting drunk. Since I am not in the mood to type it all out I shall present you with a photo essay, in which I am not featured since for the most part I was taking the pictures.
pre drunkenss
the drinks (you can't be too creative on this thing, it only goes in straight lines)
she was so Nort Drink here, and yes of course I took advantage of Liane while she was drunk, oh and she does have the skills, look at that mout.
I don't really have drunken pictures of Stephanie and Connie, and connie avoided the camera. And the ultimate moment, when Liane had to adjust her jacket and well, the post was the closest thing for drunk people to hold so they stayed upright, well sort of.
Oh, yay for me, so far today have not managed to do any homework, which is awesome because I had not planned to do any anyways, Greek can kiss my ass for all I care. And Latin too, except for when it deals with Harry Potter, well not really Latin, maybe the Iliad though. Perhaps I shall use all those recipes in my course reader and become rich, yes that's the plan, and however it does strike me as unlikely. Oh well, that is life, speaking of which I am so not a teenager anymore, I must say I am one of the few people I know of who was excited to turn twenty. However so many people insulted teenagers in my presence you'd think I was invisible, but no more of that, I am old, well older.
However now I must go now and make supper, or at least eat something, and possibly end the day with a movie, however not Calligulus, man that movie was worse then porn, oh well.