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I am not dead, if any of you suspected that it was so. I have just had a lack fo things to post about, because I'm sure that you all get fed up with reading: 'So, this weekend, what did I do? Went to the pub, went clubbing, and then was very dead at work. Oh, and then went back to the pub.'
So ... what have I been up to? Well, on Wedneday, I went to the pub, went clubbing, and then spent the entirety of the next day living off a diet of Lucozade. Oh, and wait! I'm did the same thing last Saturday, and I'm doing it on Tuesday too.
Actually, on Wednesday, we went to a different club to usual - Atlantis, the notorius 'Club on the Pier'. The one that Alice's dad referred to as, "Oh, I'm glad you don't ever go to that nasty one by the sea. Lots of dodgy people there." It was not, however, that bad, as we went on student night, so drinks were cheap, everyone was young, and security was fairly lax, so we managed to sneak to underage people in with us. We shall not, I might add, be repeating the experience, as Atlantis has a slightly ... different clientele to TJ's, our usual haunt. To put it nicely, I've never seen so much fake tan in my life. The outrageous costumes made up for it, though, as we saw: 2 people in their pyjamas, 1 banana costume, 1 dog costume, and 8 boys wearing nothing but red or white football shorts and lots of blue body paint. (We finally figured out that they were Smurfs.)
I have recognised, by the way, that I need to spend less time drinking and more time asleep, as my body is finally beginning to crack under the strain of two months of solid partying since I turned eighteen. Of course, half-term has just started, so nothing is going to slow down quite yet, as my friends are pretty much planning the week around the day's pub choice:
~ Saturday: The Hurst Arms, because it has a pool table and we feel the need to expand our pub repertoire
~ Monday: The Counting House, to try out their pub quiz
~ Tuesday: Spoons and TJ's for Alex's birthday
~ Thursday: a gentle country walk over the Downs to get to The Tiger at East Dean
(The rest of the time I plan to spend sleeping, writing coursework, and Wednesday is, of course, reserved for moping about that fact that I am single and alone.)
I feel quite guilty, because I not only jumped on Sam when he was in a vulnerable position (read: drunk) and made him pinky-promise me never to smoke cigarettes again (the get-out clause being that he can smoke whatever else he likes), but also made him swear that, as of Monday, he will not drink for two weeks. Whereas I stil drinking, and plan to cheat by saying that I will not drink from the 4th - 11th of March. Because I am in America, and would not be able to buy it anyway. *cackles*
Right, off to be responsible. I am a little brain-dead because I spent the night at Sam's, and we stayed up eating Tim-Tams and watching bizarre Anime films until five am, and now I must write something coherent about Mary Queen of Scots.