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Yesterday was an incredibly painful day. Rob was hogging the bed, as per, hence I was squashed with my knees against the wall. Upon my wasp infestation investigation, I managed to swing my head into the door, the sharp edge of the door, in fact, resulting in a sore head. When I arrived at Sara's for our pre drinks, I managed to get hairspray in my eye during Callum's backcombing, as well as burn him with a cigarette, graze my leg on the wooden futon, and receive a nasty, bloodied scratch from Kermie.
Waking up with a hangover today was made all the more unpleasant by banging my already aching head into the low ceiling as I dragged my abused body across the hallway.
However, last night was pretty fun. Over the course of the evening, I spoke to two Irishmen from Co.Cork (heritage) and we swapped tales of Roman Catholic nuns and Irish parenting methods ("Ahh yes, dummies dipped in Whiskey, I remember that, didn't do me any harm" said one of the men, guzzling down pint ater pint of gut rotting filth). I also spoke to a Scottish man, and after a discussion with him about the North/South smoking divide (Mayfair for downtrodden Southerners and Lambert & Butler for course Northerners), I was longing to bump into a Welshman. It would have been the best possible outcome. Instead I assaulted the ears of some poor freshers, telling them to enjoy there time at University, like an insane old woman, stinking of tequila, embittered by lemons and experience.
Waking up with a hangover today was made all the more unpleasant by banging my already aching head into the low ceiling as I dragged my abused body across the hallway.
However, last night was pretty fun. Over the course of the evening, I spoke to two Irishmen from Co.Cork (heritage) and we swapped tales of Roman Catholic nuns and Irish parenting methods ("Ahh yes, dummies dipped in Whiskey, I remember that, didn't do me any harm" said one of the men, guzzling down pint ater pint of gut rotting filth). I also spoke to a Scottish man, and after a discussion with him about the North/South smoking divide (Mayfair for downtrodden Southerners and Lambert & Butler for course Northerners), I was longing to bump into a Welshman. It would have been the best possible outcome. Instead I assaulted the ears of some poor freshers, telling them to enjoy there time at University, like an insane old woman, stinking of tequila, embittered by lemons and experience.