Inflatable beds are fun.
Martyns Moosemass party was last night. Im trying to work out whether I had a good time or not. I didnt have a bad time, but I cant really say that I had a good time either. I think it was just neutral. It was a lot more subdued than the last party which i was thankful for as my head has been pouding the last few days. However kareoke did break out half way through and I had to listen to disaster-songs such as "tricky" and "uptown girl". It made my ears wish they would bleed. Yes Natie, Im looking at you.
(Im joking :P)
We played "I have never", which i have never played before but always wanted to, which was fun. I managed to reveal to the room that Natie was a pet-killing monster of a child. Which was fun :)
ANYWHO. I did not get as drunk as i usually do, half becuse of the bad head, half because chris for some odd reason put squash in my vodka and it tasted like shite. Blackcurrent shite. I did however get tispy enough to start moping. And then chris decided to abandon me and left. Then later in the night I ended up having a text rant at anthony. Who was asleep. But I ranted none the less, mostly about how absolutely useless he is sometimes. Then this morning he demanded I come online and I thought he was going to shout at me, but he didnt. He just went off on a big explainy tangent and just generally... well.. explained. And now I feel better. Im still weird and paranoid as hell about him, but for now I feel better. I think i hurt his feelings though. Oh dear. Nevermind.