Nov 08, 2006 11:27
-Fireworks, when they take place simultaneously over the entire city of Edinburgh, and you're watching from way up on a mountain cliff thing that overlooks the entire city, are probably the most beautiful thing ever.
-Especially when you're cuddling with 15 of your new friends under big tartan blankets with hot cocoa and jaffycakes.
-You wouldn't think it, but getting dragged out of bed to go party is kinda fun. Really fun, actually.
-My liver must be the size of a shrivelled old lima bean. I went out that night with 4 boys, one of whom is the size of a tank- James- and beat them all in a drinking competition. 1 shot of sours, 1 shot of sambuca, and a pint of Fosters, and I was done a good 3 or 4 minutes before everyone else. Granted, 3 of them were freshmen. Still, though.
-Going out with guys is fun! Although it makes it a lot harder to pull other guys. It's like there's an estrogen-testosterone balance, maybe you can reach a quota. Ok! that's it! 5 guys?? No more penis allowed over here.
-Closes are really sketchy. They're like these tiny alleyways that lead to other parts of the city, but they're really narrow. And the one we took to get home that night was DRENCHED, literally, DRENCHED in pee. There was no where we could step that wasn't covered in rivers of pee. Guys are so disgusting.
-I love cuddling. At the end of the night, Phil, Gregor and I all got pizza, curled up in Phil's bed and watched the Matrix. Fun! I fell asleep though, and apparently missed a whole conversation about Liam's love life, which I found out about the next day when I saw him and his neck was COVERED in hickies, Laura style. Sad! I would've liked to know more about that. Hehe.
-I seriously say the dumbest things sometimes, when I'm drunk. Like, the dumbest things ever. My life is kinda like those movies, where it's just so painful you can't even watch, but you need to know that it works out OK. My life is Meet the Parents, with "the parents" being pretty much everyone I know. Example- this same night, James, after the drinking competition, told me I had a beer belly, and I slapped him on the arm and told him you don't call girls fat. And then every guy there got REAL quiet, and I felt so awkward! Oh well, little stuff like that. I beat myself up about it, and then I say it (or type it) out loud and it sounds stupid and insignificant.
Love!