May 13, 2007 00:18
Well well well my friends!
It's been a while - let me update you with exciting incidents I have recently encountered!
A lot of drinking, as I demonstrated to Oonagh and Eilidh this evening on my ferret calendar - 5 out of 7 days of the past week I have been consuming alcohol!
Starting off with a week ago last Tuesday, when I ended my french classes with a bang through some celebratory drinks at the pub with my teacher. Unfortunately he rejected all of my attempts to seduce him, but we nevertheless had a merry time darting in between french english french english in the manner of a bilingual person e.g. "Je suis tres drunk". I'm pretty sure our date was illegal.
Anyway, Wednesday was probably boring, in that I cannot remember it, but Thursday - what a day! School and Catriona's, to celebrate the coming of her eighteenth year.
Friday itself was pleasant; I schooled things up, then decided English was far inferior to Botanic Gardens with the Wishaw crew, followed by a few drinks and drugs in Lauren's back garden. What fun!
Saturday - work - BLAH!
That night however, what a party! I fell asleep at about 11.25! A new record for me!
Sunday was spent relishing in the glories of our New Zealand friends for one last time, which involved us sitting for six hours in the same chair. I mean, I am all for sitting with loved ones, but we all started to go a little crazy after that. However, dinner at their flat was highly romantic! Eilidh kissed Sandy! Spread the word, you gossipers, you.
Monday - boring - Tuesday! Back to Tuesday! This was cocktails, after Lauren and I were refused entry to our school-mate's party in Viper on account of the bouncers at the door! Ironically, this rejection on account of our under-ageness led us to the pub, followed by a brief session at my brother's flat.
Incidently, as I type this, my left eye is turning blurry! The old conjunctivitus I suppose! Also - I gave Lauren it! Ho ho! What a sly old dog I am ! A scally wag, for sure!
Wednesday was the old Leaver's Day, where I got somewhat intoxicated and walked home half-naked in the dark and pouring rain from Mugdock with a bunch of people I barely know, and invited a diabetic ginger boy that I kissed once back into my house for cups of tea. Unfortunately, this led to drama the next day when I woke up to find his insulin and supply of mars bars in my house, and I then had to do some serious detective work to find his number and inform him this, before he died. For example, I had to call up Ian Murdock, a boy I believe I have had two conversations with in my life, and whom I distinctly get the impression he HATES me and EVERYTHING ABOUT ME.
Our phonecall went a little something like this:
PHONE: Bring bring! Bring bring!
HIM: Hello?
ME: HIIIIII THEEEEEEERE it's SUSIE!
HiM:
ME: SUSSSIEEE! OH YOU KNOOOW! FROM SCHOOOOL!
HIM:
ME: (whiningly) THIS IS KIND OF WEIRD - BUT DO YOU HAVE CAMERON BROOOOOWN'S NUUUUMBER???? HE LEFT HIS BAAG IN MY HOOOUSE!
HIM: Yes.
ME: CAN I HAAAAAAAAAVE it?
HIM: Call me back in a minute.
ME: OKAAAAAAAAY BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Slapping my hand on my forehead, I hung up. "Ewww" I moaned into my palms, "Why aren't I normal?"
After a minute, I rang again.
ME: MEEE AGAIN! (Of course it's you, Susie; who else has an annoyingly chirpy voice like that?.)
HIM: The number is 328438974398
ME: OKAAAY THANK YOU SOOO MUCH I MEAN LIKE I REALLY NEEDED IT I WAS LIKE TOTALLY WORRIED AND I LIKE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS LIKE GOING TO GO INTO LIKE A COMA OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT BUT THANK GOD YOU FOUND THAT I'VE BEEN DOING LIKE TOTAL STALKING TRYING TO GET HIS NUMBER YOU WOULDN'T LIKE BELIEVE THE PEOPLE I'VE CALLED BUT -
HIM: Bye.
ME: (With unwavering cheeriness) EH, OKAY! BYEBYE!
Again, I hung up the phone and banged my head onto the table at which Calum and I were sitting.
After much texting, (I didn't trust myself to call up The-Ginger-Boy-I-Kissed) he eventually came round to my house, where we had an ackward, "So, I've kissed you then had you over to my house for midnight cups of tea despite the fact that we have NEVER actually had a conversation up until the point when I passed you a hot steaming mug of boiling water?" rendez-vous.
A few gabblings later, he was gone, and I went back to my studying.
For indeed, the Advanced Higher English exam was on Friday - but no more on that terrible subject. Last night I merely stayed in my bed, today I went to work and marvelled at my own stupidity, followed by a goodbye-session with the New Zealander's. They are gone now, but I predict their return! One day! Perhaps when they are 40 and have seven children with even crazier names then their own.