Everybody needs to get naked.
Megan's visit was pretty awesome. Amsterdam is crazy. I drank and smoked more this whole week than I probably have since I've been here. And I've finally been kicked out of the Sugarhouse! It took 6 months or so but Megan helped make it happen. I was starting to feel left out.
I leave for my Euro backpacking trip next week and I already know it's going to be fucking wild. I don't know if I'll make it through 8 countries in 30 days with nothing but a backpack and a couple hundred euros. I was spent after only a few days in Amsterdam, and returned to England with a maxed out credit card. Also felt a little violated and braindead.
I'm really hoping there will be enough english speaking people in the places I'm traveling through.
I think my flatmates and I have started to get quite comfortable with eachother. Maybe a little too comfortable.
I still can't remember why we all felt compelled to strip down completely naked and party in the kitchen till about 4 AM. Then evidently we got in the lift and went knocking on for the floors above us. Whoops? And I went to mama mia's barefoot in the rain and fell down the stairs. I got one free chip from the clerk. I topped off 2 extra bottles of wine after Megan crashed, and I found out later on that Lucy was pouring heaps of rum into my wine glass when I wasn't looking. That explains my drunken shenanigans and my hangover. That stealthy bitch.
I dont know how I even got back to bed, but I remember waking up, staring at the clock for about 5 minutes, realizing it was 7:45 AM and we slept through our 5:30 AM alarm, were about to miss Megan's flight, so our drunk asses jumped up and hauled ass out of my flat, got a train all the way to Manchester, ran through the terminal and almost had to pause for a quick vomit, got to check in about 10 minutes before the flight took off, and found out the flight was canceled. I was drunk till about noon. I just took a shower and discovered a plethora of new bruises all over my body. I should probably not be allowed to drink.
Today is mine and Justin's one year anniversary :) he left me a cute message thismorning. I love him lots.
I wish I could have gone to Ireland with Kat today. Oh well though, if I had I would probably drink myself to death and I really need to give my liver a rest and spare myself the drunken embaressment.
My fat ass needs to stop eating all of this shit food. I was so healthy this summer, wtf happened.
I'm still not sure if I'll be ready to leave this place in the end.
I leave for my Euro backpacking trip next week and I already know it's going to be fucking wild. I don't know if I'll make it through 8 countries in 30 days with nothing but a backpack and a couple hundred euros. I was spent after only a few days in Amsterdam, and returned to England with a maxed out credit card. Also felt a little violated and braindead.
I'm really hoping there will be enough english speaking people in the places I'm traveling through.
I think my flatmates and I have started to get quite comfortable with eachother. Maybe a little too comfortable.
I still can't remember why we all felt compelled to strip down completely naked and party in the kitchen till about 4 AM. Then evidently we got in the lift and went knocking on for the floors above us. Whoops? And I went to mama mia's barefoot in the rain and fell down the stairs. I got one free chip from the clerk. I topped off 2 extra bottles of wine after Megan crashed, and I found out later on that Lucy was pouring heaps of rum into my wine glass when I wasn't looking. That explains my drunken shenanigans and my hangover. That stealthy bitch.
I dont know how I even got back to bed, but I remember waking up, staring at the clock for about 5 minutes, realizing it was 7:45 AM and we slept through our 5:30 AM alarm, were about to miss Megan's flight, so our drunk asses jumped up and hauled ass out of my flat, got a train all the way to Manchester, ran through the terminal and almost had to pause for a quick vomit, got to check in about 10 minutes before the flight took off, and found out the flight was canceled. I was drunk till about noon. I just took a shower and discovered a plethora of new bruises all over my body. I should probably not be allowed to drink.
Today is mine and Justin's one year anniversary :) he left me a cute message thismorning. I love him lots.
I wish I could have gone to Ireland with Kat today. Oh well though, if I had I would probably drink myself to death and I really need to give my liver a rest and spare myself the drunken embaressment.
My fat ass needs to stop eating all of this shit food. I was so healthy this summer, wtf happened.
I'm still not sure if I'll be ready to leave this place in the end.