Please be aware that two pints of lager is STILL TOO MUCH when you have something that counts as work to do.

So I'm feeling slighty tipsy, but my article is done now (they said they wanted it in by Sunday evening... I think twenty to midnight was a bit later than they intended), so I don't know whether to try and get over it or to have some wine. I ( Read more... )

Ah, a night in with chip butties and vegan ravioli. Heaven. I only have two slices of bread left, but still, heaven.

Meant to make this post Friday night, but it took feckin' ages.

Aaaanyway:

Just got back from the Last Laugh. It was brilliant. I got there just after it started, so I was standing near the back for the first half. It was the end of ( Read more... )

And within that life, I have time to blog about it!

Yeah, this is the first night in ages where I haven't actually felt like shrieking. (Alright, I have been doing some shrieking, but that was for a completely different reason.) And it's because for the next five days, I am ABSOLUTELY FREE. No more essays, no more exams, no lectures... nothing at ( Read more... )

I feel really quite sick ( Read more... )

I had a great night last night. I got home about an hour ago, after one of my less embarrassing/traumatic nights of overenthusiastic binge drinking ( Read more... )

I went out again last night- just me and Katie for drinks at the Wych Elm. She had to be home before her nan was tho, so I only had a pint and a double G&T (they are disgusting, but for some reason I can't stop drinking them), and walked home, glad that I hadn't had dinner and that less alcohol could make me more drunk, swaying slightly and wanting ( Read more... )

I had a drink on an empty stomach earlier this evening. When I stood up I felt all light. I wanted to smile and dance. Before I was feeling pretty low, but now I don't feel too bad.
I had a drink last night too.
If this is how a little bit of alcohol makes me feel, I don't ever want to be sober.

If I'm honest, I feel like I'm cheating because most of these aren't really that embarrassing. I never did phases for longer than a couple of weeks, and what little of them I had was how I was theoretically going to decorate my room (I was too lazy to actually go through with it), not how I looked in general sort of life.

But this is embarrassing. ( Read more... )

 
That makes it sound like it's been destroyed or something. It hasn't; it's falling apart, but it's nowhere near as bad as Ranmoor apparantly was.
I just don't live there any more. I'm gonna miss the place, and we didn't get a big group photo before we all left.
It's gonna be so weird moving from a house of 24 to a house of 4 next year.
So I thought I ( Read more... )

My uni year is over. I'm one third of my way through a BA, I'm no longer a fresher, and I will never go back to Upper Beechwood.
The end of an era.

But I celebrated in style at least. The second of two consecutive-drinking days was the end of year Carnival at the uni, which I went to alone cuz none of the (now ex) housemates could afford the £25 for ( Read more... )