margh
I am unsure as to the translation of the word 'margh' but in my head it aptly conveys the level of tired I am currently experiencing, mixed with mild embarrisment and a feeling of motherly protection...But mostly tired.
Friday.
Emma's party. It was good, there are many pictures. I ended up on drunk patrol after both Joe and a wonderfully flamboyant guy called James got far too drunk in the first hour and a half. Her 19th was themed - something you once were in a play. I can as an extra in annie, because I was too lazy to find the wings to be Puck.
Saturday.
Woke up early, wandered about a bit chatting to Emma's family who are lovely, and me and Joe had a coffee in the nice place near Kingsgate whose name I've forgotten before getting a train to Liverpool...Well I say coffee, he had tea and I had hot chocolate with marshmellows and whipped cream. But saying 'we went for a coffee' is far more easier to say isn't it?
Bex's party was pretty cool for a 7 hour marathon of '...WHU?'. Started off pretty quiet, then people turned up, most I'd either met before, or had a long reputation that preceeded them. Except Mike, who should have had a long reputation that preceeded him. :D
Joe I think was over compensating a little for being in a room of random people and simply put possibly annoyed a few people. He also had crotch hole and ended up having to put his other trousers on from his mad scientist costume from Friday, which was fine except I'd just washed them so they were a bit damp. I felt a bit mean ganging up on him like that, but it haqd to be done. As a result he got upset at me which probably didn't help public opinion more, but things got sorted. I just feel bad when stuff like that because it's like 'ugh, *facepalm*' And then I come across as the simpleton girlfriend that lets herself get walked on and is too nice for her own good. I am too nice for my own good, but just in general. Though I do like calling people whores far too much :D. In conclusion, I apologise to any Liverpool folk reading this for some of my boyfriend's actions, and yes I am taking him on a forced clothes shopping fairly soon.
I didn't drink much but had the migrane from utter hell which was aided by an ice compress but did have the downside of dripping on me far too much...And being thrust down Mike's pants by Dan...or possibly the other way around.
A large part of party was spent with me curled up on the sofa nursing said migrane and being highly amused by especially Mike, Dan, Borat and Vicki, and Lolo who kept coming up and giving me massive hugs, she's deffo made of win.
I also hope Mike doesn't feel too bad today. I pick Mike out of everyone as he had many things done to him including ice down tee shirt, stolen shoes, hit in the shoulder by a toy gun, punched repeatedly, hit by multiple alocholic beverages. oh yeah, and he fell off the stairs. *facepalm*. That was an interesting moment. As was Rob and the glass.
...In general conclusion I think I fit into the house of nerdy geeks far too well. I even have an RPG character in my head in case it ever comes up. Her names Marta and she's a little woodland fairy that likes to fly around and make sarcastic comments :D
I think I went to bed about 2am, but it's hard to say as it took about half an hour what with Mike and Ben invading the areas of sleepage. Then my migraine making me feel horrible. Then I come down to collect his Lord Joeness, only to find him passed out on the sofa, and 4 or 5 sad looking people huddled on the floor wearing coats with the front door open, the hosts missing, and some sorts of confusion going on that completely passed me by.
I realise this post is redicuasly long, *makes high pitched sowwy noise* but I'm nearly finished. This is what happens when I actually do something - stuff happens then I have more to report on than my latest gaming obsession or what purple trinkets I've seen today lol.
Anyway. I croutch next to Joe and tried to wake him up gently...Not happening. About 5 slaps later, eyes blink at me. Then this exchange occurred (as best as I can remember):
Me: Joe hunny. Get up. It's bed time now.
Joe: I'm waiting for Steph.
Me: ...I am Steph.
Joe: No you're not, you're Bex.
*all the cold shivering drunken people laugh*
me: ...No. I'm S.T.E.P.H. You have to come upstairs, it's comfy.
Joe: It's comfy here, and you can't drag me.
Me: Let me put it this way. I have the worst migrane in the world that's been making me ill, and i'm a tired midget. I can do anything, if I want to drag you. You're getting dragged sweetheart.
Joe: ...That is a very good argument. *gets up*.
Sunday.
Just lazed about mostly, too tired to do anything. Which goes for Ben & Bex & Joe too, plus I think the house guests that hung around to varying times of the day. Got yummy pizza takeaway for dinner. I've also discovered Assassin's Creed is bad for my sanity, If I fall asleep during crappy 1950's B movies I make up my own endings in my sleep, and that the sweets Rosie Apples are very painful to feet.
It is currently 10pm, Ben/Bex have gone to bed as Bex has work tomorrow, and I'm sat listening to the sounds of Joe playing Fable 2. And I'm pondering the depths of my OCD which currently amount to me wanting to clean the house and do the washing up. A task very much hindered by the fact THERE IS NO WASHING UP LIQUID. This fact makes me die inside a little...Hi, my name's Steph and I'm a clean-a-holic. :D
I've also realised from when I took my teeshirt off earlier and put it back on after going updtairs for a nap. It's on inside out. This occurred several hours ago. 'Why Holmes, your powers of observation are astonising.' 'Why thank you Watson...Watson.' 'Yes Holmes?' 'Just how long HAVE you been a woman?'
...I don't know...I'd like to blame it on the CFS but I think this just comes naturally...I'm going to have a shower, take one of Bex's uber herbal sleepy tablet thingymajigs and go to bed now...
Friday.
Emma's party. It was good, there are many pictures. I ended up on drunk patrol after both Joe and a wonderfully flamboyant guy called James got far too drunk in the first hour and a half. Her 19th was themed - something you once were in a play. I can as an extra in annie, because I was too lazy to find the wings to be Puck.
Saturday.
Woke up early, wandered about a bit chatting to Emma's family who are lovely, and me and Joe had a coffee in the nice place near Kingsgate whose name I've forgotten before getting a train to Liverpool...Well I say coffee, he had tea and I had hot chocolate with marshmellows and whipped cream. But saying 'we went for a coffee' is far more easier to say isn't it?
Bex's party was pretty cool for a 7 hour marathon of '...WHU?'. Started off pretty quiet, then people turned up, most I'd either met before, or had a long reputation that preceeded them. Except Mike, who should have had a long reputation that preceeded him. :D
Joe I think was over compensating a little for being in a room of random people and simply put possibly annoyed a few people. He also had crotch hole and ended up having to put his other trousers on from his mad scientist costume from Friday, which was fine except I'd just washed them so they were a bit damp. I felt a bit mean ganging up on him like that, but it haqd to be done. As a result he got upset at me which probably didn't help public opinion more, but things got sorted. I just feel bad when stuff like that because it's like 'ugh, *facepalm*' And then I come across as the simpleton girlfriend that lets herself get walked on and is too nice for her own good. I am too nice for my own good, but just in general. Though I do like calling people whores far too much :D. In conclusion, I apologise to any Liverpool folk reading this for some of my boyfriend's actions, and yes I am taking him on a forced clothes shopping fairly soon.
I didn't drink much but had the migrane from utter hell which was aided by an ice compress but did have the downside of dripping on me far too much...And being thrust down Mike's pants by Dan...or possibly the other way around.
A large part of party was spent with me curled up on the sofa nursing said migrane and being highly amused by especially Mike, Dan, Borat and Vicki, and Lolo who kept coming up and giving me massive hugs, she's deffo made of win.
I also hope Mike doesn't feel too bad today. I pick Mike out of everyone as he had many things done to him including ice down tee shirt, stolen shoes, hit in the shoulder by a toy gun, punched repeatedly, hit by multiple alocholic beverages. oh yeah, and he fell off the stairs. *facepalm*. That was an interesting moment. As was Rob and the glass.
...In general conclusion I think I fit into the house of nerdy geeks far too well. I even have an RPG character in my head in case it ever comes up. Her names Marta and she's a little woodland fairy that likes to fly around and make sarcastic comments :D
I think I went to bed about 2am, but it's hard to say as it took about half an hour what with Mike and Ben invading the areas of sleepage. Then my migraine making me feel horrible. Then I come down to collect his Lord Joeness, only to find him passed out on the sofa, and 4 or 5 sad looking people huddled on the floor wearing coats with the front door open, the hosts missing, and some sorts of confusion going on that completely passed me by.
I realise this post is redicuasly long, *makes high pitched sowwy noise* but I'm nearly finished. This is what happens when I actually do something - stuff happens then I have more to report on than my latest gaming obsession or what purple trinkets I've seen today lol.
Anyway. I croutch next to Joe and tried to wake him up gently...Not happening. About 5 slaps later, eyes blink at me. Then this exchange occurred (as best as I can remember):
Me: Joe hunny. Get up. It's bed time now.
Joe: I'm waiting for Steph.
Me: ...I am Steph.
Joe: No you're not, you're Bex.
*all the cold shivering drunken people laugh*
me: ...No. I'm S.T.E.P.H. You have to come upstairs, it's comfy.
Joe: It's comfy here, and you can't drag me.
Me: Let me put it this way. I have the worst migrane in the world that's been making me ill, and i'm a tired midget. I can do anything, if I want to drag you. You're getting dragged sweetheart.
Joe: ...That is a very good argument. *gets up*.
Sunday.
Just lazed about mostly, too tired to do anything. Which goes for Ben & Bex & Joe too, plus I think the house guests that hung around to varying times of the day. Got yummy pizza takeaway for dinner. I've also discovered Assassin's Creed is bad for my sanity, If I fall asleep during crappy 1950's B movies I make up my own endings in my sleep, and that the sweets Rosie Apples are very painful to feet.
It is currently 10pm, Ben/Bex have gone to bed as Bex has work tomorrow, and I'm sat listening to the sounds of Joe playing Fable 2. And I'm pondering the depths of my OCD which currently amount to me wanting to clean the house and do the washing up. A task very much hindered by the fact THERE IS NO WASHING UP LIQUID. This fact makes me die inside a little...Hi, my name's Steph and I'm a clean-a-holic. :D
I've also realised from when I took my teeshirt off earlier and put it back on after going updtairs for a nap. It's on inside out. This occurred several hours ago. 'Why Holmes, your powers of observation are astonising.' 'Why thank you Watson...Watson.' 'Yes Holmes?' 'Just how long HAVE you been a woman?'
...I don't know...I'd like to blame it on the CFS but I think this just comes naturally...I'm going to have a shower, take one of Bex's uber herbal sleepy tablet thingymajigs and go to bed now...