2003-11-13 1:53 p.m.
Can you give blood when you’ve had a hangover every single day this week? Bah, who am I trying to kid, my arm hurts just thinking about it, as if I’d ever actually go through with it.
Had a fantastic night last night and was extremely pissed, in spite of promising myself I’d ‘only have a few’ because of my exam today. Seriously though, the twice weekly disco (and it’s open till midnight and everything) is so shit that you need to be drunk. One of my friends took things a bit too far though by drinking six double vodkas, a gargantuan amount I think you’ll agree, before lying on the floor in the corridor back at the halls throwing up and having to have go to hospital to have her stomach pumped. Of course loads of mongs out of my hall were crowding round her making things worse. I pointed out to one girl that she didn’t need an audience, she agreed with me but carried on watching.
I had far more important things to worry about anyway, such as picking up my takeaway from reception. I also managed to pick up an American exchange student who I dragged back to the bridge, telling everyone “I’ve got a pet exchange student!” Unfortunately I realised that he must have been a complete weirdo when Anto pointed out that he was hanging around reception on his own, not even waiting for takeaway or anything. A likely suspect for the campus rapist indeed. Of course there actually isn’t really a campus rapist, but Anto and I amused ourselves for almost two hours pretending that there is and coming up with likely suspects. It made me laugh until it hurt, but I guess you had to be there.
2003-11-12 1:10 p.m.
“Now, we are going to have about £250 left over from the hall party to spend on a hall trip” Dave the wankerish hall rep told us last night. A trip? It’s going to be bad enough going to the sodding hall party, I mean at least there I’ll be able to be drunk so it wont be so bad.
Paintballing was mentioned and I can honestly say that I’d rather gouge my eyes out with my fingernails. Maybe it’s my fault, I mean there are fifty people in my hall, surely there should be more than three of them who I don’t absolutely despise. Maybe I’m socially retarded or something.
Anyway, I sort of had my first sober night here in a long time last night and it wasn’t half as painful as I’d expected. It was a mixture of the cold I have coming on and the fact that I have a social psychology exam tomorrow and still know only the bare bones when it comes to such fascinating and interesting things as social constructionist social psychology and critical social psychology that stopped me drinking too much. Oh, and the fact that I have no self control when it comes to Anto when I’m drunk. Yeah, that too. Although actually last night it became apparent that all it takes is three pints, so perhaps I should stop drinking altogether. Don’t worry though, after I dragged him out of bed and got him to come over at midnight all either of us was up to doing was bitching about how shit this place is.
Rockworld this Friday methinks, I don’t care that I’m going to give my immune system a battering and make myself even more ill and I don’t care that I’ll be chewing my own face off and might fuck up my tooth even more. I just want out of this place for a little while.
2003-11-11 1:30 p.m.
Oh, the wonders of having a computer literate brother at home to email me things. I knew he’d come in useful someday. It was a good thing too because I got to use my time more constructively at Liquid in Hanley getting drunk, dancing like a twat and pulling an extremely gorgeous guy with indie hair. Who’d have thought that “you have indie hair, so you look like you might care. Tell me, are you bothered that Shed Seven have split up?” would work as a chat up line?
Almost got off with a complete geek (it was Faye’s fault) but realised the extent of his geekiness before it was too late. When he asked me what my star sign is there was no going back, I couldn’t get away fast enough. Unfortunately though although I didn’t kiss him I did give him my number. Look, I was drunk and upset , OK? I’m just praying that he doesn’t phone me. Still, that’s always the way isn’t it? The geek will phone me and I’ll never hear from the indie hair guy again.
Nothing much else of note happened really, apart from pissing in an alleyway while waiting for half an hour in the freezing cold without a coat for the coach home. I’m dead classy me.
2003-11-10 12:16 p.m.
I don’t think it has quite sunk in yet. I must still be in shock. A minute ago I went to download the critical analysis of doom and all the other pieces of work I did last week from the email I sent to myself, only quite amusingly, there only appears to be one document attached and it aint the critical analysis of doom. Shit. Guess what I’ll be doing tonight then? And for the rest of the week for that matter, seeing as I have three other pieces of work that I’ve lost to do for Friday.
Anyway, the first part of my plan last night worked brilliantly. I looked shit hot. I’d have fucked me if I could. Only then I got drunk. I think you can guess what happened next. Actually I’m not too sure myself what really happened, but I woke up next to Anto this morning so I’ve got the general gist anyway. We stupidly waited until we were drunk before we had ‘the talk’ so it went something like;
“you’re my best you know”
”shit really? Good, you’re my best mate too”
”I just wish you were ugly”
I’m just so scared of losing him as a friend, it doesn’t seem worth risking it, so I’m not going to. Now we just need to learn to be able to drink together and manage to keep our hands off each other and we’ll be sorted. I reckon a trip to Rockworld this weekend will help sort my head out and remind me that there are actually other blokes out there. Seriously, there’s like two guys on the whole campus who are actually ‘my type’, including Anto. I’m seriously wasted on these people. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by sports nob heads. If I didn’t have that sodding essay to do tonight I reckon I’d spend the evening slitting my wrists.
2003-11-09 1:51 p.m.
Just a quickie before I go back to University...
I have to stop in work on the way to pick up my wages, all £16 of it. I'm pretty much dreading it seeing as I phoned the landlady at 5 in the morning by accident when I was drunk earlier this week. I've spoken to her since though and she seemed to find it quite amusing. I think she's possibly insane.
Spent the morning showering, shaving, making my hair pink and I'm now feeling fantastic and confident and all the things I need to be feeling right now. I've been trying to tell myself all week that I'm too good for Anto and I think I'm finally starting to believe it. If all goes according to plan tonight I'll go for a drink with him and for the first time ever manage to tell him no. Then maybe I'll go over to Gary's and get drunk or something. I should have been having acid with him tonight but alas, as I fucked my leg up I couldn't go and meet the guy to buy any.
Anyway, I suppose I'd best be off. Wish me luck, dudes.
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