2003-11-19 3:55 p.m.
Great, just what I needed while suffering the worst hangover of my life after around two hours sleep. A gang of sports nob heads (we don’t have sports students here, they’re all sports nob heads) laughing at my bright pink hair. At least I think they were laughing at my hair. I was pretty damn sure anyway. So when yet another sports like guy said hello to me in the corridor I just assumed it was another nob head taking the piss, so I gave him the dirtiest look I could manage. And believe me, with the mood I was in this was a dirty look.
What pissed me off even more was that this guy was one of the few sports nob heads that actually manage to get to me, one of the good looking variety. Very good looking in fact, perhaps even worthy of the title ‘absolutely fucking gorgeous’. Only when he stopped to keep the door held open for me I noticed his piercings and realised he wasn’t a sports nob head at all. In fact, it was the gorgeous tattooed and pierced guy from Liquid the night before. Whoops. Of course I immediately turned into a babbling idiot and didn’t know what the hell to say to him. It just wasn’t right, you’re not supposed to meet guys and them turn out to be better looking than you remember them being when you were drunk.
I later texted to apologise and he told me not to worry about it. Ah well, at least the minger danger isn’t a factor any more. We’ve actually seen each other when we’re sober so if we do meet up again (this weekend, fingers crossed) there’s not going to be any nasty surprises.
2003-11-18 10:06 a.m.
If I bounce around to Terrorvision and cheer myself up enough, I told myself at 7am this morning, I’ll actually really be able to trick my body into thinking it can get through the day on two hours sleep. I think it worked for a while, but I can feel myself slowly fading. In fact, I’m starting to get the shakes. This is not good. Still, at least my throat is a bit better.
Anyway, last night I discovered what a total disaster it is to arrange a date at the last minute (with indie hair guy from Liquid last week) before realising your hair, which was once bright pink, has now faded to orange. Thank God for Faye and her seemingly endless supply of pink hair dye. As it happens the ‘date’ was a complete disaster. Me and Faye met up with him and his friend and they took us to quite possibly the busiest bar in the whole world ever. Faye and I agreed it was both our ideas of Hell, and so we left quickly, promising to meet indie hair guy in Liquid, which must have done wonders for his confidence and showed him that I really liked him. There was also the small matter of a pierced, tattooed guy from Manchester/the Alsager Campus of Doom chatting me up by the time he arrived. I’m sorry but tattoos and piercings win over indie hair every time.
I got in at around 2.30 and couldn’t sleep due to the amount of caffeine I’d consumed along with my alcohol. Finally dropped off but it was hardly worth bothering really as I woke up sometime after 4am. This happened the last time I got drunk and I really hope it isn’t going to become a regular thing. It was worth it though because I had the most excellent night ever, and who knows, I might get my very own pierced and tattooed fuck buddy out of it.
2003-11-17 12:52 p.m.
As I lay in bed last night nursing a combination of a comedown and tonsillitis while thoroughly looking forward to my root canal treatment today, I realised that there was something missing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but I knew that the night wasn’t yet hellish enough and there was something that would make it much, much worse to top everything off. I got my answer after about five minutes of staring at the ceiling and wishing I was dead. Everything was just too quiet of course, the atmosphere too sleep friendly. But not to worry as my next door neighbour solved this problem for me by having a fucking party in the corridor outside our bedrooms. Of course they couldn’t just fuck off inside her bedroom for the party, as obviously a makeshift ping pong table they’d made from a table they’d stolen from somewhere was an essential item, and this wouldn’t fit in her bedroom.
The first time I asked them to be quiet they were more polite about things and apologised. The second time, at almost one in the morning, they were considerably more drunk and looked at me as if I was mad. Nobody actually said anything to me, but someone said “let’s turn it down slightly”. I wanted to suggest that they also stop fucking screaming and generally acting like tossers but I’m scared that Gill might run my toothbrush around the toilet seat or something.
Apart from that the weekend was a good time. There was the usual talking bollocks in the toilets at Rockworld where nothing much exciting happened really. Well, not anything I can remember anyway.
I came back to Uni on Saturday so that Anto could nurse me through my comedown. He gave me massages, went to reception by himself to pick up takeaway (risking a bruising from the campus rapist), generally made me laugh and by around 11 that night seemed to have made me feel completely better. Only problem was that because I enjoyed having him there so much he didn’t leave until 3am, hence why I was still feeling rough last night. Staying awake for over 40 hours is never a good idea.
When I woke up this morning I discovered that the tonsillitis has finally kicked in properly and that general feeling of weakness and white ulcers at the back of my throat that I’ve been hearing so much about have taken over. I’ve also just discovered that root canal treatment is not only the most painful thing the dentist can do to you, but it also costs £60. Kill me, kill me now.
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