| Liz ( @ 2006-08-20 13:37:00 |
I'm probably the most sober & with it than I ever have been after a night out, which doesn't make sense
Thankyou Clancy for your wonderful hospitality; and hmm... I need to get my hands on people's phones/cameras.
I had my first minor experience with salt, tequila and lemon, and there is a recording of it on Alex's phone
Personally, this was very amusing, as Irene & Alex are particulairly determined to see me properly drunk, which never really works, because I get midly gasey in the stomach from volume of liquid, then I wee a lot, or in the case of champagne, feel light-headed and sit in a corner being antisocial, so the prospect of getting 'drunk' doesn't happen.
I would love to work in a bottle shop.
I've realised it would be absolutley hysterical looking at every newly 18 yr old buying tequila & what not, smirking - because the purpose of those drinks is primarily to make an idiot of yourself. Ah well, shit happens.
According to my mother, I smelt of grog although I would've only had about 3 standard drinks. Yet I was sober when I got picked up, and I wokt up at 6am without trying. My eyes aren't even sore, like I sometimes get from little sleep. Mum got pissed at me for only sleeping 5.25 hours - WHY DOESNT SHE FUCKING GET IT I simply am incapable of sleeping till past 9am. No doubt I will fall asleep at about 9:30pm (extremely early) because afternoon naps that are forced don't walk.
Contemplating going for my walk (I feel obliged now, I will make it 7 days a week for the first time this year! Oh, and not to let down Leyla)
My English essay I wrote this morning is, I am certain, the worst essay I have ever written. But whatever. I shall go for a walk & do type up the final chapter of Legal textbook for my Adversay System notes. Then watch Futurama.
Thankyou Clancy for your wonderful hospitality; and hmm... I need to get my hands on people's phones/cameras.
I had my first minor experience with salt, tequila and lemon, and there is a recording of it on Alex's phone
Personally, this was very amusing, as Irene & Alex are particulairly determined to see me properly drunk, which never really works, because I get midly gasey in the stomach from volume of liquid, then I wee a lot, or in the case of champagne, feel light-headed and sit in a corner being antisocial, so the prospect of getting 'drunk' doesn't happen.
I would love to work in a bottle shop.
I've realised it would be absolutley hysterical looking at every newly 18 yr old buying tequila & what not, smirking - because the purpose of those drinks is primarily to make an idiot of yourself. Ah well, shit happens.
According to my mother, I smelt of grog although I would've only had about 3 standard drinks. Yet I was sober when I got picked up, and I wokt up at 6am without trying. My eyes aren't even sore, like I sometimes get from little sleep. Mum got pissed at me for only sleeping 5.25 hours - WHY DOESNT SHE FUCKING GET IT I simply am incapable of sleeping till past 9am. No doubt I will fall asleep at about 9:30pm (extremely early) because afternoon naps that are forced don't walk.
Contemplating going for my walk (I feel obliged now, I will make it 7 days a week for the first time this year! Oh, and not to let down Leyla)
My English essay I wrote this morning is, I am certain, the worst essay I have ever written. But whatever. I shall go for a walk & do type up the final chapter of Legal textbook for my Adversay System notes. Then watch Futurama.