In & Out

Expect a few of these today :D

Alligator

15/03/10

It's Saturday night. I'm at some freshers halls at some shitty party. There's a few of my good friends there, so I'm sticking by them.
We go outside for a cigarette, some drunken loser calls one of my friends a faggot. One of my other friends steps in:
'Are you alright? You pretty drunk? How embaressing on your part'
She then throws her drink in his face.
We go back inside.
I see one of my friends in a corner with some girl, it looks like they're having a heated discussion. Apparently the girl had come out of a room with my friend's friends boyfriend....i think. My friend ended up making the girl start crying, which was pretty rediculous because i listened to most of what was being said and she wasn't being attacked or blamed, just asked what had happened.
So, that's where it all started, the girls boyfriend got annoyed, there was already a fight going on outside. So when all of this moved outside it turned into a huge mess. Fists, drinks, a whole lot of stupid shit.
I hate freshers, they're still all caught up in their high school drama. Who gives a shit.

I left with one of my friends and went to a gay club. When we got there everything had changed from when i was last there....and the people there weren't exactly the usual studenty crowd.
We left and went to a few other bars, left about 2am.
I reaslied the day after that the first place had moved location and i'd totally forgotten. Oops.

I'm at my family home for the next few days. Arrived yesterday for mother's day. My mum didn't know i was coming home so it was pretty fun surprising her, my sister has cooked so we had a nice family meal.
I'm planning to get a lot of work done while i'm here, it's so much easier than trying to work in Leeds.
Tonight i think i'm going out with my core group of best mates. One of the guys' Grandmother and Father died on the same day last week, so it's all been pretty emotional recently. We're pretty much the only friends he's told so we want to make sure he's coping and feeling supported. I've never really had someone that close to me die, my uncle and grandfather have both died in the last few years, but I wasn't really close to either of them. It's always a sad occasion when someone dies but i have no idea what it's like when someone so close to you passes and it leaves a huge hole in your life, leaving you wondering what the hell just happened.
My friend and I had a really long chat just after it happened and he said it was feeling like a dream. I still don't think he's dealing with it properly, he father and his grandmother were 2 of the most important people in his life. What bothered me was him saying he was feeling guilty for not telling other people. I told him that the only person he should be thinking about at the moment is himself. You can't worry about what other people are thinking when there's so much already on your mind.

13/03/10

Yesterday i finished Uni at 5, headed home, had a shower and got ready to meet my housemates at a pub where we were celebrating one of our friends birthdays.
There's a pub crawl here that starts at one pub and goes all the way into town. There's around 20 pubs along the way and the rule is to have 1 drink in each, usually a pint of beer or a single spirit. It's usually done in fancy dress and there's quite a lot of people any day of the week, but fridays and saturdays see hundreds of people trying to conquer it. Not many get all the way to the end. I've never done a full one, we always start too late; you usually have to start at around 3pm to get through them all.
The ones i've been on have been lifeguards, little bo peep and her sheep (the birthday girl was little bo peep, everyone else were sheep), cartoons, and a few non fancy dress ones.
Anyway, we started a little down the line, we didn't do fancy dress because, well, we're all lazy.
So after 5 pubs we were right near our house so everyone came round to drink a little before heading to a house party. I went to bed at about 2am because i had work today, so i threw off my clothes and lay on my bed.
I'm lay there watching QI and a friend of the birthday boy comes crashing into my room looking for the bathroom. I suddenly realise i'm totally naked and throw my covers over me. Her face is fucking hilarious, she has no idea what to do so she just backs out with a look of total shock haha.
I wasn't really bothered, she was so drunk i doubt she saw anything, and i was too drunk to care anyway.

Work today was the same as usual, i didn't do much, just chatted to my collegues.

I'm about to get ready to go see my friend. He's from back home and text me saying he's in Leeds tonight. So I'm gonna go join him with one of housemates at some flat party. I don't know if i'm going to get too drunk, i have work again tomorrow. I'll probably end up getting wasted.

I've just remembered i forgot a Thank Fuck It's Friday post. Apologies. I'll try and make it up with lots of eye candy posts during the week.

Last Night

I was taking no interest in whatever sport was causing 50 guys to be immersed in whichever plasma screen was closest. 2 Girl Housemates and I had ditched the others and chose pub over cinema, wise decision. We were nearing the end of our bottles of wine, the game must have finished, or the men must have gone outside to bump chests and grunt, i don't know. But the pub was near closing so we tried to plan our next move. It didn't take long, we unanimously voted to go out.
We walked home, ordering a taxi on the way, and quickly prepared.
No queue, bonus. Small banter with someone trying to get our personal information on the way in. £4.
The Cure welcomed me. I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me.
I set my sights on the bar, downed 2 jagerbombs, finished my double vodka mixer in no more than 2 minutes and ordered another round. We went outside, made a new wasted friend, and danced with her for the next hour.
A Girl Housemate came back from the toilet and slipped a bag into my hand. I made my way to where she'd just left. I closed the cubicle door and searched for my house key. The door started opening, I closed it. It opened again, some skin head in black clothes told me to come out. I slipped the bag in my back pocket.
'Have you got any drugs?'
'No'
'What's in your back pocket?'
I take out the bag,
'MKat'
'Right, out'
'What? It's legal?' It is, but it won't be for long. They still don't take kindly to it.
'Just give me it and follow me'
He leads me to the door and follows me out.
Some orange girl says 'Hugs not drugs' as i walk out, i give her a look that says 'Shut the fuck up, you whore. Thanks'
I text Girl Housemate and inform her of the recent events. She meets me at the smoking area barrier, she laughs, i laugh, i apologise. She doesn't care, there was only 3 keys left.
I walk home.
It was probably a good thing, I had Labs at 10 this morning, I've just got back.
I still stayed up until ~3am, chatrouletting. I had a good chat with a guy in Miami, and 2 girls in NY. There's so much (ugly) penis on that thing. Next is my friend.

23.48pm
Mark:'How goes it? Trying to finish a boring module and feeling ill.'
Me:'aww, no symathy here. I'm drinking through my illness. Trip to the pub has turned into a night in ---. Labs at 10 tomorrow, not good'

00.56am
Me:'Bouncer fucking looked round the door and threw me out.'
Girl Housemate:'hahahahaha, meet me at SA'

I'm listening to: Tori Amos-Angels

09/03/10

It's a rare sunny day, so i'm lay across my bed in some grey jogging bottoms next to my large paneled window with work all around me. The sun is in just the right place, bathing me in warmth. I'm listening to The Smiths. Morrissey is telling me it's over, but i don't believe him, because nothing has been started.

Mark text me the other day, he's in London. He still wants to go for a drink when he comes back.

I have 2 weeks until Easter break, 1 month off, during which, according to my tutor, i should become a geek and actually get some work done.
I think i'll go home, flowers in hand, this weekend for Mother's Day. It's only fair considering I've not seen her for about a month. Apparently It's also Son Week according to my mother's facebook status. I have quite a few family members on my facebook, but my mother, sister, Auntie and 3 cousins are the only ones who can see my complete profile. All the others get the privilage of just seeing my profile picture and birth date.

'It's SON WEEK!!!!! If you have one son or more, who makes your life interesting and fun, IS a blessing in your life and makes life worth living by being around, copy and paste this to your status. The world would not be the same without OUR HANDSOME BOYS!. Of course mine is my gorgeous son Andy - love you'

I like this.

Last weekend was fairly standard. Friday night was fun, we went round to the neighbours for some drinks before we went out. The club was the same as usual, dirty dubstep was vibrating my body and most people around me were gurning. I got a lift off one of my friends who was driving at about 3am because i had work on Saturday. I shouted at him most of the way trying to make him turn his Limp Bizkit CD off. It didn't work. I'll be there again this Friday.

Pass Out

I am so on it for tonight. I'm pumped and ready to drink, drink, and drink. With a little dancing.

This is one of my recent tunes that i slap on while i'm getting ready


Plus any mixes by Doorly or Hervé.

Oh, and check out Ellie Goulding:





And this fucking intense remix of Starry Eyed-1.02 is where it really kicks in, this is the kind of thing i'll be getting down to tonight.