Current mood:	good
Current music:	Boy from School [Erol Alkan's Extended Rework] - Hot Chip

I thought I'd fail at "party season"...
... but I've been out a helluva lot more than I expected. I can't really be bothered updating but I have 8 jillion photos to post.

So last week I had a lovely day shopping on Tuesday, before hitting Rev with Stu, Brian and Fiona. Somehow ended up getting chucked out of the QM for being too wasted, oh dear. I could pretend it's cos I'm SO rocknroll but really it just sickens me. Anyway. Have some photos. "Wii boxing" should explain the questionable ones, although I have no excuse for those horrendous leggings.















Wednesday evening was the work "let's go for a drink" thing, was heavy not up for it but after a few pints of cider I was champing at the bit to go clubbing again. BUT because I had a semi-exam the next day I resisted the temptation and was in bed by midnight. (Y)

Thursday I woke up early, opened my English Language books, and realised the chances of me learning the entire course in a few hours were nil. So I went and bought magazines and read them instead. And rode the Subway up to Stu's to return wallets and cameras that I'd managed to steal on Tuesday, whoops. Test was 3.00-4.30, guessed most of the answers and left after 40 mins or so... turns out I scraped a pass with 16/30. Score!

Saturday was work 6-2, then working the unders. When I went in there'd been a powercut so we were told it probably wouldn't be on... ended up collecting glasses at the pub thinking I'd only be working til 6/7. But turned out it all got fixed dead quick so we were called back to the club to work... obviously I moaned about it until the manager sent me home at 8ish, heh. Fired straight up to Laura's where drinking etc commenced... then to the Arches for Death Disco. Turned out to be a fucking AMAZING night, had a good old rave. Check out my big repulsive bruise.






















Sunday Lo and I fired home to get the Christmas tree, which was painful. Managed to sneak in a wee nap in front of the fire before decorating it. He's quite a lovely tree actually. By 8 I was ready for my bed but had to work Optimo... ran outta hangers in the cloakroom so wasn't the most fun of nights. Monday I managed to sleep til 4.30 in the arvo, whoops a daisy. Then was in bed by 9. I am rock.

Tuesday I bought about a million (well, 13) charity shop books. That night Danny and I popped out for a few drinks, £1.50 for cider and £2.25 for a double Jack and coke. Hurrah! Played some pool and got chips and curry sauce, I was too ashamed to ask for cheese. Also got my Christmas present from him: a DVD plus SPUDTROOPER. (He has Darth Tater, which I adore.) Best. Present. Ever.


When I got home the zip in one of my boots had bust so I had to go to bed with one jean leg and a knee high boot still on, very nice.

Wednesday morning i got up uber-early and fired into town to go shopping with Lo. Did a fair bit of it then went for lunch at the 13th Note then back to play with the cat. In the evening was Rea's birthday thing, so headed down to her house for a few drinks with her and Alice... then into town to Sleazy's for a few bands. Lo turned up so ended up going back to hers "for a drink" which ended up as one sip of vodka lemonade before I crashed out on the sofa.

Yesterday I failed at working and accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon. This morning I did lotsa tidying and wrapping, then Danny popped up and we watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Again. Loving it. Chucked him out two mins ago so I could work on my Twin Peaks essay, I thought it'd be a lot more fun than I'm finding it at present. :(

Tomorrow I'm working 6-2 (boo, it's gonna be horrible) but not at all after that! Gonna head out for Andrew Weatherall, since I'm working pretty much constantly from Boxing Day through to the 2nd. Suits me, I've been spending dosh like it's going out of fashion.