dylan

Yerrrr pav tav an all tjat with bon jovi and warat an it were good with dancin i verrry drunk. With siman and kat yerr they dunno kat didnt like music i thingk but simin is verrr nice and big hair/ whoops like gins annd rosess and the thing ewith the wotsit../

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Ah...shit. I was kind of hoping I'd come on here and that not be there. About 3 hours after that I got up and threw up, and about 2 hours after that the absolute hell-whore in the room next to me woke me up by inviting an army of elephants over and they're currently storming backwards and forwards between her room and the kitchen slamming each door as they go. Since my room is inbetween her room and the kitchen, everything in my room shakes and my head is daangerously close to exploding, as advertised on this sign I am about to go stick on the door -
"FUCK OFF AND STOP SLAMMING THE FUCKING DOOR I AM HORRIBLY HUNGOVER AND YOU ARE GOING TO EXPLODE MY HEAD"
One second...
...done.
So i can't go back to sleep and I can't concentrate enough to do anything constructive like essay writing (Explain the intrinsic and extrinsic categories of neural development and discuss genetic determinants from this perspective / Comment on the adaptive significance of pain and the consequences of losing this sense; provide the physiological details of pain perception, the mechanisms involved in pain transduction, and the anatomy of the pain projections from the periphery to the CNS...I can't do it when I'm not hungover, so why try now?)
Um I think i had a good night anyway. We went to the Pav Tav which is alright if you have nothing better to do. It was meant to be 80's rock and glam night or something. Or at least that's what someone told me. The music was okay every now and then and they played all my shockingly bad requests (Warrant, anyone?).
I went with Kat from the flat opposite who is gorgeous and lovely and all the things I'm not - articulate, flirty, elegant, stylish, the opposite to clumsy... etc, which is fine until everytime we started talking to anyone, they talk to her, and I disappear. By the time we got there I was already pissed and figuring that maybe if I got really really drunk it wouldn't matter that I was now invisible

okay my sign isn't working, these people are DEVIL PEOPLE (and they've nicked one of my mugs and are chucking my dvd collection all over the place. If they spill tea on my nice cardboard Akira thing I'm going to cry)

yeah um. oh I don't know. Was a bit fed up and blehh anyway and getting pissed really seemed to remedy that, I think I remember having a great time dancing like an absolute retard to bad music.

Oh, shit. I remember getting back here and deciding that eating lots of cheese would be a great idea. No wonder I was sick.

Gahhhh...I'll be back later. I'm going to go lie down and wish bad things on the mean people next door.





The Mr Yuvraj Papriwal Saga
A month ago I recieved this -
Notice of Intended Legal Action
Instructions are being prepared for the issue of Court Action against you...Failure to make payment may result in...
Creditor- Ebay International
Outstanding balance 51.60
Debt Enforcement Unit, Intrum Justitia

I did as anyone else would do, and ignored it.
Today I got this -
Notice of Pending Legal Action
You have failed to respond to previous communications which have been ent to you. Your case is being prepared for legal action. Failure to do this by Monday 07/03/05 may result in a debt collector being sent to your home.
On behalf of - HSBC Bank
Sum of - 776.81

I remembered that i had had several rather official looking pieces of post addressed to this guy, but normally I noticed the name and just returned them unopened. Faced with the prospect of a swarm of Debt Collectors turning up and taking my stuff, I rang the freephone 'payment counsellor' number on the statement. I got many robots instructing me to press buttons, and eventually got through to, uh, an answer machine. I left a snotty message. Nobody has contacted me.
So...should people turn up demanding money from me, will I be able to satisfactorily convince them that I am not Mr Yuvraj Papriwal, or will they be trained not to accept any excuse...