Last night was the lovely Akemi's birthday bash, got to meet some nice people and act vaguely piratey for the evening. Arrr 
(Nic has the world's coolest pirate lego t shirt ever). Went to the Hobgoblin then the Engine Rooms - where Film Noir Burlesque will be next week, you should all go and worship at the feet of the beautiful ladies performing. Pictures are in my folders, though because I took most of them, they're shite.
Highlight of the evening for me had to be the weirdo who kept looking at me, then when I caught his eye he'd point to his girlfriend and give wiggly eyebrow looks. Later he came over and said "I think you and her would look amazing together...*something I didnt catch as I was trying hard not to laugh* ...95%, with me in there as the other 5%", then asked me to come back with them later. I politely declined his most generous offer. This however did nothing to deter him, as he continued pestering me throughout the night and he later told me I should definitely go back with them, and they had pot, alcohol and coke. When even this tactic failed he took to telling me that although Simon (my mate, who I had no intention of going back with) was alright, I could do a lot better with them. As appealing as this dodgy bloke and his bird were, and their offer of plying me with drugs and taking advantage of me, I'm afraid I came back home alone instead.
Today I have been nursing that thick feeling that isn't really a hangover. And apparently, luckily for me, the noisy twat in the flat above me is the only other person who hasn't left to go home! I spent the morning lying in bed getting pissed off as everything in my room shook to the ba-boom ba-boom beat of his fucking drum n bollocks. Eventually I got up and fetched the mop from the kitchen, and stood on my bed bouncing up and down to whack the ceiling with the end of the handle. After sustaining mild mop-related injuries and severely denting my ceiling in several places, I had to admit defeat, and gave up the sanctuary of my room.
I went and sulked in the kitchen, played Mortal Kombat until I got bored, and ate lots of biscuits.
Before Will buggered off back to Belgium (go go alliteration) I took the precaution of stealing his Office DVDs, and spent this evening watching the entire first series again and eating massive quantities of pasta. Which is a bad thing to do because I am meant to be getting naked with the beautifully babelicious Lolo on Thursday, and I'm going to look like a heifer.
I'm now watching Romeo and Juliet, and I must say Mercutio is hot.
Owww oww owww...I just poked myself in the eye. Maybe that's what you get for perving at Shakespearean characters.
pointless fact time...
...Back when I was about 14 the romeo and juliet soundtrack was what me and my friend Vicky would listen to every time I was at her house. nowI really want to listen to it again.
...I still can't sleep without something covering my neck because as a kid I swapped from one obsession to another, and at one point I was totally obsessed with vampires, and had to cover my neck with the blanket when I slept so they couldn't get me. Why they wouldn't be able to move the blanket I don't know. but yeah, I still have to have the blanket up to my ears, even when it's wayyy too hot for covers of any kind.
...I'm beginning to fancy Mick Foley
...I would sell my soul to be a zombie extra. Especially if I got to have a close up, tearing someones neck out and going "uhhhhhhh"
(Nic has the world's coolest pirate lego t shirt ever). Went to the Hobgoblin then the Engine Rooms - where Film Noir Burlesque will be next week, you should all go and worship at the feet of the beautiful ladies performing. Pictures are in my folders, though because I took most of them, they're shite.
Highlight of the evening for me had to be the weirdo who kept looking at me, then when I caught his eye he'd point to his girlfriend and give wiggly eyebrow looks. Later he came over and said "I think you and her would look amazing together...*something I didnt catch as I was trying hard not to laugh* ...95%, with me in there as the other 5%", then asked me to come back with them later. I politely declined his most generous offer. This however did nothing to deter him, as he continued pestering me throughout the night and he later told me I should definitely go back with them, and they had pot, alcohol and coke. When even this tactic failed he took to telling me that although Simon (my mate, who I had no intention of going back with) was alright, I could do a lot better with them. As appealing as this dodgy bloke and his bird were, and their offer of plying me with drugs and taking advantage of me, I'm afraid I came back home alone instead.
Today I have been nursing that thick feeling that isn't really a hangover. And apparently, luckily for me, the noisy twat in the flat above me is the only other person who hasn't left to go home! I spent the morning lying in bed getting pissed off as everything in my room shook to the ba-boom ba-boom beat of his fucking drum n bollocks. Eventually I got up and fetched the mop from the kitchen, and stood on my bed bouncing up and down to whack the ceiling with the end of the handle. After sustaining mild mop-related injuries and severely denting my ceiling in several places, I had to admit defeat, and gave up the sanctuary of my room.
I went and sulked in the kitchen, played Mortal Kombat until I got bored, and ate lots of biscuits.
Before Will buggered off back to Belgium (go go alliteration) I took the precaution of stealing his Office DVDs, and spent this evening watching the entire first series again and eating massive quantities of pasta. Which is a bad thing to do because I am meant to be getting naked with the beautifully babelicious Lolo on Thursday, and I'm going to look like a heifer.
I'm now watching Romeo and Juliet, and I must say Mercutio is hot.
Owww oww owww...I just poked myself in the eye. Maybe that's what you get for perving at Shakespearean characters.
pointless fact time...
...Back when I was about 14 the romeo and juliet soundtrack was what me and my friend Vicky would listen to every time I was at her house. nowI really want to listen to it again.
...I still can't sleep without something covering my neck because as a kid I swapped from one obsession to another, and at one point I was totally obsessed with vampires, and had to cover my neck with the blanket when I slept so they couldn't get me. Why they wouldn't be able to move the blanket I don't know. but yeah, I still have to have the blanket up to my ears, even when it's wayyy too hot for covers of any kind.
...I'm beginning to fancy Mick Foley
...I would sell my soul to be a zombie extra. Especially if I got to have a close up, tearing someones neck out and going "uhhhhhhh"
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