Saturday, 25 December 2010

Christmas Eve

I'm well aware it's Christmas, I never do things on time though.

Yesterday was christmas Eve (naturally seeing as how time and that works), and there was a gathering of old pals in the pub. I hadn't seen some of them in over a year, and my reaction to seeing them again shocked me, based the realisation on how much I had missed each of them.

This reaction was dependant on the person, but it turns out I'd missed some of my friends far more than I thought I had, and other's far, far less. It was pointed out to my be one of the missed, that the unmissed simply haven't changed. More to the point they haven't done anything. They still just discuss exactly the same things we did in school, the same things we joked about, the same stories etc, etc, etc. It's been 3 years since we left, and they've done nothing at all worthy of talking about? That or they're just dull. Either way, I was disappointed that I'd gotten excited to see folks only to feel so apathetic at the reality.

On the flipside of that argument, I REALLY missed some of my friends, and what's worse is I've no excuse for having not seen some of them. They live within walking distance. I am useless. Anyway, as opposed to reminiscing, we sat and discussed new interests, including a rather unexpected turn of intense geekery which pleased me to no end, latest activities, plans for the future, and generally ripped thie piss out of each other. Mostly me with regards to my questionable activities with women of late. Oh and there was that thing about someone putting there arms inside sheep.

It's coming up New Year, and hopefully I'll start updating this thing more often, and keep it up to date. I'll do christmas tommorow hopefully. Then I might do asshat christmas retroactively. Or I'll sit and drink myself to oblivion, it is fucking Christmas.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Ok, Now I Hate The Snow.

Like most of you I have a tendancy to dislike things which almost take my life, hence the title. I recently got lost after an appalingly drunken night on the town. I remember roughly four percent of it. This, in and of itself is not good. When you end up staring down the barrel of the inevitable walk home after realising that it's five miles,  no money for a taxi, and that it's minus seven degrees celcius, you begin to feel despair. Then you realise you're only wearing a t-shirt, and that it's snowing heavily again. It was at this point I felt the need to knock over roughly fifty wheelie bins to vent. I recovered(ish) when I realised I knew how to get home, and off I set. I didn't feel the cold at all. I had no hangover the next day at all. However, I don't think I've ever woken up feeling more disgusted with myself in my life. My memory had more holes in it than an American highschool, I felt so battered (presumably from falling over) that I could've been raped by the Hulk for all I knew, and I had bruises on the palm of my hand. I didn't even know people under 80 could get bruised hands. Fuck this shit.

You may find yourselves absolutely shcoked to discover it actually tought me a lesson. Not only did I stay sober for the entire next week, the next weekend I didn't venture further than tipsy. Four beers as a predrink, check.
No shots when out clubbing, check. Take home gay girl, check. That last bit might look not so sensible to the unimformed...oh well. Between these events was plenty of dancing, good times, encouraging violence and laughs. I didn't do a single thing I don't remember, nor anything that disgusted me. Lesson learned in the long run I'd say. Go me. Moral of the story, don't fuck a wounded bear.

And for the curious, she may get her own entry in the somewhat forseeable future. You guys know how unreliable I am.

Friday, 3 December 2010

Alcohol Fuelled (Mis)Adventures

Is pretty much all I've been up to since last time, besides the mundane usual of hanging and loungeing. Mostly because of the fucking snow.

Normally, as mentioned,  I love snow, I really do. But when it get's to the point where you fear to leave the house in case you're eaten by a wampa, you really start to hate it. The roads are backed up, I've spent hours trying to get to and from work, I'm frozen cold unless I wrap myself up so that I resemble a member of the I.R.A. It's going to be a very long winter.

To this end I have been socially drinking as frequently as possible. So far it has yielded positive results, as nothing terrible has happened and I've made a new friend (which in itself could be considered terrible to the outside world of normal folk, as it seems we're deeply strange).

However we did get stranded in the snow, in Newcastle until 2 AM, which was horrendous. We managed to get home in a black cab with an architecture student names Sebastien. I've now met two real life Sebastiens, and I feel my life is a little better for it. It's the sort of name that makes you suspect that they're secretly a sociopatic serial killer with a fetish for shoes.

Other than that, it's fairly uneventful, so if you'll kindly excuse me, I'm off to watch misfits, listen to Alexisonfire, and reminisce about this time last year when I found a fucking turtle.