Not drinking is not going very well. Friday was crit day. This is basically where you pin up all your designs and research and some nobody that you've seem perhaps once in your life, whilst walking the corridors, tells you that you're shit.
Usually I am quite good at blagging said crits (and most presentations really). But this time it appeared I had lost this ability. Halfway through we broke for lunch....then I returned for one presentation, decided that it was absolutely pointless, put my hood up walked off.
Most of the afternoon was spent in bed. Largely due to the fact that, once again, I am not sleeping properly. Later housemate 4 woke me up and tried to force me to go shopping for lightbulbs.
Interesting relative fact: Even though I sometimes kiss boys, I am the only one in my flat who owns a fully factional toolbox complete with 3 different types of knife. I am also the most knowledgeable about DIY and fixing stuff up. So obviously I am the prime candidate for lightbulb shopping.
However little did Housemate 4 know that by entering my room she had agreed to choose an outfit and dress me whilst I still lead in bed. The following garments where chosen: A ebony coloured A&F tshirt (which I've considered destroying on many occasions), Straight-Legged-Somewhat-Skinny jeans, Black socks, Black CK's, White and black Fred Perry Tennis shoes.
Then we went to B&Q and somehow I managed to acquire 3 bottles of Cider.
Given that I had acquired these it was decided that I would pull a few strings and get us a free night out in our (trashy) campus club. A night which was very messy and very entertaining. During the said night the following things happened:
-A chocolate cake was mysteriously delivered to our flat?
-A punch was created containing: London Gin, Bells Whiskey, Cheap (Appearntly Russian)Vodka, Wine white Hardy's, Martini Blanc,Cider, Orange juice, and a hole kiwi fully skinned (This fruit was possibly pushed the punch other the edge) This punch was drank out of various vessels including espesso cups and mircowavable tupperware.
-A door handle was pulled off of a disabled door, which was locked, and all the sofa's in the uni Cafe where turned upside down and into dens.
-I was sick.
-I found it hilarious to get into our fridge-freezer, and still manged to fit in it without removing too many of the shelves.
- Our SU president passed out in my bedroom and everyone eventually went to sleep at 6am. But no one really slept.
The remainder of the weekend has been spent...doing not much. I've vaguely thought of doing some work, but I'd rather not do it, and face the wrath of Sexy Spanish tutor on Monday.
Being T-total lasted 13days. Lets try again.