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Monday, February 23


Goddamn did I get drunk at our party on Saturday!!! Oh so drunk. And so very hungover on Sunday. Soooooooooo hungover.

I guess things have kinda got sorted between me and my housemates, because we are actually talking again. Which is a hell of a lot more than was happening on Thursday night and Friday during the day. A HELL of a lot more.

Anyway, the party.

It was in aid of Alex's 21st birthday, celebrated a little earlier in the week. We clubbed together and got him this really cool book called "Earth From The Air", which is a coffee-table book full of huge glossy photos of random things across the planet. It looks amazing and some of the pictures are just awe-inspiringly beautiful. I want it.

Me and Pete decided that White Russians were going to be the way to go forward during the party. The drinks, not just some small Russian women. Therefore, we planned ahead and bought some Kahlua, vodka and loads of milk at Sainsbury's during the day, and hid it all before the party started. I also grabbed 4 (4!!!) large, 70cl, bottles of Red Square, just to warm me up before the White Russians.

We did a quick spring-clean of the house (well, when I say "we", I mean "everyone except Matt, who is a BAD PERSON"), and then waited for everyone to arrive. Actually, we put some balloons up, and put this random "The Party's Here!!!" sign on the front door. We like tacky stuff when we throw parties. A bit like the floors the morning after, very tacky.

I was a little disappointed that barely of my friends made it to the party, even though I know most of my housemates' friends that came along. I always seem to get texts the next day saying "Sorry I wasn't there Rob, something came up". Damn them, damn them all to Hell.

I did, however, succeed in getting very, very drunk. I remember chatting to so many random people about so many random things. And those are just the bits I remember. It gets hazier as the night got later and became morning again. I must have been drunk.

Things I do remember:

I think I may also have fallen in lust with this girl called Siobhan. She's a sort of friend of Alex, because they met on her first day at uni last September. In recent weeks she's been round our house quite often, we think because she fancies Alex. Unfortunately for her, Alex has a girlfriend (the lovely Hayley), and I'm not sure if she knows or not. However, I think she's cool. She's good-looking, quite tall and a good laugh. Plus, she loves films and seems to go to the cinema about 10 times per week. Like I said, I've fallen in lust, but no doubt I will fail to do anything about it. Yay me.

The party eventually drew to a close just after 7 in the morning, and I crashed into my bed, only to wake up again at 1 in the afternoon. I don't think I was still drunk, but I was fucking knackered and very hungover. So, what did we all choose to do? We went to a pub for some lunch!!! We rule. A huge greasy burger and a pint of beer was just what I needed. Um, yeah, right.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Some absolute FUCKING CUNT stole ?50 from my wallet at the party. They left me with ?30 in there, but took ?50. The fucking cunt!!! The only plus is that it wasn't my money per se, it was the household's money which I was supposed to pay in today. Fucker. My faith in humanity has been utterly destroyed. Completely and utterly. Fucker.

Another fucker: Matt, the BAD PERSON from earlier. Without doubt the slobbiest, laziest and all-round bastard of a person that I have ever met. He was hanging yesterday, just like all of us, but didn't even lift a finger to help us clean the house up. I mopped the entire house from top to bottom (it was horribly sticky everywhere), but we had to repeatedly tell Matt to do this tiny bit of washing-up (my favourite bugbear, once again) that was left for him to do. I swear it took over 2 hours of cajoling and complaining at him to get it done. Unbelievably lazy!!! Alex came up with something profound about Matt today: "I feel sorry for his Mum at home, but at the same time I think she did a bad job of raising him." So, so true.

And what else? I was exhausted by the time I went to bed last night, and wasn't feeling much better this morning, when I had to get up to go to uni for the first time in 10 days. Stupid arsing timetablers. I hate them. Why couldn't I have all afternoon classes?

I took quite a few photos on Saturday night, and I will get them posted either today or tomorrow. There's so many random ones, because it was about 3am before I remembered to take some pictures, by which time I was very, very drunk. Perhaps even disgracefully so. Meh. I rule.


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