Wednesday, November 10
The Week That Was
Time to catch up on last week, methinks. Not bad, considering it's now Wednesday. Stupid Rob.I skipped a lecture (this becomes a recurring theme, keep track of it. I'll be asking questions at the end) on Tuesday morning, for the simple reason that I was fucking knackered. I couldn't sleep on Monday night, due to lazing around in bed until 4 on Sunday at Jillian's, so I was fucked come Tuesday morning. Not literally, of course.
I managed to get to my two afternoon lectures, for what they were worth. Stupid crappy boring lectures, I just can't get enough of them! I did chat to a nice Lithuanian girl I know for a little while, which was cool. She even gave me a chocolate from her weekend in Switzerland. I needed that sugar rush to see me through 2 hours of European Law, I'm certain of it.
As we left, she mentioned about the party-thing that was happening for the international law students that evening. I knew about it, but hadn't got a ticket by then. I could still go and pick one up on the door, but I wasn't sure if I would go or not. I'd been told that a load of friends were going to Amadeus, our usual Tuesday night haunt, so I was half-planning on going there, if anywhere. I took the girl's number and said that maybe I'd go.
Of course I didn't go. I would argue that I was too tired to go, but that would be defeated by the fact that I stayed up until gone 6 in the morning watching the US elections online. Dammit.
I'm not going to get all political here, but suffice it to say that I'm both bitterly disappointed and downright angry that Bush got re-elected. There are thousands of people who have online opinions on the election, so go read them if you haven't already. I happen to quite like DailyKos, but each to your own.
As morning arrived, I was half-contemplating going to my 9am lecture, but a wave of tiredness hit me, forcing me to go to bed. I did however set my alarm to give me time to get to my 11am class, even if it was after only 3 hours sleep, but when it went off I was even more tired. I'm surprised I didn't smash my bastard alarm clock! So that was another 2 lectures missed. 3 from 5 so far with 2 more to go.
I don't remember doing much on Wednesday night, so it must have been a catching up on sleep deal. Not that it helped me come Thursday. I made it to my 9am, which was an achievement in itself that week, but once more I had to sit on the floor because the room was so rammed. Not good for concentration levels.
I also couldn't really hear everything, and my mind kept wandering all over the place, so I took advantage of the break in the middle to grab my stuff and leg it to the bus stop. It was just too boring and the floor was far too solid for my liking. Meh, I'll catch up by reading the textbook.
I went back to my afternoon lecture, but I was thoroughly lost, due to missing Wednesday's lecture in that subject. I hate it when that happens, when the lecturer just builds and builds on one lecture. If you miss something at the start of a semester, for whatever reason, you're fucked for the best part of a week, if not longer.
In the evening, we made our way to our usual haunt of the Dubliner for quiz night, which we actually won! Yay us. I'm assuming that it must have been a quiet night, but whatever, we won! I love pub quizzes, my bank of wholly useless information is perfectly attuned to them.
I think we didn't go anywhere else afterwards, but I did arrange with Jamie to go on an absolute bender on Friday evening. He had classes until 4 (I have the day off), and we were seriously thinking about starting drinking immediately after. In the end, we decided a slightly more sensible plan was to start at 6, which is still pretty early.
Why did we decide to have a massive session? Because we could, I suppose. Not much else to do on a Friday night! And finally, me and Jamie hadn't got twatted together in far too long. We hadn't really got immensely drunk individually for a while either, so a big session was called for.
We decided to meet at a great little pub called Sepp'l at 6, and to basically invite as many people as possible to come down as and when they could. There would kind of be a rotating table of people coming and going, with me and Jamie falling ever deeper into our respective drunken stupors. No doubt Bar Drei would make an appearance at some point too.
That was the plan for Friday, I'll type that up later. My fingers ache.
