And that is why you don't drunken dial...

I woke up this morning to some interesting texts in both the inbox and sent box of my phone... signs of a good night I feel! Two of my friends ended up almost naked, one passed out during twister and I found 2 chocolate digestives in my pencil case during English. It worked though, we weren't nervous at all until about 2 minutes before and even then we were still trying to stop another chundering everywhere. The only injuries sustained, were several BooBoo's, a swollen hip (from doing the splits) and a pulled butt-muscle from lunging too violently. Oh and the brother's annoyed too but what can you do!? So, after a full 4 hours sleep, triple English and stressful results, I now have 2 hours in which to clean up the house, clean up myself and head out to go see the Wombats. don't get me wrong I'm excited but right now it just seems like quite a lot of effort - I'd rather be browsing through hideous, probably obscene photo's that i can barely remember being taken in a private album on Facebook... Sucks to be me!

Girls Just Want To Have Fun!

So I came home to find that the brother and the brother-in-law were playing "hide the alcohol and food" - they'd left by this point and all I had was a house full of hidden treasures! I still haven't found the crisps... The girls (and token guy; straight though, not gay - we don't think!) are due any minute, the rug is up, alcohol displayed nicely, ring of fire rules in place and ready, sick buckets stationed appropriately, music pumping and as usual they're late! Bless them for their consistent lateness... The reason for the mid-week party? Modular results tomorrow, for which we're fearing the worst - my university place depends on them! In the summer, before our AS results, I hosted a similar party, to relieve the stress and tension (plus any excuse to get plastered!) and it was such a success we're repeating it! So even if our results are horrendous, hopefully the catastrophic hangover will overshadow it and we can put off sorting out plan b for life until the day after. See, if I had facebook then i could go online and see whether they're still at home or not, and also inform them that I've both lost the crisps and turned this into a BYOH party - bring your own hat, there will be a prize! ooh doorbell...

"Are you traumatised by your sperm?"

The opening line that my brother delivered to me as he walked through the door ladies and gentlemen. This is the kind of daily mayhem that I have to deal with! The parents are away and the friends are coming over. Let the drinking commence. the funny thing is my brother walked in and saw my vodka, and said that was far too much alcohol for the nine of us. Yes, thats for all nine of us, not just me... The hardest thing about tonight will be not uploading the photo's tomorrow of us all looking truly attractive and totally drunk , gazebo'd, car parked even! There's going to be masses of photo's uploaded on Easter Sunday now, purely because I an the only one who ever does take and upload photo's - they all go up, the good, the bad and the just plain drunk. Trigger-happy thats me, better than a gun I suppose....

Withdrawal Symptons

My mum just told me that if all else failed in life there's three white baguette's in the cupboard that I can have. She left, its late so I got into bed. She then returned to tell me that she'd put a chocolate cake at the bottom of my bed so watch out for that. I thought it was an octopus in a moment of logic-defying panic. The scary thing is she isn't mad, she's going away for a couple of days and has to hide food in various places in my room otherwise my brother will eat it before i get the chance to. The last time her and my Dad went away for the weekend, my brother had eaten my breakfast lunch, dinner and was half-way through my breakfast for the next day before I'd even woken up. He's a personal trainer and needs the calories more than I do apparently.

See, this is what I would be putting on Facebook, and I'd get some vague sympathetic comments and the occasional like from an obscure relative who's really too old to have an account on a social networking site. Its the little things that make you feel loved.

So today I gave up facebook....

Well what do I do!?
I have nothing now, no wasteful gorming or cyber-stalking to fill up my evening void.
I don't know who's going out with who, who had what for dinner and who's birthday it is tomorrow.
I only gave it up for lent, but its feeling like a long time right now...
and who can I tell that I had chicken in rice crispies for dinner!? (no word of a lie).