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Research Proposal

After a 2 hours meeting with my research supervisor, I have concluded that I am now going to be working on the International Criminal Court (ICC) and the main trials that have been held there. Gonna need to fine tune that thought.


BUT. The ICC is in the Netherlands, right beside the beach. I MISS THE BEACH SO MUCH. I NEED SUNSHINE. Sooner or later, I'm going to be afflicted by something akin to cabin fever. So I think in between my research at the ICC headquarters, I'll sign up for some surf lessons and tan like a mother-effer.

This needs some proper planning though. Balls.

baking sucks

well, that was fun. just finished
- a coffee cake
- chocolate orange brownie cakes
- dark and white chocolate mousse cups
- chocolate truffles
my arms are actually killing me now. think i will end up with an arm that would make Schwarzenner weep. of course he's probably doing alot of weeping atm as it is anyways!

Glasgow Take 2

So.... exam on the 26th but i can't muster up the Fear yet. There are 6 questions on the 6 different topics and I only have to answer 2. Not happening.

Robbie and I have worked out that we have been out at least once a week since the 8th of April. Then there were the birthdays, Final Fling and the Sports Ball.

Originally I was not planning on going out, I still had a residue cough from Final Fling on the Saturday but I'm easily persuaded. Ran home to change and met Nick and Robbie at the station. We got the express train over to Glasgow so we had about 25 minutes to finish our drink... Nick and Robbie almost finished theres in the last 10 minutes of the journey while I was trying not to gag over my wine. When we arrived at the station, Stef hadn't arrived yet, so we sat there and drank the rest of the booze between us. Robbie called Dave and said that if he wanted to leave the suitcase at Stef's he better come now. Dave was having a nice dinner with his Grandparents and cousin at the time so when he got the call he literally bolted from the table and ran to the station only to find that none of us had actually called Stef yet.

Stef arrived and we all threw our stuff into Stef's mom's car and went our merry way to Whetherspoon's for pre-drinks. Stef and Nick went straight for the jaeger bombs, while Robbie and I decided a pitcher of something called MonsterMash was the way to go. Placed closed at 12ish so we made our way to Kushion. On the way met Ally who pointed us in the right direction and then we got free tickets for Kushion about a block from the place. When we went in we were each given a raffle ticket and the prize would be two Rihanna tickets at the SECC next week. Ignoring that we headed straight to the bar where we were absolutely delighted to find out that drinks were a pound. Fuck yeah!

Robbie and I proceeded to perve on the cute bartender with Robbie asking the other bartender each time we were up if 'he was still gay' and for him to 'hurry and gay up'. We kept on having tequila shots WITHOUT the lime because they ran out so we had to chase that with a vodka coke which made me almost sick. Halfway through the night, the raffle was drawn and Robbie won the Rihanna tickets! Despite the fact he hated Rihanna and how she ruined summer for him because of her Umbrella song.

By the end of the night we were pretty wasted, we had about 3 tequila shots, 2 sour shots, countless vodka cokes and all the booze we had drank before hand. HOW were we still alive? While waiting outside for Stef, Nick and Dave to get their jackets, Robbie and I were basically loitering about when a guy started chatting to me. We talked for a bit and then said by and Robbie was like 'Why didn't you go with him!? He was into you!' How highschool of you, Robbie. And I was 'Dude, go after him for me then' sarcastically, forgetting that when Robbie is drunk, Robbie is easily manipulated. Robbie ran after him and unsure which one he actually was, he ran past them and then doubled back.

Meanwhile Stef, Nick and Dave came out and we grabbed Robbie and started on our way to the line of chippies. Robbie reported that the guy was leaving for Singapore tomorrow (which I have told him already) and that it wouldn't be fair on me. I was just too busy trying to keep up with Robbie as he ran LITERALLY ran towards the chippy. We must have ran into 4 four them and they kept on running out. Totally gutted. But we persevered in the end although I didn't get my crunchy pizza :(

The next day, Dave had to catch a flight from Prestwick down to London, so Robbie and I accompanied him to the station and got the first train back to Stirling. While hanging off the chairs, Dan called. He, too, had been out the night before with the hockey team in Stirling and he sounded rough. We agreed to our usual lunch at our new Hangover Hangout - Cape. But since Robbie and I had decided to shower first, we would call Dan. But when we arrived we decided to grab something to eat first instead but Dan refused to pick up. So we went to Dan's flat to get him (and also because Robbie said he wanted to drop a bomb). Robbie buzzed since I wasn't sure which one he lived in. Some passing chav went 'just go in, mate' and Robbie busted the door and we were in. Safe. When we got up to his floor, Robbie realised he had been buzzing the flat next door instead. Dick. Will answered the door in his hoody and underwear and insisted on giving me a hug. Dan was still comatosed on the bed so we trooped into the living room, which looked like a bomb had exploded and left bottles everywhere. Will started bustling about the place, putting the kettle on and started to clean up. Robbie stood up and declared that he was going to use their toilet because he was at the stage where it was literally half out and that there was nothing Will could do about this. I listened to him stomp his way through and about 10 seconds later I heard Robbie's mournful wail 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'. Turns out their flat had run out of toilet paper.

So Will said he'll get it for Robbie and proceeded to flaff about for a further 15 minutes before he went downstairs to the shop. Dan eventually got up and curled up next to Robbie on the sofa afterwards, cradling a giant mug of tea. It took us close to 2 hours before we went to Niall's across the street. During this time, we talked about Rick's ball being kicked in when he was a kid by a cow, Rick drowning kittens, Dan passing out on his bed, Rick talking about farming with some girl and the general wonderful invention known as paracetamol.

So exam in 2 weeks time and I'm out again next thursday. FML

Its been awhile!

I realise I've been really bad at updating this thing. Not only because of my damn dissertation and this essay, but because I had to prepare for the Sports Ball, Grad Ball and the Final Fling.

First thing off my chest was the dissertation. I finished it a day early so I could go out on the Thursday. Managed to rope in Stef (who had also finished her dissertation), Robbie, Gill, Josh and Nick. Since we had work, Stef and I didn't start drinking until 8 and even then we weren't drinking that fast. We had a bottle of vodka to share between us two and Robbie, so there was no way we were going to be drunk. And a bottle of Mickey Finns. And some wine. But yeah, by the time we went out around 12ish, the alcohol was definitely tickling our brains, but good ol' Rachel was driving up to uni at MIDNIGHT to pickup Myles (aka My Boner from now on) so she dropped us off at FUBAR.

Next morning, Nick had work at 11, so he disappeared early-ish. Gill and Josh were up at uni while Stef and I were dealing with a hangover from hell. It was also the Sports Ball on this wonderful day and we were seriously contemplating just drinking to make the pain stop. Its a very fine line between alcoholism and sobriety when you are at uni. Met Robbie for lunch in town and he was equally as hungover. Afterwards, we all hurried back to our place to get ready because Gill beleived it would take over 2 hours to do my hair. It took her 45 minutes. So I ended up sitting there with my hair all done for AGES. We ordered a taxi for uni and that bastard didn't show up for ages so we got another one. First thing I did when I got off the taxi? Drop my bottle of wine. I'm such a klutz. Met My Boner & Co. on the way to the campus shop for another bottle of wine and he handed me a bottle of beer.

So there we were, standing outside the MacRobert Theatre, on campus, waiting for the coaches to arrive, all dressed in our finery.... and swigging alchohol from the bottle. Yep, we're pure Class. I didn't even start on my bottle of wine until we were ON the coach, so I necked it in 20 minutes and when we got to the hotel, there was a champagne reception! Met a new friend from netball, where we decided to down our first glass of champagne so we could get another one. By the time we were seated, I'm pretty sure I was VERY drunk. Basically had to throw up before the second course and just continued drinking. Gazal would've been so proud. All during this, MY HANGOVER WAS STILL THERE. None of this, 'oh your hangover would be gone when you drink again', that's absolute balls. In effect, I had a two day hangover.

The next morning, Fiona wanted me to go out again. And truth be told, it this was back in first year, I would've said yes. but sadly enough I'm not 18 anymore. I'm 21. A lightweight. And am I(hopefully) off the booze until Final Fling, where this year I shall again drink 1 x bottle of wine, 7 x double vodkas, X number of shots, steal someone elses taxi and wake up still drunk at 4PM the next day with my contacts still in.

What happened?

So last night was the start of Re:Freshers 2010. Meaning its our last freshers ever :( So to commemorate such a joyous occassion, Robbie, Stef and I decided to do long islands as a pre-drink. Stef's recipe called for rum, vodka, triple sec and gin. And because we didn't have anything to measure with, we just used the bottle caps. We poured 1 capful of Cointreau and decided that it was a pitiful looking attempt. So we decided to go for 2 capfuls. Our recipe for a lip-numbing drink is 2 x shots of gin, vodka, rum and Cointreau. Each. Oh and a dash of coke and a lemon for decoration.
We had 3 cups before heading out and while in line, we met Cathy, who dragged us over to her flat about 1 minute away and did shots of Jaeger there as well. Then ran back to the queue and got into the club. Got chatted up at the bar by some dude and who just basically plyed me with drinks. Everything afterwards just consisted of massive memory blanks at certain time. Frig.
Met up with Robbie for work and I have never seen him look that sick before. Actually I'm sure I have before. Apparently he had a meeting with his dissertation supervisor this morning (well it was 2, but as a student that equates to a morning) and he just spent that meeting staring at her like a zombie while she leaned slightly away from him due to the smell of booze oozing out of his pores.
We worked out while procrastinating at work that the last time Robbie was sick and felt this bad was in Slovenia. Where he was sleeping on the top bunk and had to run to the toilet to throw up. Three times. And the third time he was just hanging onto the toilet bowl, gagging while crying at the same time. This was when we started drinking at 9:30 in the morning for Stef's 21st because we misinterpreted a 'happy hour' sign. Rather than the cheap booze for sale between the times of 7:30AM to 10AM as we originally anticipated, it was actually for the coffee. Whoops. Should have realised that really!

Booze intake last night
The equivalent of 21 shots in 2 hours, 3 Jaeger shots and 6 double vodka oranges. HOW AM I NOT DEAD?!?!?

Someone's Gonna Poach Ma List!

So, after work today, Robbie and I decided to hit Laura's flat for the Scotland v. Wales match since O'Neill's (now renamed Nialls) was jampacked with Celtic fans who were out for a full day drinking binge. Scotland was leading when we arrived. But somehow those Welsh bastards managed to pull their game together and during the last 3 minutes,while I was busily flicking through a Heat magazine, Robbie was cringing behind his neon pink Mickey Mouse plate, Alex was being all manly by shouting a few non-sensical half sentences and Laura was climbing about the sofa like a chinchilla on LSD, Wales managed to score and so Scotland lost. Meh, doesn't really bother me.

Worked out the other day that there are currently 9 movies out in the cinema that we really want to see, so Robbie worked out that if we go at 9:30am we can finish at least 6 of those films. I had to put my foot down on this, as the 9:30 suggestion was for Astro-Boy no less. No way, José! In the end, never did make it to the cinema since Robbie was hungover.

The previous day, was just conditioning my hair when the water went off. It was about 2 degrees outside (which in our toilet translates to about -2 since its normally colder INSIDE than outside....) and Scotland has hard water, meaning it takes longer to wash off soapy suds. Ended up hanging over the sink and washing my hair out in the freezing cold.

Since I HAVE to wash my hair every day, else I get ansty, I popped round Robbie's to use their shower (which is fair enough, since the boys are normally passed out at ours). As I was drying my hair in the living room, with Robbie wrapped up in his Assassin's Creed bathrobe-ripoff, he turned to me and said "This is waay too domestic". To which I heartily agreed and immediately called the plumber to fix our shower.

St. Valentines Day tomorrow. Which means a lovely dinner with Robbie, Kirsty and Alex at Mediterranea and then getting absolutely pissed at Pub Quiz. Boo-Yah!