Went to an Abs Blast class with Stef yesterday.
Woke up today sore as hell. AND I CAN'T EVEN SNEEZE BECAUSE I FREAKING HURT SO MUCH.
GOD I HATE EXERCISE!
Friday 29 January 2010
Saturday 23 January 2010
"I'm gorgeous!"
So after work today, I was minding my own business in my room, procrastinating from doing any thesis work when I recieved a phonecall.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Robbie: I got my eyelashes tinted
Me: What?!
Robbie: I looking fucking gorgeous!
Me: ... you have officially overstepped that line between gay and GAY
I have not personally been treated to this luscious view of Robbie. And I'm scared I will laugh in his face when I do. But until then, I shall keep an open mind.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Robbie: I got my eyelashes tinted
Me: What?!
Robbie: I looking fucking gorgeous!
Me: ... you have officially overstepped that line between gay and GAY
I have not personally been treated to this luscious view of Robbie. And I'm scared I will laugh in his face when I do. But until then, I shall keep an open mind.
Tuesday 19 January 2010
Why?!?!?!?1
So... hungover again. Appears to be a permanent status of me recently. Not a good way to start off 2010.
Night out in Edinburgh this time. Was supposed to be Me, Stef, Robbie and Dave, but Stef and Dave pulled out at the last minute. While at work, Robbie sent a text to Dave to persuade him and next thing we know, he's packing his bag and everything as he was in his bed reading Twilight and realised that it was kind of sad.
Met at the train station after work, and this time, Robbie and Dave decided not to drink ON the train as they did not want to get that drunk. I was too busy trying to do my makeup on a train to care.
By the time we arrived, Abi and her friends had already started drinking. Actually, they've been drinking from 6 but who am I to judge?
Played higher or lower, and tanked my bottle of wine in 45 minutes. Shit. Left for the club at about 10:45, but not before I tripped and almost decked it. I wasn't even that drunk yet!
Arrived at the club and made our way through and gravitated towards the bar. Vodka redbull BAGS were a fiver each. That's an IV drip bag with 4 shots of vodka and a can of Redbull. Yes please. Goodbye braincells.
The rest of the night is a blur really. When we finished our bag of alcohol, we went to the bar again. But since they had run out of bags, they decided to give us a jug instead. Each. While waiting at the bar, Robbie was like 'Go to the guy over there! He was totally checking you out!'. Barring how junior-high that sounded I just told Robbie that if he was that excited, he should just go and chat him up for me. He left to chat to the guy, while Dave, Abi and I had a shot of tequila. But since i was a klutz I dropped the lime, and, since I was feeling the effects of alcohol by then, I just chased the tequila with my jug.
We wandered back and left Robbie talking to the guy. Where this other guy chatted me up. AND WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP. So I pulled him. Effective way of shutting up a guy.
Then went to find Dave and Abi and left the club where we met Robbie outside. Turns out Robbie had been thrown out (I'm beginning to see a pattern here) and had wandered to the club next door. According to Robbie (and his memory is fuzzy here as he does not remember anything) he was looking for some secret doorway to get from this club into the one we were in. And since he was gone for over an hour, it was probably safe to say that Robbie was dancing by himself in this other club. Loser.
When we finally got back, we went to the 24/7 convenience store around the corner and just piled everything into Robbie's arm (i.e. making him pay for the food) and stayed up until god knows what time.
I woke up sprawled across the majority of the bed with Dave snoring happily beside me. I thought I would be nice and scrunch up a bit to give him some room. Obviously, Unconscious Dave interpreted this as rolling around to hog all the blankets and taking up the space I had just previously inhabited.
Nothing special happened afterwards, apart from grabbing lunch in 10 minutes, running to the train station and going to work immediately. Well for Dave anyways. Robbie and I didn't start until 4. Which is when our hangovers kicked in.
Random Topic of the Day: Robbie talking about duck sex and trying to demonstrate what the female duck looked like.
Night out in Edinburgh this time. Was supposed to be Me, Stef, Robbie and Dave, but Stef and Dave pulled out at the last minute. While at work, Robbie sent a text to Dave to persuade him and next thing we know, he's packing his bag and everything as he was in his bed reading Twilight and realised that it was kind of sad.
Met at the train station after work, and this time, Robbie and Dave decided not to drink ON the train as they did not want to get that drunk. I was too busy trying to do my makeup on a train to care.
By the time we arrived, Abi and her friends had already started drinking. Actually, they've been drinking from 6 but who am I to judge?
Played higher or lower, and tanked my bottle of wine in 45 minutes. Shit. Left for the club at about 10:45, but not before I tripped and almost decked it. I wasn't even that drunk yet!
Arrived at the club and made our way through and gravitated towards the bar. Vodka redbull BAGS were a fiver each. That's an IV drip bag with 4 shots of vodka and a can of Redbull. Yes please. Goodbye braincells.
The rest of the night is a blur really. When we finished our bag of alcohol, we went to the bar again. But since they had run out of bags, they decided to give us a jug instead. Each. While waiting at the bar, Robbie was like 'Go to the guy over there! He was totally checking you out!'. Barring how junior-high that sounded I just told Robbie that if he was that excited, he should just go and chat him up for me. He left to chat to the guy, while Dave, Abi and I had a shot of tequila. But since i was a klutz I dropped the lime, and, since I was feeling the effects of alcohol by then, I just chased the tequila with my jug.
We wandered back and left Robbie talking to the guy. Where this other guy chatted me up. AND WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP. So I pulled him. Effective way of shutting up a guy.
Then went to find Dave and Abi and left the club where we met Robbie outside. Turns out Robbie had been thrown out (I'm beginning to see a pattern here) and had wandered to the club next door. According to Robbie (and his memory is fuzzy here as he does not remember anything) he was looking for some secret doorway to get from this club into the one we were in. And since he was gone for over an hour, it was probably safe to say that Robbie was dancing by himself in this other club. Loser.
When we finally got back, we went to the 24/7 convenience store around the corner and just piled everything into Robbie's arm (i.e. making him pay for the food) and stayed up until god knows what time.
I woke up sprawled across the majority of the bed with Dave snoring happily beside me. I thought I would be nice and scrunch up a bit to give him some room. Obviously, Unconscious Dave interpreted this as rolling around to hog all the blankets and taking up the space I had just previously inhabited.
Nothing special happened afterwards, apart from grabbing lunch in 10 minutes, running to the train station and going to work immediately. Well for Dave anyways. Robbie and I didn't start until 4. Which is when our hangovers kicked in.
Random Topic of the Day: Robbie talking about duck sex and trying to demonstrate what the female duck looked like.
Friday 15 January 2010
A Sign That We Do Not Learn From Our Mistakes
So... yesterday was supposed to be a nice get together with the guys from work. Does it ever go the way planned?
Work finished at 8, we had about an hour and a half to get ready and be at the train station. Rachel was home, so while doing my makeup, the idiot accidentally set off the fire alarm to which I almost poked out my eyeball with my eyeliner.
Met at the train station and caught the straight to Glasgow train. Which meant we had roughly 20 minutes to pre-drink. Yeah man. Bottle of rosé between Robbie and me while Stef was having a panic-attack about her swollen fingers and the ring that was stuck. Dave had to Vaseline that bad-boy off. [insert joke here] There's too many for me to even type.
Went to Frankenstein's for more drinks... and stayed longer than anticipated which should've been a major clue as to where the night was heading. Made our way to Karbon, where according to Stef it was full of posers. Nice. But it was student night which meant that it'll be cheap drinks... yeah man!
Inside, we managed to grab a table and just gawked at the beautiful people there. Barring the fact that half the girls were dressed in basically a bra and skirt, the men were gorgeous. This was attested by the fact that while at the bar, I could basically feel robbie's boner as he leered at some angelic looking underager. And how robbie was caught by some dude checking out his friend's ass.
Drinks were a pound each. End of story.
Next thing we know we're getting ready to leave and we're in the cloak queue when the next thing I know, Dave shoots past us and dissapears with Robbie hot on his heels. I find them outside with Robbie hovering over Dave like some mother hen and Stef nowhere in sight.
After about 20 minutes, Stef appears, stumbling down the alley towards us in her heels. We walk for ages to some chippy and then all happily hop into a taxi. Stef starts chatting the poor taximan up, who when he revealed that his name was also Stef but with two 'f's' instead of one, Stef was overjoyed and seemed unable to comprehend such facts and so just ended up calling him 'stefstef'. Dave was meanwhile, curled up in the corner with a death-grip on his chippy.
We didn't sleep until 5 in the morning, when we all passed out on sofa.
Woke up at 11 to the worst hangover of my life. Maybe not THE worst, but pretty close. The hangover didn't leave until I went to bed at 11 at night. What kind of ball-sack hangover lasts over 12 hours?!??!?
Probably didn't help that we went to see Avatar in 3D, thought I was going to throw up when they went flying. Not good. Especially with children in the theatre with us. I am such a good role model.
Work finished at 8, we had about an hour and a half to get ready and be at the train station. Rachel was home, so while doing my makeup, the idiot accidentally set off the fire alarm to which I almost poked out my eyeball with my eyeliner.
Met at the train station and caught the straight to Glasgow train. Which meant we had roughly 20 minutes to pre-drink. Yeah man. Bottle of rosé between Robbie and me while Stef was having a panic-attack about her swollen fingers and the ring that was stuck. Dave had to Vaseline that bad-boy off. [insert joke here] There's too many for me to even type.
Went to Frankenstein's for more drinks... and stayed longer than anticipated which should've been a major clue as to where the night was heading. Made our way to Karbon, where according to Stef it was full of posers. Nice. But it was student night which meant that it'll be cheap drinks... yeah man!
Inside, we managed to grab a table and just gawked at the beautiful people there. Barring the fact that half the girls were dressed in basically a bra and skirt, the men were gorgeous. This was attested by the fact that while at the bar, I could basically feel robbie's boner as he leered at some angelic looking underager. And how robbie was caught by some dude checking out his friend's ass.
Drinks were a pound each. End of story.
Next thing we know we're getting ready to leave and we're in the cloak queue when the next thing I know, Dave shoots past us and dissapears with Robbie hot on his heels. I find them outside with Robbie hovering over Dave like some mother hen and Stef nowhere in sight.
After about 20 minutes, Stef appears, stumbling down the alley towards us in her heels. We walk for ages to some chippy and then all happily hop into a taxi. Stef starts chatting the poor taximan up, who when he revealed that his name was also Stef but with two 'f's' instead of one, Stef was overjoyed and seemed unable to comprehend such facts and so just ended up calling him 'stefstef'. Dave was meanwhile, curled up in the corner with a death-grip on his chippy.
We didn't sleep until 5 in the morning, when we all passed out on sofa.
Woke up at 11 to the worst hangover of my life. Maybe not THE worst, but pretty close. The hangover didn't leave until I went to bed at 11 at night. What kind of ball-sack hangover lasts over 12 hours?!??!?
Probably didn't help that we went to see Avatar in 3D, thought I was going to throw up when they went flying. Not good. Especially with children in the theatre with us. I am such a good role model.
Friday 8 January 2010
Unlike any other place
It is currently a snowstorm around the entire British isle... barring Stirling. The only thing Stirling has is a sheet of ice EVERYWHERE. There's no sidewalk as the ice just slopes towards the road. And its safer to walk ON the roads.
What has happened so far? Nothing really. Just the usual night out on a Thursday. And me finding Robbie wandering around outside in circles like a headless chicken.... in sub-zero weather. Douche.
Current thesis/dissertation progress: Zero.Zilch.Nada.Nothing.
What has happened so far? Nothing really. Just the usual night out on a Thursday. And me finding Robbie wandering around outside in circles like a headless chicken.... in sub-zero weather. Douche.
Current thesis/dissertation progress: Zero.Zilch.Nada.Nothing.
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