i'll reiterate everyone else's journals.. the perth SG hookup on friday was awesome!
all the SG perth people rock
yes.. we should do it again soon. i have some blurry memories of Grigori mentioning Cocadisco at the rosemount on friday night. if not this one then maybe we can all gatecrash another Cocadisco.
i'm pretty sure i was still drunk when i was at the train station at 8am on saturday to go to work. but i managed to survive.. and.. i didn't vomit on anything! i should get a prize.
i should give a breakdown of my saturday. despite the fact most of it was a nightmare and i looked like a zombie all day, it's kind of funny.
~4:00am - leave the monkey bar, get home to find i don't 'have keys. curl up on a damp couch outside our house. i think it was about 2 degrees.
~4:30am - decide not to try and climb over the shed into the backyard. i should get a prize for this moment of wisdom, i'm quite sure it saved me breaking a leg or my skull.
~5am - get let into the house by nearly comatose boyfriend, hope i don't have pneumonia
~7:30am - "wake up" for work
~8:30am-12:30pm - work, with no vomitting!
~1:00pm - meet the boi in the city to pick up the car. the boi seems like he needs his stomach pumped.
~1:05pm - find a parking ticket on the car - we parked in a motorcycle zone. fuck you barinas for fitting into motorcycle zones.
~1:30pm - friends call and ask why we aren't at the picnic that we should have psychically known about!? apparently making vague plans a month ago without any reminder is something we should remember.
~2:00pm - go to picnic and try not to strangle friends as they wank on about pseudo intellectual white middleclass bullshit that i can't deal with on 3 hours sleep.
~5:00pm - go home to get ready to meet some friends at the queens
~6:00pm - try to disguise the fact we look like the living dead.
~7:00pm - destroy liver entirely.
~11:00pm - mm sleep.
now i'm pigging out on chocolate and shitty food. getting slowly smothered by uni work. : \
it's a "study week". i don't have high hopes for getting much done.
i'm feeling really shitty. i think i would need to sleep for a week or two to actually make up for my lack of sleep.
listening to the pixies and trying to write an exciting seminar on CORROSION. jesus. the chocolate and the music is good..
- pirate z
all the SG perth people rock
yes.. we should do it again soon. i have some blurry memories of Grigori mentioning Cocadisco at the rosemount on friday night. if not this one then maybe we can all gatecrash another Cocadisco.
i'm pretty sure i was still drunk when i was at the train station at 8am on saturday to go to work. but i managed to survive.. and.. i didn't vomit on anything! i should get a prize.
i should give a breakdown of my saturday. despite the fact most of it was a nightmare and i looked like a zombie all day, it's kind of funny.
~4:00am - leave the monkey bar, get home to find i don't 'have keys. curl up on a damp couch outside our house. i think it was about 2 degrees.
~4:30am - decide not to try and climb over the shed into the backyard. i should get a prize for this moment of wisdom, i'm quite sure it saved me breaking a leg or my skull.
~5am - get let into the house by nearly comatose boyfriend, hope i don't have pneumonia
~7:30am - "wake up" for work
~8:30am-12:30pm - work, with no vomitting!
~1:00pm - meet the boi in the city to pick up the car. the boi seems like he needs his stomach pumped.
~1:05pm - find a parking ticket on the car - we parked in a motorcycle zone. fuck you barinas for fitting into motorcycle zones.
~1:30pm - friends call and ask why we aren't at the picnic that we should have psychically known about!? apparently making vague plans a month ago without any reminder is something we should remember.
~2:00pm - go to picnic and try not to strangle friends as they wank on about pseudo intellectual white middleclass bullshit that i can't deal with on 3 hours sleep.
~5:00pm - go home to get ready to meet some friends at the queens
~6:00pm - try to disguise the fact we look like the living dead.
~7:00pm - destroy liver entirely.
~11:00pm - mm sleep.
now i'm pigging out on chocolate and shitty food. getting slowly smothered by uni work. : \
it's a "study week". i don't have high hopes for getting much done.
i'm feeling really shitty. i think i would need to sleep for a week or two to actually make up for my lack of sleep.
listening to the pixies and trying to write an exciting seminar on CORROSION. jesus. the chocolate and the music is good..
- pirate z
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Funny diary entry...very visual.