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Weekend update:

Friday sucked donkey balls and here's why:

I couldn't sleep all Thursday night.

No, no sleep for you! FOR TWO YEARS! (anyone who watches Seinfeld will get that).

I'd been invited to a fancy dress party on Friday night. Now, I had my outfit all planned, but I just had to sew it. That was no problem. One Ninja (in the style of Hotsuma from Shinobi 2002) cut and sewn in 4 hours. Awesome.

I was half way walking through the park dressed as a sultry Ninjette (with all sorts of people staring), in the dark, when I realised I'd forgotten to eat. Oh well.

I arrived at the meeting place for the party (the local hospital). My housemate and best friend works at the hospital. It was their "works" party. I met everyone that evening.

I played a game called CumBubble. It's a drinking game, not really worth explaining. We drank the weirdest Russian Vodka (straight from Russia). They'd tried to test this Vodka to see if it was infact alcohol in the lab at the hospital earlier in the week. When they put it in the machine (what machine? I don't know...), it had broken the machine. I wasn't so sure it was safe. But what can I say, I'm a good sport.

Now, I'm no good at games of chance; mother luck hates me. So, needless to say - I drank a lot of this "vodka" and also a lot of cheapo vodka, which I'd also wager wasn't actually vodka. Poison x2 please. Yum.

So, a recap on the events so far:
No sleep in over 24 hours
No food in 24 hours
All day spent sewing
I didn't know anyone at all outside of my housemate

We got into a taxi and headed to a bar. I drank more (people kept buying me drinks, what was I gonna do, throw it in their faces?).

At about 9.30pm (yes, I lasted that long) I proceeded to spew my guts out.

It was the weirdest thing - I didn't know anyone, my housemate had buggered off and left me with a bunch of strangers and they were all talking at me incessantly. To top this they were all dressed up - one person as The Crow. He looked so much the part I actually got freaked out half way through the evening when he was talking at me.

There were ghostbusters too. But they were girls.

I was so tripped out.

So, I was spewing a lot. I got taken home (thank god) and spewed some more. I passed out, then watched the walls caving in on me for the rest of the night. I got up at 11.30 am and puked some more.

My housemate did feel guilty for being such a fuck and leaving me with people I don't know to spew my guts out to them. So, he kindly made me breakfast and dinner that day - despite the fact he'd also been spewing up all night!! I've never seen so much puke in all my life.

I swear it wasn't vodka. And it certainly wasn't legal in this country - it was in a bottle with about an inch of cannabis seeds at the bottom too. It was green and it burnt SO SO bad when it went down.

I still feel like I'm gonna puke when I think of how it tasted.

And usually my favourite drink is vodka. Yak.

Saturday:

Most surreal and weird day of my life to date. Beans and Sausages on Toast never tasted so good. No sleep for me. Again.

Sunday
Lots of time spent in photoshop and boy was I happy with the results



So, this was a record weird weekend for me. I never want to have to live through another night like Friday again.

I did get one good thing out of it though - I have the baddassest Ninja costume in the whole world.


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