It's time to take stock of things. I am currently on a downward spiral. I have turned into a nocturnal alcoholic. I am caught up in a thousand emotions,in a cloud of lies I've made myself believe in. I woke up today,still pissed and unable to get out of bed due to the hangover. I watched Neighbours in bed cos I couldn't face the living room. I was going to take it easy tonight and sit at home but, for once, something half decent is happening at the Student Union. And. I am certainly up for a bit of hip hop. I'm really hoping that the hiphop won't be of the j-lo variety but more of the J5 sort. Apparently,there'll be break dancers, a "human beatbox" and grafitti artists. So, my plans for a quiet night have been dashed yet again. I'm of half a mind to stop making resolutions and plans...they always seemed to get foiled, for eg, I was attempting to study in the library earlier this week but this girl (with a fake tan so orange it made her look like a carrot with boobs) sat diagonally opposite me and made it impossible to concentrate on learning about the Pukapukans of the Cook Islands....such was the brilliance of her tan(fake) and her annoyingly low-cut white top,the contrast in colours was very very distracting. Anyhow, I am rambling again. What I'm trying to get across is the fact that things never quite happen as you plan for them to,not in this town at least.After all these years, I'm still constantly surprised whenever things don't go to plan(my plan)...looks like the army(with its ethos of ORDER has scarred me for life). So,it looks like I'll be putting on the ol' nike dunks and getting my groove on on the sticky, beer-covered floor that is Venue 1 in the Union.
I was going to start this blog off by talking abt last night's festivities. Well, the gathering to remember Leon went really well. Nobody was too emotional....it was just a bunch of his good mates,getting really really pissed,in his honour! There was the mass consumption of his favourite drinks, champagne and Gin and Tonics. The after party lasted for ages. I left Anthony's at 4 in the morn, realising that I had to hit the sack or risk a worse hangover than the one swiftly approaching. And we all know what happened when I woke up.
Choonage: The Trip (mix) by Snow Patrol