Me la paso mamandini...
So, this is my first update of the festive season! It's been exactly a week since my last post... which happens to be a coincidence. I just thought I'd post and then noticed I had last posted on a Saturday. Hmm, let the fun begin.
I've been in seclusion for the major part of the week. By that I mean I've been out once or twice during the day, I've slept until 3pm almost every day and gone to bed close to 6am every... morning. Yes, my irregular sleeping pattern is back, although, I guess this is my normal sleeping pattern and the one that I adopt during weekdays in school term is my irregular one...
Anyway, I've been so out of it that I just noticed that I have a beard. That's right, a proper beard. How cool is that? I was going for the goatee thing, since I can't grow certain areas of my face (closing the lock on the sides and connecting my sideburns with the chin most notably) but I haven't shaved for quite a while... and now I have a beard! Scrappy, but definitely a beard...
Which is quite sad, because I'm planning on breaking my inactiveness today and going out. Just thought it would be nice for a change. However, that means shaving (they wouldn't let me in otherwise... I do look like a proper bum) and well, losing all that hard work. But hey, I might just not go out... depends how I feel after I take a shower. I'm not sure if I want to be wandering around the empty streets of Newcastle in the wee hours of the morning (all students are gone... which means there won't be a shitload of people walking my way when closing time comes). Eh, I'll figure something out. I'm also planning on watching the F1 race at 4 in the morning, so I guess going out would keep me awake until that time... although to be honest I don't think there's a need for that.
My partying sort of started yesterday/early today. Since I'm almost positive I'm the only person in my block, I pumped up the stereo (okay, my speakers... but they're really good speakers!!) to very loud and just fucked about (my ears were ringing after I turned it off at 5am... that's how loud they were) and drank. Yes, drinking on my own... I guess I am a full-fledge alcoholic now. It started out just having a couple of beers while watching the telly, and then a couple more while surfing the net... but then I put the music up and kept on, ending on 8 pints. Yes, I know. And the worst thing was that I wasn't feeling the effects too much. I mean, yeah, typing was a toughie (especially in Spanish, that was horrible... I was chatting with my cousin and I didn't want her to know that I was drinking, so it took me about two minutes--seriously--to send a two line message), but I wasn't drunk. Not even woozie... fuck me. Had a good time, though, until I woke up extremely thirsty. Ah, forgot to drink water in between pints. What a fuckhead.
In funny news, it has been revealed that Sir Alex Ferguson has been sending Paul Scholes (who is out for the season) around to watch different clubs play (you could say for scouting purposes). That is quite amusing, because the reason that Scholes is out for the season is because of blurred vision... hmmm. Now I see why so many mediocre players have been signed as of late. I bet the previous scout was fucking blind!
That's it for now... if I do go out later today then I will post with the happenings tomorrow.. or the day after tomorrow. Thanks for reading!
I've been in seclusion for the major part of the week. By that I mean I've been out once or twice during the day, I've slept until 3pm almost every day and gone to bed close to 6am every... morning. Yes, my irregular sleeping pattern is back, although, I guess this is my normal sleeping pattern and the one that I adopt during weekdays in school term is my irregular one...
Anyway, I've been so out of it that I just noticed that I have a beard. That's right, a proper beard. How cool is that? I was going for the goatee thing, since I can't grow certain areas of my face (closing the lock on the sides and connecting my sideburns with the chin most notably) but I haven't shaved for quite a while... and now I have a beard! Scrappy, but definitely a beard...
Which is quite sad, because I'm planning on breaking my inactiveness today and going out. Just thought it would be nice for a change. However, that means shaving (they wouldn't let me in otherwise... I do look like a proper bum) and well, losing all that hard work. But hey, I might just not go out... depends how I feel after I take a shower. I'm not sure if I want to be wandering around the empty streets of Newcastle in the wee hours of the morning (all students are gone... which means there won't be a shitload of people walking my way when closing time comes). Eh, I'll figure something out. I'm also planning on watching the F1 race at 4 in the morning, so I guess going out would keep me awake until that time... although to be honest I don't think there's a need for that.
My partying sort of started yesterday/early today. Since I'm almost positive I'm the only person in my block, I pumped up the stereo (okay, my speakers... but they're really good speakers!!) to very loud and just fucked about (my ears were ringing after I turned it off at 5am... that's how loud they were) and drank. Yes, drinking on my own... I guess I am a full-fledge alcoholic now. It started out just having a couple of beers while watching the telly, and then a couple more while surfing the net... but then I put the music up and kept on, ending on 8 pints. Yes, I know. And the worst thing was that I wasn't feeling the effects too much. I mean, yeah, typing was a toughie (especially in Spanish, that was horrible... I was chatting with my cousin and I didn't want her to know that I was drinking, so it took me about two minutes--seriously--to send a two line message), but I wasn't drunk. Not even woozie... fuck me. Had a good time, though, until I woke up extremely thirsty. Ah, forgot to drink water in between pints. What a fuckhead.
In funny news, it has been revealed that Sir Alex Ferguson has been sending Paul Scholes (who is out for the season) around to watch different clubs play (you could say for scouting purposes). That is quite amusing, because the reason that Scholes is out for the season is because of blurred vision... hmmm. Now I see why so many mediocre players have been signed as of late. I bet the previous scout was fucking blind!
That's it for now... if I do go out later today then I will post with the happenings tomorrow.. or the day after tomorrow. Thanks for reading!
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