It was my 21st birthday on November 13, my friends decided to document the night in the form of a journal, this is what we ended up with:
Shot count: (20:50) : 2 - 1 flatliner, 1 birthday shot.
Nicole is not amused.
Shot count is shockingly low at this stage.
Nicole is currently looking at us, she knows…
Shot count: (21:21): 4 - 1 flatliner, 1 springbok.
Shot glass something something (melted shot glass with cigarette)
Suddenly there was light?!
Nicole needs another drink. I nominate Sean Black to get her one.
Annoying things of the day: By Bin and Bex also known as Bsquared :
1. Random girls sitting at our table for '1 drink'
2. General loud voices and un-evolved jocks
3. Random girl (with boyfriend) sitting with us for TOO DAMN LONG!
- talking half-brain-cell kinda shit
- her boobs could suffocate an army
- I'm eeout
#soznotsoz #fuckthesebints #wecantstop #welovetohashtag
4. Girls touching boys manboob
5. Boys touching their asses and then touching girls face #ew #cracktofaceloving
6. Dumb bitch returns
Triumphs! (There were good things)
1. Bin convinced Sean to buy her a drink. Hollah guurl.
2. Nicole drinking THE CURDLE SHOT #vom x 2
3. MORE SHOTS FOR NICOLE...
Shot count: (21:50) : 8 - 1 flatliner, 1 pancake, 1 springbok, 1 curdle shot
#messy
4. Dumb bitch exited the cool circle - peace is restored - nevermiiiiind
5. Some guy asks for psychedelic drugs customers. Y'know, us. Cause we're cool.
6. Bin avoids awks conversation with ex-hook-up by telling him he's boring
7. Bin attempted to drink dumb bitches whole drink and pretend it was a mistake (true story)
Nicole: "why are you at my table bitch?"
DB (dumb bitch) hits on Bex #sozlol #lolawks
-HAAA. Dafaq, even.
(Sidebar: Nicole looking more drunk, this is good)
8. DB proves useful, brandishing panado for Bin. Urgh. Hate it when annoying people are nice.
9. Bin gets hiccups. Sober. I die. #drunkardatheart
Nicole looks bored. More alcohol. #bekshandledit
p.s DB is still heeeeeere
Bin found R20 in the bathroom. #scooooore #student
Bin singing obnoxiously, to scare DB off. #notworking CAN'T EVEN DEAL
We walked to friars. All Rhodes lead to friars.
Nicole has no idea what's happening, she said so herself.
p.s - Friars is empty
Friars is wed-exam-time-kinda-full.
Sean sexy dances.
Tash gets her vodka and orange juice.
HAPPY FACES!!
People making out. Sean poses with them. Nicole poses with them.
Ross and Rebecca become BFFFFS. WOOOOOO!
Ross approves this message.
Tash dances amazingly.
Shot count: (00:30) : 10 - 1 strawberry lips, 1 soco
Beks is so drunk.
Binwe dancing like a white person.
Sean is a drunk loser #fallingonthedancefloor, tipping Bex over #SHAMEFUL
BOO YOU WHORE!
Bin drinks tequila shot HA HAAAAAAAA
Beks is dancing with a book just so you know, really embarrassing. #notunusual
Beks kills Sean (drinking)
Everybody loses Nicole.
We found Nicole!
HAPPY FACES!
Nicoleon is the best #TRUTH
CLOSING TIME!
My friends are amazing. I love you guys.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Halycon Days
"A period of peace and happiness."
The Halcyon is a bird of Greek legend. The ancients believed that the bird made a floating nest in the Aegean Sea and it had the power to calm the waves while brooding her eggs. The belief in the birds power to calm the sea originated in a beautiful myth recorded by Ovid.
The story goes that Aeolus, the ruler of the winds, had a daughter named Alcyone who married Ceyx, the king of Thessaly. Ceyx was drowned at sea and Alcyone threw herself into the waves in a fit of grief. Instead of drowning, she was transformed into a bird and the wind carried her to her husband.
Today, halcyon days leans more towards nostalgia and the recalling of the seemingly endless sunny days of youth, but the original halcyon days were in the depth of winter.
The depths of winter. Those are the real halcyon days. That's when it gets the darkest and the coldest. But peace is drinking tea with your best friend when it's cold and happiness is being surrounded by friends with lighters when it's dark.
I was just thinking about it today. Life isn't an American summer cliche, it's harsh and it's brutal. I'm too young to be nostalgic but I'm old enough to know what I have are halcyon days.
The Halcyon is a bird of Greek legend. The ancients believed that the bird made a floating nest in the Aegean Sea and it had the power to calm the waves while brooding her eggs. The belief in the birds power to calm the sea originated in a beautiful myth recorded by Ovid.
The story goes that Aeolus, the ruler of the winds, had a daughter named Alcyone who married Ceyx, the king of Thessaly. Ceyx was drowned at sea and Alcyone threw herself into the waves in a fit of grief. Instead of drowning, she was transformed into a bird and the wind carried her to her husband.
Today, halcyon days leans more towards nostalgia and the recalling of the seemingly endless sunny days of youth, but the original halcyon days were in the depth of winter.
The depths of winter. Those are the real halcyon days. That's when it gets the darkest and the coldest. But peace is drinking tea with your best friend when it's cold and happiness is being surrounded by friends with lighters when it's dark.
I was just thinking about it today. Life isn't an American summer cliche, it's harsh and it's brutal. I'm too young to be nostalgic but I'm old enough to know what I have are halcyon days.
Friday, 1 November 2013
Fickle
"Characterised by erratic changeableness or instability, especially with regard to affections or attachments."
I also have a music blog, I write reviews and just put music that I love on there. I had a look at it today and I didn't want to listen to anything on it. Not because I had changed my mind about the music I supposedly love, I still think all of it is incredible, but rather I convince myself that there is something better to listen to, somewhere.
I'm fickle, in every aspect of my life and I think I always will be.
I met a guy recently and I thought I liked him. I really think I did but I convinced myself that there is someone better, somewhere.
That scares me. I'd rather be alone. I'd rather listen to nothing. All because I want better.
What if what you have IS better? The best? And you walk away or you don't listen because "there must be something better."
Aren't you scared of walking alone in silence?
I am.
I also have a music blog, I write reviews and just put music that I love on there. I had a look at it today and I didn't want to listen to anything on it. Not because I had changed my mind about the music I supposedly love, I still think all of it is incredible, but rather I convince myself that there is something better to listen to, somewhere.
I'm fickle, in every aspect of my life and I think I always will be.
I met a guy recently and I thought I liked him. I really think I did but I convinced myself that there is someone better, somewhere.
That scares me. I'd rather be alone. I'd rather listen to nothing. All because I want better.
What if what you have IS better? The best? And you walk away or you don't listen because "there must be something better."
Aren't you scared of walking alone in silence?
I am.
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Need it
"All the while as I traced her spine. You tore up my head, through my peace of mind."
I can't get this song out of my head. Ironically, it's about not being able to get someone out of your head.
Your mind is a funny thing isn't it? It plays tricks on you, doesn't it?
I had a conversation, in the early hours of the morning, with a friend about how she can't bring herself to let go. She needs him in her life, even if she knows that it's not good for her.
That's the thing. People leave their mark. Sometimes it's just a smudge that someone can just rub off, the way your mom did when you were a kid.
Sometimes, they scar and no matter how hard you scrub, it doesn't wash away.
It may fade, but it's there and some days it's shows more than you'd like it to, but it's a good thing.
Without that scar, you might forget. Forgetting means letting go of a piece of yourself. No matter how scarred that piece is, you need it.
I can't get this song out of my head. Ironically, it's about not being able to get someone out of your head.
Your mind is a funny thing isn't it? It plays tricks on you, doesn't it?
I had a conversation, in the early hours of the morning, with a friend about how she can't bring herself to let go. She needs him in her life, even if she knows that it's not good for her.
That's the thing. People leave their mark. Sometimes it's just a smudge that someone can just rub off, the way your mom did when you were a kid.
Sometimes, they scar and no matter how hard you scrub, it doesn't wash away.
It may fade, but it's there and some days it's shows more than you'd like it to, but it's a good thing.
Without that scar, you might forget. Forgetting means letting go of a piece of yourself. No matter how scarred that piece is, you need it.
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