The last time I wrote my blog I was preparing for my friend's arrival. I had all these plans which mainly involved drinking and meeting people, but did have the visit to the beach and a trip to the cinema. The beach did not come about largely because the weather was pretty poor. It had been lovely and sunny, for the four days she was here it was grey and cold, and then up until today it has been lovely again. The word that leaps to mind is 'typical'. However I am not entirely sure we would have been productive in this respect even if the weather had been better.
She arrived on the Thursday only slightly later than I had anticipated. She managed to catch the airport bus immediately, but on arrival at the train station she discovered that all the trains had been cancelled due to a fatality on the tracks. This was bad. Not only because she might have to wait around for a long time, but also because I was on my way to the pub thinking I'd have only just over an hour to wait for her, finding out it would be longer and trying not to be drunk when she got there as she would be tired and not too appreciative of this. Fortunately the trains were put back on not much later and although the next train from Swansea wasn't due to leave until half past 10 it left at half 9 and by 10.30 she was in the pub with me and a group of merry people. A couple of drinks turned into many and a late night trip to Tesco to buy beers before arriving at mine and drinking until the early hours of the morning much to the annoyance of my flatmates.
The Friday was probably the only day everything went to plan. We left a little later than intended, but we wandered around town, had an overpriced and not too impressive lunch at the Rose and Crown. Although my friend was working in the kitchen so I did get a smiley face in the salad. We then went back to mine and got ready to go out to the union. The music was poor, but the company was excellent and it was another party at mine afterwards, the best part of the night, until the even earlier, or later I'm not sure how I would phrase that, hours in the morning. That was the first time I drank aftershock. Not the first time I tasted it. Back at a school party I was offered what I think was cinnamon flavoured aftershock and immediately spat it out in the face of whoever gave it to me. However the union was out of tequila and I cannot stand Sambuca and my friend is incredibly persistent when it comes to alcohol or anything that will get us obliterated so it was that or aftershock. I tried mint flavour and loved it. After a few of those the music was still terrible but a bigger party at mine seemed the only option when the union doors closed.
I woke up on Saturday still feeling like the night before. Two nights drinking and extreme sleep deprivation left me feeling completely wired and the more I buzzed the more worried I became of the crash that was to follow. In the shower the night before came back to me in waves. One thing I remembered as our weak shower trickled hot water on me was our decision to get something pierced. Thinking my friend would not be so keen in the light of day I mentioned it to her. The next thing I know an unbelievably hyper me and my sleepy yet chipper pal are sitting in Nobby's Tattoo Parlour; me getting my tragus pierced (the inner ear bit) and her getting her upper ear and the lobe pierced and bleeding a lot. A lot. Mike, the piercer, joked if we'd had a bit to drink last night. An exchanged look and embarrassed and slightly manic laughter ensued. We were meant to go to Swansea and see 'Be Kind Rewind' but by the time we left and then had it done we had missed the train and although it might not have been the best idea (we were hardly in the state to make sensible decisions) we went to the pub.
On Sunday it was a fry up, a film and not very much conversation. Understandably.
On Monday I had a nice new piercing which really didn't hurt at all and the sudden realisation that I have an essay due in next week. Since then I have tried to order myself into doing all the reading I need for the essay and start planning it out and eventually writing it. Along with catching up on my creative work and all the other reading I have to do for my other modules. On top of this our house is falling apart. Our washing machine is bust and although the guy did turn up on Wednesday he said he needed to return with a new pipe and hasn't. So none of us have clean sheets or clothes and it's not nice. The drawers in the kitchen are all falling off along with the freezer doors and yesterday the hob's started clicking like mad for no particular reason. Curiouser and curiouser. I did have a particularly productive day on Wednesday though; paid off the water bill, bought many bits and bobs for our crumbling abode and wrote almost 2,000 words of my story. Despite this it is now Friday and I feel worryingly behind in my essay, the washing machine is still not fixed, I need to write more, my flatmates are going away for the weekend and have left behind a sitting room floor covered in tobacco and roaches, days old dishes by the sink and a general disgruntled feeling. It is also raining. However as soon as I finish this blog I am going to write a schedule. Not only do I enjoy writing them, but they are useful in organising my frazzled life.
I must get a substantial amount of work done before I go out tonight. My hair is still very orange and I bought a sparkly green Collection 2000 eyeliner the other day which is amazing. I love it.
I had to experiment with it and I loved using it underneath the eye with the normal black I do on top. The eyeliner lasts wonderfully as I am not one to be particularly careful with my make-up once it's on. I think it looks best directly on skin as it wouldn't come out as bright over a powder eyeshadow, although might work over a dark creme shadow. This photo is with the flash and the one underneath is without.
The hair colour is over 2 weeks old now and although isn't as vibrant as it was originally it is still brilliantly orange. I have decided to dye it orange again when I need to redo my roots, which won't have to be for another few weeks, so I went on the website beeunique and ordered the 'Napalm' Orange and a 'Limelight' Green for my friend. I was going to go blond after the second time I dyed it orange as although I love having bright coloured hair it is a bit of a hassle redying it when it fades even if it is only once a month. However as soon as I logged on I started thinking about other colours I might want to go. I've been pink many times and purple, but never blue and they have a wide variety of shades. So I bought 'Blue Haired Freak' for when I have done the orange for the second time. It's not going to cause such a stir as the orange did when I was suggesting it to my friends but I am actually more worried about it than the orange. I have also got the piercing bug back again which is worrying as there isn't anything left that I want done except ear stuff and I don't want to weight them down with silver. Must. Control. Myself.
Now I need to quickly write a schedule so I can think about what I'm going to wear tonight!
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