what an alcohol filled weekend. and vodka too, not just my usual red wine. the slight vodka hangover, and feeling in my gut the next day is definately different to red wine hangovers. and i'm definatley leaning towards worse. i should give myself another 6 day detox.
rach and i went to our gym's xmas party on friday nite.... $2 spirits! *runs around in circles,squealing with arms flailing* wheeeeee! i love cheap drinks so much. Mini Vin wasn't there (this spunky beefy guy who looks like a mini vin diesel- only much better in my opinion. i dont think vin diesel is hot at all). but there were a few other cute guys who we talked to/came and talked to us. and a guy with rad tats, and he had an accent! i got tired pretty quickly after a really late night thursday nite (i blame steve and too much wine), and i made rach leave even tho she wanted to stay and flirt more with pink shirt boy. i'm sure she thanked me in the morning when she had to work at 6am (riiiiight?)
saturday was pretty crap, i felt a bit shite, and wanted to clean the place before this girl, claire came over to see the place and meet me (potential new flatmate). i spent the whole day tidying and cleaning while steve and nony watched me. finally the place looked kinda acceptible and i could relax.. kinda. i felt really nervous meeting her, what would she be like? would she like me? would she like the place? i was nervous that she wouldn't like the apartment, and would feel like it was a bad reflection on me. wtf? i mean its not like i own the place- i'm not responsible for the daggy carpet in the upstairs bedrooms, or for the fact that the second bedroom is alot smaller than the main bedroom. i dont understand WHY they build apartments/units like that. why must one room always be so much bigger than the other? my bedroom is bigger and has the ensuite, while the other bedroom will just hold a queensize bed and a small bedside table.... i dont get it, it would make way more sense to make the rooms equal size. considering who mostly lives in inner-city apartments - young, professionals, usually doing a sharehouse thing. fair enough if i was sharing with a midget... but come on, how likely is that?
anyway, she comes over and i show her around the place. yes the bedroom size is a little crappy, but she has a car and would be getting the secure car spot so i guess its not too bad a deal, considering how cheap the rent is for where we are.
its a little awkwards coz steve and nony are sitting around.... 'hi here is the girl who might be moving in when you are both gone'.... so we head over to the pub after the quick tour. we had a drink and sat and talked for about 45 mins or so. she was really lovely, and i said to her that if she wanted the room she could have it.
oh god, i'm SOOO not telling any of my new flatmates about my site, so i can talk about them and not worry about them reading it. wheeeee! anyway she was going to check about public transport to her work (she's only been in brisbane for 8 months- originally from new zealand, she's been over in the states for the past 4 years or so). i really hope i hear back from her....
our work's xmas party is this friday and i'm sooooo looking forward to it. i totally want to wear something stupid to the party, half dress up. just coz i can and its fun and any excuse is a good excuse to dress up :Pam thinking of pulling out the bright coloured knee high socks (since its at Strike Bowling, i thought.... hmmm what will go well with bowling shoes?!)
got an email from Axel (team-plastique) the other day, and i realized how much i miss him and his girls, and going out with them, getting dressed up in crazy clothes and not giving a fuck. their gigs were always an excuse to get dressed up. i miss the costume box rach and i used to have. that was so much fun. but nooo i can't keep hoarding clothes just in case i get the urge to dress up. hopefully heather and i will go to the markets again this sunday, and we can sell a bunch of our stuff. i definately would appreciate the extra cash in time for xmas. i haven't bought anything for anyone yet. i ran around today at lunch looking for my secret santa gift, and i think i found something good for him/her, tho its going to end up way more than the $20 that was suggested.
mmm mondays are depressing.... bring on tuesday.
rach and i went to our gym's xmas party on friday nite.... $2 spirits! *runs around in circles,squealing with arms flailing* wheeeeee! i love cheap drinks so much. Mini Vin wasn't there (this spunky beefy guy who looks like a mini vin diesel- only much better in my opinion. i dont think vin diesel is hot at all). but there were a few other cute guys who we talked to/came and talked to us. and a guy with rad tats, and he had an accent! i got tired pretty quickly after a really late night thursday nite (i blame steve and too much wine), and i made rach leave even tho she wanted to stay and flirt more with pink shirt boy. i'm sure she thanked me in the morning when she had to work at 6am (riiiiight?)
saturday was pretty crap, i felt a bit shite, and wanted to clean the place before this girl, claire came over to see the place and meet me (potential new flatmate). i spent the whole day tidying and cleaning while steve and nony watched me. finally the place looked kinda acceptible and i could relax.. kinda. i felt really nervous meeting her, what would she be like? would she like me? would she like the place? i was nervous that she wouldn't like the apartment, and would feel like it was a bad reflection on me. wtf? i mean its not like i own the place- i'm not responsible for the daggy carpet in the upstairs bedrooms, or for the fact that the second bedroom is alot smaller than the main bedroom. i dont understand WHY they build apartments/units like that. why must one room always be so much bigger than the other? my bedroom is bigger and has the ensuite, while the other bedroom will just hold a queensize bed and a small bedside table.... i dont get it, it would make way more sense to make the rooms equal size. considering who mostly lives in inner-city apartments - young, professionals, usually doing a sharehouse thing. fair enough if i was sharing with a midget... but come on, how likely is that?
anyway, she comes over and i show her around the place. yes the bedroom size is a little crappy, but she has a car and would be getting the secure car spot so i guess its not too bad a deal, considering how cheap the rent is for where we are.
its a little awkwards coz steve and nony are sitting around.... 'hi here is the girl who might be moving in when you are both gone'.... so we head over to the pub after the quick tour. we had a drink and sat and talked for about 45 mins or so. she was really lovely, and i said to her that if she wanted the room she could have it.
oh god, i'm SOOO not telling any of my new flatmates about my site, so i can talk about them and not worry about them reading it. wheeeee! anyway she was going to check about public transport to her work (she's only been in brisbane for 8 months- originally from new zealand, she's been over in the states for the past 4 years or so). i really hope i hear back from her....
our work's xmas party is this friday and i'm sooooo looking forward to it. i totally want to wear something stupid to the party, half dress up. just coz i can and its fun and any excuse is a good excuse to dress up :Pam thinking of pulling out the bright coloured knee high socks (since its at Strike Bowling, i thought.... hmmm what will go well with bowling shoes?!)
got an email from Axel (team-plastique) the other day, and i realized how much i miss him and his girls, and going out with them, getting dressed up in crazy clothes and not giving a fuck. their gigs were always an excuse to get dressed up. i miss the costume box rach and i used to have. that was so much fun. but nooo i can't keep hoarding clothes just in case i get the urge to dress up. hopefully heather and i will go to the markets again this sunday, and we can sell a bunch of our stuff. i definately would appreciate the extra cash in time for xmas. i haven't bought anything for anyone yet. i ran around today at lunch looking for my secret santa gift, and i think i found something good for him/her, tho its going to end up way more than the $20 that was suggested.
mmm mondays are depressing.... bring on tuesday.
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