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Emilie Autumn and Billy Corgan. Together. (notlikethatbutomgwow!)...SQUEE!
Ahem. Now that I've got that little bit of fangirling out of the way...
{BUT THAT IS JUST SO COOL!!}
AHEM SELF, AHEM!
Aaaanyway, I'm gone from LJ for two days- two days- and when I come back I have to go back three pages on my flist to catch up. This is Bad. I mean, nice to have stuff to read and all but that's insane! What happens when I'm netless in NZ for long periods of time? *flail*
Went to stay over at Rosie's place for the night- she was having a get together over there with a few of her uni pals and Laura and I. So we sat around and listened to some really bad music. (Although, she didn't play Shannon Noll so it was above standard for Rosie.) We ended up spending most of the night sitting outside and watching for satellites and toasting marshmallows. And me drinking my little girly drinks. (Which I got rather mocked for. But I like floofy girly drinks! And, bwaha, they have more alcohol in them than beer so take that certain people!) but, of course, I had to prove how good I was by chugging down a bottle of beer. Why? Because...I'm not completely sure. But it was gross. I reallyreally hate the taste of beer. I’m fairly sure I drunk it because Rosie and Laura said I wouldn’t. So, of course, I had to.
…
Sometimes I think I do too much just because people say I won’t.
Laura and I had made jello shots to take with us but didn’t plan ahead well enough to have them set on time. So this morning when we came back to my place we tried them… oh dear lord they were scary. I sort of got the mixture wrong and used twice as much vodka as I went meant to. So eating them went something like ‘mmmm jelly! Jelly is- omgitburnsus!’
Hey girls? You gonna try and get me drunk when I’m over there? Cause I’m up for that. One day we must seriously try and do it. It’s like a science experiment. I think I may have been tipsy last night; my legs were the tiniest bit woobly (four vodkas and a beer). But…yeah. I still retain my dad’s ‘Drunk? What Is This Drunk You Speak Of?’ genes.
And then today I had the loooovely Family Christmas Barbeque at the beach. Cause, well, it wouldn't be Christmas if I didn't have to talk to a whole bunch of family members that I don't remember and have little cousins drooling on me. Nah, wasn’t so bad really. I was able to wander off and hang around on the beach so it can’t be all bad.
And in other random news: I hate Christmas shopping. So much. I’m failing utterly to find anything good for anyone. *pouts* More searching tomorrow I guess…
Ahem. Now that I've got that little bit of fangirling out of the way...
AHEM SELF, AHEM!
Aaaanyway, I'm gone from LJ for two days- two days- and when I come back I have to go back three pages on my flist to catch up. This is Bad. I mean, nice to have stuff to read and all but that's insane! What happens when I'm netless in NZ for long periods of time? *flail*
Went to stay over at Rosie's place for the night- she was having a get together over there with a few of her uni pals and Laura and I. So we sat around and listened to some really bad music. (Although, she didn't play Shannon Noll so it was above standard for Rosie.) We ended up spending most of the night sitting outside and watching for satellites and toasting marshmallows. And me drinking my little girly drinks. (Which I got rather mocked for. But I like floofy girly drinks! And, bwaha, they have more alcohol in them than beer so take that certain people!) but, of course, I had to prove how good I was by chugging down a bottle of beer. Why? Because...I'm not completely sure. But it was gross. I reallyreally hate the taste of beer. I’m fairly sure I drunk it because Rosie and Laura said I wouldn’t. So, of course, I had to.
…
Sometimes I think I do too much just because people say I won’t.
Laura and I had made jello shots to take with us but didn’t plan ahead well enough to have them set on time. So this morning when we came back to my place we tried them… oh dear lord they were scary. I sort of got the mixture wrong and used twice as much vodka as I went meant to. So eating them went something like ‘mmmm jelly! Jelly is- omgitburnsus!’
Hey girls? You gonna try and get me drunk when I’m over there? Cause I’m up for that. One day we must seriously try and do it. It’s like a science experiment. I think I may have been tipsy last night; my legs were the tiniest bit woobly (four vodkas and a beer). But…yeah. I still retain my dad’s ‘Drunk? What Is This Drunk You Speak Of?’ genes.
And then today I had the loooovely Family Christmas Barbeque at the beach. Cause, well, it wouldn't be Christmas if I didn't have to talk to a whole bunch of family members that I don't remember and have little cousins drooling on me. Nah, wasn’t so bad really. I was able to wander off and hang around on the beach so it can’t be all bad.
And in other random news: I hate Christmas shopping. So much. I’m failing utterly to find anything good for anyone. *pouts* More searching tomorrow I guess…
