Not cool, Holly, not cool.

Okay, so having plundered new lows in alcoholism, I am off the source.

Not permanently, obviously, just for the mean time.

Woke up with:

A) Hangover

B) Black eye 

C) Bashed/bruised head

D) Complete lack of dignity

E) Broken bracelet ¬_¬

Got absolutely WASTED, and appaz hit my eye on a bedpost?

Ha, I'm sobering up.  Hmm, need another drink.

I'm not drunk.

I'm really not drunk.

Hmm, I'm just a bit tipsy.

BAM

Woahh, BLeurgh, am drunk.

Can't walk.

My neighbour thought it would be funny to sing the Rocky Theme at me whilst I walked down the road.  ¬_¬

Emo outbursts, excessive drinking, screaming, crying and throwing up really aren't impressive, esp. when you barely know the people.

My GOD, never again.  Black eye is pretty horrendous too.  I almost resemble a battered wife.

"Okay so why do I have a black eye!?"

"It's not... it's just makeup I think, try and rub it off.."

"IT'S NOT COMING OFF!?!?!"

Blue is the new black dahhhling, the battered house wife look is hot this season, you too can reach this level of chic; I'll start a trend.  Soon all the girls of East London can black their eyes to look like me.

Could be worse.

My Colombian mate:

"So... I've thrown up on maself on the bus, THREE times this summer, on different occasions.  This one time the woman tutted, I turn around with vomit on ma face and I'm like WHAT?"

OKAY yalla moving on.

Been out every night this week :)

First lecture today.

Global economics of international development.

DOESN'T THAT SOUND FUN?

Lecture tomorow at 9am; even bettah!  Only have to rise at 7am, which is incidentally less than 5 hours away from here.

Joy.