the afternoon after

it took

- 3 shots of vodka
- 4 pints of snakebite
- 1 vodka orange
- 1 bloody mary (ugh. disgusting)
- a condom full of baileys
- and 1/4 of some brown thing in a pitcher
(and maybe some more, i can't remember)

to get me initiated. and very, very sick.

i feel so sheepish now. it's unfortunate that i have such a good memory. oh gosh i felt so ill, puked so much into the trashbag, in public. i fell in a toilet cubicle and knocked my knee, so it's pretty bruised now. mer and sar had to hoist me back home from the union. i don't know how everyone else managed to remain standing - it's down to simple biological differences i guess. haha.

hope em is fine - she downed everything i did, and much more (like 4 shots of vodka at a go; to quote steph, "paint remover").

fell (ok, helped) into bed at 11pm, dozed off straight away (with camouflage paint still on my face). was awoken at 4am by als blasting music in the kitchen downstairs - stumbled out of bed looking like the swamp thing, staggered downstairs and told them to turn it down. went back to bed but had difficulty falling asleep again. woke up 20 minutes before lecture with a headache and thought, ah well, sod it, can't go looking like this anyway. spent the rest of the morning recovering.

i'm thankful that i was well looked-after throughout the entire ordeal (thanks mer, sar, emi ["why would you tell your dad?"], shere ["i've got you!"], soph ["you all right there, mate?"] and anyone else i can't remember), but this is so bad. i'm not touching anymore alcohol for awhile.