Firstly, I'm going to whinge. Get it out of the way, and on to the good stuff...
Why the Hell is it National Drunk Blogging Day? How about International? Or has the blog community become a nation of itself?
7:48pm
So, I'm attacking this thing with a plan. I've already had four post-work beers at the pub and still haven't won a friday raffle tray (there were only about fifteen people there yet I still couldn't win one). I'm about to have some tea so I'm not too sick tomorrow. Then I'm going to drink steadily and come back to write whatever I think of and I'm not going to post until I feel I need to sleep. Ha.
8:17pm
It starts like this:
And then progresses to this:
Found at Damn Cool Pics, which has some shit days for pics but mostly has really clever things going on.
8:45pm
I like this font. Just for the numbers. See how the bottom of the four and five are in line with the stem of the p? Cute.
Anyway. Found these q's at Who Said Life Wasn't Funny?
1. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? Open mostly.
2. What was the weather like on your graduation day? I was hung over.
3. What kind of winter coat do you own? I like the ones with fleece around the collar.
4. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? At Friday Night beers last week. Does ten count as a large group?
5. Where do you keep your change? In a stubbie cooler. It gets sifted through until no gold coins exist and the thing is near full before I cash it in somewhere.
6. Describe your keychains? I have a clip on promo beer keychain with four house keys and two car keys. They are all necessary. I rationalised my keychain some months ago from this hulking thing with spare keys for in-laws house and cars and remnants of keys to about four other share houses to today's slimline edition. I feel liberated.
7. What is your favorite flavor of jelly? It's not fucking jelly! Jam! Anything dark berry is good.
8. Some things you are excited about? Tragic. Drinking with friends.
9. Do you re-use towels after you shower? Hell yes! My house isn't a hotel!
10. Have you ever been in a planetarium? Once. It was in primary school and I wish I hadn't wasted the experience buggerising about with my mates and not listening.
11. Have you ever received one of those big tins with three kinds of popcorn? No. Don't want to, either.
12. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? In some ways, yes. I like the wild feeling that it has but as soon as I try to make it civil I can't even get a comb through it and need a shitload of conditioner to make it healthy again.
13. Any plans for Friday night? I always say I'm going to have a quiet one, but as soon as work is finished there is the lure of beer...
14. What is out your back door?At the moment a huge post-hailstorm cleanup job but it has the potential to be a semi self-sufficient garden. I have plans that way anyway.
15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've ever had? Not exactly a procedure, but having to wear a plate off and on. When you're a forgetful idiot, the time that you do remember to put it in hurt like all hell.
16. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?No. The girl I copied these q's from joked that somtimes she wrote angry letters to god. I'm jealous that I haven't thought to do that.
17. Who did you lose your concert virginity to? Oh pride! The first Homebaked Festival at Byron Bay - before it became a touring festival! It rained all day and there were massive mudfights. We were frozen.
18. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine? Only to a select few, where I try to be funny. I leave messages because I know they won't answer the phone and I try to be funny because I think I already sound like a dickhead on an answering machine, so why not go the whole hog?
19. How many different beverages have you had today? Too many already.
20. Last thing you received in the mail? A Christmas card for a previous tenant, but I opened it anyway.
21. Have you had to take out a loan for school? No. Well, I guess HECS is. Crap.
22. Do you have any famous ancestors? Don't think so!
23. Your prom night? Prom?
24. Do you know all the words to the song on your MySpace profile? I don't have a MySpace [yet?]
25. Are you any good at math? I like to think I am.
26. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Noticing that my 'unbreakable' wine glass - kept for most special occasions, such as blogging drunk - has sprung a leak. It is a slow ooze and I've managed to suck up the excess so far, but I think she be going down on the near future.
26. What were you doing this morning at 8 AM? Having an Oh Fuck! moment getting ready for work.
27. When was the last time you shaved? This morning but it was a rough run-over.
28. Explain what ended your last relationship. Lack of sex among other things.
9:37pm
It's official. If I wasn't before, I am now. Drunk that is. I've been mucking around playing guiatr and some part of mind is saying Vic, that's really shithouse. But the rest is saying 'Woohoo! You rock!'
9:54pm
This is just for the Cap'n. You asked for it...
10:01pm
I've just realised what's not right with tonight. I haven't had a cigarette tonight since coming home. Normally I have one per drink. Fuck, but it's too cold outside.
10:09pm
Another one, a little closer to home:
10:13pm
iTunes random hits:
At the moment I'm listening to the Jackson Five's I Want You Back. I love it! It's all about the bass line in this song. Stuff Michael, I mean he's cute and very talented, but the bass playing is great. It just drives it. And there's the 2/4 bars which absolutely stuffed our drummer when the band sat down to learn it. Maybe that's why I respect this song so much. We never had the chance to master it.
10:42pm
Yes, I'm listening to Pink Floyd now.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
11:17pm
So, down to nitty gritty.
Let's talk about exes. The latest one - she came over to watch movies last night. Our relationship lasted only a couple of weeks and I think that it was only based on alcohol consumption - that we could actually call it a relationship....
So she mentions that a friend she hadn't seen for a while said that I'm nice and we should be together. Cool. What do I say? Yeah, Z. You should never have left. That's not right - I asked her to go because she was an abusive drunk.
How about Z, I miss you but I can't seem to please you in bed.
Let's see if we can change that.
One of my friends watched me playing guitar and said I'm watching your fingers, and you can't be bad in bed.
But Z is just hard to please. We're always drunk, which doesn't help. But she's got more stamina than me which means I just end up falling asleep and she's not there yet. I go off like a rocket straight away because I'm waiting for it...
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She's not right for me but I can't get away.
11:31pm
Wow, this is hard. Typing and drinking just don't mix very well.
11:34pm
I bought some new jeans yesterday. I've gone from being a size 18 about a year and a half ago to being a (close) size 12. These jeans were on sale so I got a couple of different styles. Bt they're just slightly too small for what I am. Just a litle bit more to lose. I spent today feeling like I was pushed into a funnel but that my ass looked great. Sadly the weight loss thing has led to me checking myself out in shop windows. I just look and think wow! You hated yourself before! You're pretty hot! But the confidence boost has been amazing.
11:45pm
I'm making spelling mistakes. I'll never be able to read this post. No regrets, NaDruBloDa. But Oh Hell. I just hope all the rudimentary HTML matches up because at the endof this I won't be able to comprehend it.
12:10am
I hate to admit it, but this is far too hard.
Nighty nights people.
I'm still awake, but on a major UTube run and I don't think I'll come out the other side real well;.\\
I think I feel more free now I've told myself I don't have to [pst
14 comments:
25: Are you any good at math? There are times I make use of my fingers to do the counting, so go figure.
Anyway, your entries get more entertaining as you get drunker. It's quite amusing! :)
Honestly, elizabeth, I've been worse. But I've been a lot better.
Fair comment on Michael Jackson. I don't really know any other Jackson 5 songs - but that one is one of those happy songs that just makes me want to dance like a goof, and leaves me feeling slightly idiotic but in a good mood afterward.
Hope it goes well for you - cheap and fine were words I thought didn't go together when it comes to red wine!
slantedvision, I was making a coffee this morning and realised I wasn't exactly sure of what I wrote toward the end of the posting...
My studio smells like one big ashtray, though. I gave up on the no smoking inside rule. Now I remember clearly why I have that rule.
Those are adorable pictures!
It's National Drunk Blogging Day because I didn't think of International Drunk Blogging Day. Typical American Xenophobe. What can I say.
I do, however, appreciate very much your participation!
Me Darlin' Plucker, how be ye now in th'early hours o' th'dark night?
Very revealin', yer diary. Mayhaps Th' Cap'n will be so sharin' one o' these days. At th'moment, she be in a postin' frenzy.
Why thankyou, hedonistic pleasure seeker - I stole those pics myself...
rootietoot, all is forgiven for the naming thing. Can I still hold you responsible for the bastard headache I have this afternoon, though?
Cap'n, she be the wee hours of the next afternoon here, and a very slow one at that. I feel I should have postponed my frenzy in order to join the mob.
Sometimes things come out when you're drinking that possibly shouldn't have - but that was the point for me with NaDruBloDa. Write it, post it, no regrets.
Cheers,
Vic
You know, I wonder if we thought National (instead of International) for a few reasons
(**puts on mortar board, is distracted by pretty tassle** Wha? Oh...)
1. we ripped of the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and the spin off National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) - both are now INTERnational but it fucks with the nicknames
2. I really didn't think this silly idea would catch on. REally. I figured Rootie and I would get wasted and shoot emails back and forth across the country for a few hours. Tops.
We'll get better. PRomise.
OMG awesome drunkblogging! Especially that last sentence (fragment)... ha... I love the timestamped blow-by-blow. Hope you're not hungover too badly! (like I am)
It's okay, Northern_Girl. I hung onto the idea regardless of the name.
Of course it would catch on! For me it was this great experiment to see how long I could stay coherent for and since it was an experiment I embraced the drunkenness with no guilt at all. Brilliant.
Amber, hope you're feeling better. Nothing a good fry-up shouldn't fix.
I like your rants, too.
Did you guys end up going on to the Clermont Lounge?
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