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clo_againWinter Ball was... was... angsty. Not for me, but for a flatmate. And Flatmate of d00m? Has found my last nerve and snapped it. Nothing will make me be more than civil to her for the rest of the year because when I say leave someone alone, I mean it. I don't mean go behind my back to harass them simply because you're the most f**king nosy brat I've ever met and you think you know better than me about what's going on even though you're drunk and you weren't even there. Yep, that's exactly what I mean.
Seriously. Tonight has left me with a serious desire to break the various bones of a couple of people for being complete and utter wankers/bitches/plain stupid. But K on whose behalf I'd like to go break said people seems to be fairly okayish now, which is the main thing. Gggrr.
I have never wanted to punch a guy so much in my life. Wanker.
*deep breath*
But other than that - or at least the first half of the evening - went ok. Dress was pretty - will post photos when they get developed (though goddamit, I just realised T disappeared with my camera. *sigh* Must remember to get it tomorrow.). Realised about halfway through the evening that all I had to do was lean down at a certain angle for it to became abundantly clear that my bra was AWOL, so spent the rest of the night carefully *not* bending down, not even in front of the cute Scottish guy on the exec who looks a little like Federer and who I am not going to get L (also on the exec) to find out the name of at all. Really. *coff* It was all very Christmassy and not all the music sucked and unlike most of the rest of my flat I did *not* get red wine on my dress. Though there were several close calls.
Now I am exhausted, still a little irritated (though![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liroa15's tennis slash did wonders towards cheering me up ^___^) and I've probably smudged my eyeliner halfway down my face. So I'm going to wash it off, clear a space in the mess that is my bed and get some sleep. I somehow get the feeling tomorrow - well, later today - is going to be a *very* weird day.
Hope you all had slightly less dramatic nights than me,
Clo
Seriously. Tonight has left me with a serious desire to break the various bones of a couple of people for being complete and utter wankers/bitches/plain stupid. But K on whose behalf I'd like to go break said people seems to be fairly okayish now, which is the main thing. Gggrr.
I have never wanted to punch a guy so much in my life. Wanker.
*deep breath*
But other than that - or at least the first half of the evening - went ok. Dress was pretty - will post photos when they get developed (though goddamit, I just realised T disappeared with my camera. *sigh* Must remember to get it tomorrow.). Realised about halfway through the evening that all I had to do was lean down at a certain angle for it to became abundantly clear that my bra was AWOL, so spent the rest of the night carefully *not* bending down, not even in front of the cute Scottish guy on the exec who looks a little like Federer and who I am not going to get L (also on the exec) to find out the name of at all. Really. *coff* It was all very Christmassy and not all the music sucked and unlike most of the rest of my flat I did *not* get red wine on my dress. Though there were several close calls.
Now I am exhausted, still a little irritated (though
liroa15's tennis slash did wonders towards cheering me up ^___^) and I've probably smudged my eyeliner halfway down my face. So I'm going to wash it off, clear a space in the mess that is my bed and get some sleep. I somehow get the feeling tomorrow - well, later today - is going to be a *very* weird day.Hope you all had slightly less dramatic nights than me,
Clo
