ALCOHOL & THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

Hello Internet people!

So i've been wondering - is it just me or does your taste in music change once you're drunk?

I was drinking a couple of weeks ago (okay every day; i drink every day) and when i realised that the alcohol had hit me, i noticed that the music channels on my TV were becoming less annoying and they were playing more and more fun songs to have a little chair dance to (don't lie, i know you all do it). the thing is, the music hadn't changed, it was the same old rubbish they've been playing on repeat for the last 2 hours but i no longer hated it, in fact i wanted to turn it up. It doesn't only happen at home, but also in clubs, where i somehow know the lyrics for a song i've only ever heard once and i'm dancing and screaming 'I love this song!'. Unfortunately i have learnt that the after effect of this is having some one direction song in my head for the whole of the next day, making me want to kill myself.

This brings me on to the biggest burden i carry, and if any of you went to university with me, you know that it's the painfully ridiculous truth. when i say i get annoyed by having a pop song in my head for a day, i mean it, but i take it sometimes as a relief, as i have had one song stuck in my head for about 3 years. the song isnt even relatively modern or even a song to say i particularly like, but in fact it's Europe's 'The Final Countdown'. I
know it sounds made up, but it really isn't - that song is like a poison in my mind and i just can't seem to shake it. Next time you hear that song, think of me and pray it doesn't stick with you too.

STUPIDITY...

Hello Internet people!

Okay, so i've been avoiding writing a new entry for a while because i kept telling myself i had nothing to write about. The thing is, i think it may have been more that i was too scared to put anything else on here, scared that i'll end up ridiculed for wasting my time on a blog. Here's me, sat on twitter, too scared to write something and share it, seeing all you wonderful people tweeting literally the most random things that come to your head, when i realise that i've been tweeting so many things i could write about. The best part is that people favourite my tweets, so clearly i have nothing to fear because all this time i have been sharing, and all this time i haven't been ridiculed.

So here i am, sat in the middle of the night writing this post, so that you all know i'm not giving in, and hopefully you all take from this the fact that we can do anything as long as we don't let clouded judgement impair your vision of what you want to do.

From now on, i promise to put more effort into this blog because after all, i love writing for it! i hope you enjoy reading :)

EMBARASSING TIMES I'VE THROWN UP

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So basically, i was watching Tyler Oakley and the Beautiful Louise from sprinkleofglitter on YouTube doing their video on times they've 'pooped' their pants, so i thought i'd do something similar, but i've shat myself way too many times... I'm kidding (not kidding). So instead, i thought i'd write about something that anyone who like to drink can relate to - throwing up after getting too drunk.

Right, well i thought i'd start with one that's pretty recent (there are too many times that are recent - what is wrong with me?). A couple of weeks ago, i went out for a night out with a few people i haven't seen in a very long time. i ended up going to this club that i'd never been to before and it was pretty dead inside, so i just drank until i no longer cared. I got incredibly drunk, and when an old friend of mine turns up with a few friends and says 'let's go back to mine', i didn't go home like i probably should have done, and i went back with them. we were chatting in the garden at her house when i realised i was that drunk that i hadn't understood or listened to any of the conversation - all i was thinking of was where can i throw up without them noticing. eventually everyone started going inside so i said that i was going to meet them in there because i wanted to call someone, which was complete bullshit. the second they went in, i started to look for a discreet place to throw up in her garden, and when i tried to get up, it just all came out. The worst thing was, it went all over my new shoes, and all over her garden chair - classy, i know. her, my best friend and her mates saw it happen and they started filming me. i hate my life.

Unfortunately, another time that was worse than then was also pretty recently, it happened when i was at uni, and we were just about to go for a night out. We had ordered a mini bus and i was sat on my own in the back of it when i started to do the drunken head roll, when your head feels that heavy that you can't keep it up. at this point i knew i was about to spew up, but luckily we got to the venue before i did. when we were walking from where the taxi dropped up off to the line to get in, i stopped and told them all i was just tying my laces (they must have been pretty drunk because i was wearing Chelsea boots at the time). so, i was kneeling there, waiting to throw up when a girl walks up to me and asks if I'm alright. i spend a second before replying to answer because i was trying to hold back my sick so i could answer, and i say 'yeah, i'm...' and before i can say fine, i throw up on her. knee down she was covered. the most embarrassing thing is, instead of apologising to her, i ran the fuck away. i hid for a few minutes as i watched her clean off the sick with a bottle of water and get into a taxi home, crying. i felt awful morally, but i felt less sick, so i went into the club and carried on my night - yes, i am that heartless.

So i hope you enjoyed reading guys, and i'm so sorry if you read this, sick girl! I did say i'm not scared to tell the truth! and mum, if you read this, i'm not even sorry for posting this!