Yay for Liberation Day yesterday!
OK, so I should have spent this entire weekend re-leaning how to speak Italian, creating a French presentation, all that kind of stuff... and instead I spent it getting drunk with a bunch of people from Guernsey, while my ex-boyfriend spent it inbetween the inflatable camping mat on the floor and, um, my bed.
NO I didn't sleep with Ben.
Well, I did. But sleeping was all that went on. Mostly. I suppose the Americans would call it 'making out', but it might as well have never happened, it's not like we're a couple or anything... we're just very good friends.
Anyway, Liberation Day itself was really good. A few of us went up to Jo's house in Newcastle, where we ate Guernsey food and drank a fair bit - including the rather strong Guernsey Rocquettes Cider, which is rather good... then we went to the Spybar and drank some more. Then at this point S decided she wanted to go back to Durham because she was feeling weird, with Jo and her Newcastle friends, so me, S, Ben and L got a taxi back and joined F, G, E and M at Revolver. Where I drank more. Double Midori and lemonade is an awesome drink.
Ben had never seen me drunk before - he was a bit shocked, and stayed firmly on the camping mat all night out of fear. I can't actually remember getting home, but I'm pretty sure we had chips. I also have vague memories of going online on my phone, god knows what I was doing... I left a rather strange message on Twitter, that's for sure.
So, Ben is now gone, and I'm supposed to be revising for Italian. I would so much rather not, but I do have an oral exam TOMORROW MORNING. I may be a little bit screwed for that. Thank god the examiner I have is lovely, she's taught me all year and I'm hoping she'll be nice when I inevitably screw up. The old Italian Wine presentation is being dug up and dusted down, though unfortunately I can't take actual samples to the exam... damn. I might be sampling some beforehand though, would probably make the whole experience that bit better!
Hmm, I also need to do about 4000 dishes and dry and straighten my hair. Maybe I'll do that now, then stick my nose to the grindstone all night for Italian. It's tempting to pull an all-nighter, but I'll just have to have a few hours sleep or else I'll end up napping tomorrow afternoon when I'm meant to be learning French. Gah. This is not going to be a fun week.
Altogether now:
"Sarnia Cherie, gem of the sea, home of my childhood my heart aches for thee..."
Misty x