...and suffer badly with a hangover as a result. I've never had a hangover with quite so much nausea before- feeling queasy whilst drunk, yes; feeling queasy at noon the next day? Never. And I must say, I don't care for it.

Work yesterday was very odd- at one point we had 11 people in. We've got new deals on at the moment, which people insist on buying, and at points we came perilously close to running out of rice. I was a little concerned as well when, with half an hour of my shift left, the boss turned to me and asked, "How long would it take you to make 60 pizzas?". The only correct answer to that question being, of course, "Longer than half an hour."

Night out was great, though, if a little fuzzy around the edges. I seem to recall listening to a radio show about George Bernard Shaw on the way home and being incredibly tickled, and apparently Suze and I made plans to meet at 10am today for a glass of wine, which I totally don't remember (and which didn't come to fruition).

And apparently we have a flatmate, whose name is Lisa. She's in her early thirties and is working, which worries me a little, but what the hey! At least she's someone...and she probably won't murder us in our sleep...

Current Location: The bedroom of ultimate nausea
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: The sound of my computer whining

Okay, I may have abandoned my journal a tad. Chalk it up to too much work. But, my, a lot has changed since last I posted here:

--For a start, it's 2007! First post of the new year!

--Christina and Nathan have finally broken up. Huzzah! And now we're looking for a new flatmate, because he's moving out...

--I can happily say that I passed all of my last exams- yes, even EC- and am now waiting for the return of my latest set of exam results, of which I don't hold such hopes of passing. Because- Taxation, people. They didn't even really give me a chance.

--I am back at work, and we have a new boss, who is- shocker!- competent. Yes, that's right, now we're actually told when we're working more than 12 hours before the shift starts! We are paid correctly, uniform requests are actually followed through to some extent, and we no longer have 12 people working the dead afternoon shifts and 3 folk rushed off their (and by their, I of course mean my) feet between 5 and 9! It's a minor miracle.

--And in an element of change and then re-change, Param (aka the Most Annoying Person on the Planet) was fired, and then re-hired. This makes me mad.

Erm..any other changes? I'm blonder now? I bought a new mobile? I've finally seen the Barenaked Ladies live (it was AWESOME, by the way, thanks for asking)?

Lots of things, I guess. I'm sure more will come to me during my long stretch of boredom this afternoon.

Current Location: On the wobbliest chair in the world
Current Mood: dirty
Current Music: Snow Patrol "You Could Be Happy"

I've been LJ-negligent over the past few days- put it down to a temporary cure for procrastination, I guess...but the flatmates are killing one another again in the most over-the-top, melodramatic way possible. Yay. I know I say it often, but I do so love living with a couple. The screaming, shoving, hysterics never get old. I thought I'd never be a latch-key kid: who knew?

Was supposed to make dinner tonight for the whole flat but I'm not sure I'll be doing that now, which is a shame cause I really fancie a nice pasta with marscapone sauce. Maybe tomorrow, when they're a little less insane and emotionally wrought.

In other news, my Evidence exam didn't go nearly as badly as it could have. However, it did possess a slightly eery quality, as though it was almost too simple for it's own good...I kept waiting for the Eureka moment five minutes from the end where I'd suddenly realise what I'd missed, but it never came, so let's just all cross our fingers and hope it was a spot of good luck, 'kay?

And whilst we have our fingers cross, could we pray for the Gods of EC Law to be swift and merciful when they crush me on Thursday?

Thanks.

Current Location: In a mini-fridge, apparently...
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Halfway Home by Nerina Pallot

I want to go to the gym.

I know. Take a second to digest that. 

This exam stuff is really getting to me. I've already fucked up one so far, and I've got two more to go, neither of which I'm particularly confident about my ability to pass. So I'd like nothing more than a big, old, destressing gym session. But, no. I must study...

The stress is getting to everyone, I think: the flatmates had another HUGE argument last night, no doubt over something stupid, and Nathan shoved Christina out into the hallway. Huzzah for physical violence!

Oh, did I forget to mention this? We have a rat. I am officially disgusted.

I really, really want to go home, even if that does mean I'll be working at ASDA again...

Current Mood: exhausted

First exam tomorrow. You know the drill.

I'm going to go panic/throw up/freak out...

Current Mood: scared

..forward to my overdraft, that is! Ugh, why does Christmas have to be so damn expensive? And why am I so weak that I can't stop buying myself presents? Like this new shirt I'm wearing. And the new earrings. And the lipgloss, mascara, nailpolish, other nailpolish, lip salve...not to mention the sweets and the bottle of wine for tonight.

Fuck it. It's the festive season. I've earned it. And I'm almost done with Christmas shopping. Yay me!

Yes, that's right, ladies and gents. I am at the library. On a Saturday. Which may not be a big deal for those of you who actually work semi-hard/don't own your own computer, but for me? It's about as expected as sprouting wings and flying to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I'm considering it to be atonement for drinking that whole bottle of wine last night and then sleeping for 12 hours straight. I notice I posted here last night, which I completely don't remember, so I must have been fairly drunk, yet I notice my spelling and grammer is more or less perfect.

I'm learning a lot about myself today.

Current Location: The library
Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: Here It Goes Again- OK Go

Ugh. I think I'm getting an ulcer. I spent way too long, and yet somehow not long enough, studying today, and it finally hit me how close exams actually are. Like, really really close. Seriously.

And then Chris has the nerve to complain about getting a C for an essay. I'm grateful for a C, dude. Don't bitch about grades. It only makes people want to hurt you. And hey! Maybe you got an average grade because, guess what? Your essay was average.

I am not a nice drunk at all. I'm gonna go pass out.

Current Mood: drunk

That's right, our new fridge arrived today. I learnt this via a rather passive-aggresive text from my dear flatmate, Christina, who returned home this morning after dissapearing last night without telling me to the home of my old school-friend/ex-friend/reconciled friend, Jenna. Of course, since Jenna is Christina's new BFF, she was pretty easy to trace, and she returned home today less shouty and rather more sulky.

Although perhaps I'm being a bit pot-kettle-black. I must confess to having had my own little hissyfit moment today after taking offence at the actions of two of my associates, Becca (aka Boss Lady) and Lily. I am ashamed to say that I acted in what Suzie refers to as "a Classic Ally bitch-attack", which basically consists of staring sullenly into space in silence, occasionally punctuated with a few hard-done-by sighs, and snapping "I'm fine," when anyone enquires as to my well-being. Such a mood cannot be resolved, as any reaction, including just ignoring me, will only make me madder and generally fuel my rage. The only cure is time; in this case, about 20-30 minuted worth of lecture sufficed before I returned to the world of rational, non-sulky people. 

Ah, confession realy is good for the soul. And now, I'm off to consume some refrigeratable goods.

Current Location: Between a cup of tea and my lecture notes
Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Winter, by Joshua Radin

So, I'm sitting here, and my darling flatmates Christina and Nathan are having a screaming match down the hall, which I can hear every word of. Christina has her Pyscho!Bitch hat on at the moment, and is apparently angry at the Other Half becuase- wait for it- he got a higher grade than her on an English paper, and apprently "he didn't earn it". Wonderful. Such a rational argument!

Invested money in a lot of hairspray and anti-frizz serum as artillary in my ongoing battle against my hair. So far it's working, but then I only washed my hair 20 minutes ago and I haven't left the house yet, so that's not saying much. Time will tell...

Just heard the bedroom doors slam, which means I can sneak out to grab some rations before the yelling starts again. Marvellous.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Nope, just the yelling...