booze is a men's thing. keep girls away!

well, a lot of things to cover

i'll start briefly with news (or should i say 'olds') of the previous week:
i had to write two essays due to that week. the final submission of the bs1 essay was on tuesday, and for the one in economics - thursday. i did write the first one much in advance, but i left the second essay for the very last moment. so i spent whole tuesday browsing through numerous articles from the economist and financial times. i got down to writing it on wednesday noon and finished by the evening that day. i wasn't satisfied with what i got, but what more could i expect? the essay topics were released early in january and i started to think about it merely two days before the submission. i'll try to work harder next time...

once i finished my 'studying week' on thursday [yes! to those who don't know: i have fridays off!!! ;-P i understand if you're jealous now], it was high time to unwind and get a wee bit off my face. it all began with a pre-party in the carol's flat where everyone sank a few bevvies. after that we went to stereo. i dare say it was the first time i went there, even though i was there in the freshers' week. but i don't remember much of that september night (after all, who remembers much of the freshers' week?! everybody was drunk all the time then, or at least most of it). anyway, they had good promotions in stereo, so i had a couple of drinks. generally, i had a really good time. well, until i woke up in the morning the next day.

friday morning was disasterous. hang-over, hang-over, hang-over ... etc. i ate a sandwich and went to bed. woke up again around 3-ish in the afternoon, still having a slight head-ache. fortunately, since every one was pretty much at the same state of their bodies and minds, we found a good solution to that problem. we decided to go outdoors and play football at our secret pitch. it began raining but we didn't mind. we were playing for two hours in the pouring scottish rain, which washed away our 'i feel sick' feelings definitively.

saturday - big cheese in potterrow, as usually. standing more than half an hour in a queue we could at least observe a lunear eclipse. it was beautiful! i can't say i had a good time in potterrow, simply because i had to leave quite early. someone, kind of accidentally, spilled a glass of orange juice on my white shirt. to me it meant only one thing - the party was over.

sunday - chill out.

what about this week? it's our unwritten tradition that every monday many people from darroch court go to the globe to challenge their minds in a pop-quiz. yesterday, i was in a team of two girls (alice and carol) and five lads (ed, steven, ewan, liam and me). our team name was "greg's a socialist and phil a sexual deviant" (no offence, guys!). i don't know how we did it but we did it. we won the quiz and received a voucher worth 50 quids. we wanted to exchange it for a case of beer and a bottle of vodka. girls (the female part of the team) volounteered to go to a bar and ask for our prize. and then it happened. our most dreadful dreams came true. you're never gonna believe it, but, yeah, what they actually brought was a big case of vk apple drink (24 btls) and two small cases of beer (8 btls in each). omg-wtf?!!! how come? it was supposed to be vodka and beer! then girls explained politely that they were part of the team and they didn't like beer. huh? ok, i can understand it, but why exchange in that proportion? it could've been 16 vk's against 24 beers. oh, damn! i took it as a lesson for the future: never ever let any girl choose a prize you've been awarded in a pop-quiz. booze is a men's thing. so keep girls away of it!