Ouch that hurt
Well, haven't blogged for a while, due to first exams, then heat and drunkness. Plus the Peace festival meaning I wasn't at home a lot.
Exams finished friday
Thermal/Optics-buggered up both
Global Geo-Pretty good, GCSE geography with a couple of equations
EM Theory-A lot nicer than it could have been. still didn't do brilliantly
Galaxies-:D Apart from long waffly questions, a brilliant paper.
Friday afternoon-drink in piazza
Friday evening-drink in park
morning afternoon- drinking in park…..
I think you see the pattern.
Then last night went to Blackout at Mirage. I've yet to go to Mirage sober, and last night was no exception. I was absolutely trashed, which is never a pretty sight, especially when my request for RATM-Sleep Now In The Fire was eventually played. However, my drunken state did lead me to discover one important truth.
Just why I'm so bad at chatting people up.
I've always been crap at it, the cheesy lines, the veiled sidelong glances, the thinly masked come-ons and the drunken fumbles, I just can't be bothered with it all so tend not to bother. My inebriated state last night led me to discover why.
It's a survival tactic for the brain to stop it being removed by the nearest large object, and my brain's quite good at it.
Last night, saw a girl who I asked out earlier this year and was vaguely turned down as she had too much work. Discovered that Bernie was good friends with her housemate.
So, in a club, prime opportunity to chat & get to know her better, neither of us have work, even have a fair reason to be hanging around. Only one problem, I'm blind drunk and won't make the slightest bit of sense. So my brain decides it won't even attempt to come up with conversation starters and searches for an excuse to get my body moving in some semblance of a direction. Unfortunately this was the direction of the bar, which only made the problem worse in a nice vicious cycle.
It's tactic worked though, I didn't make an absolute fool of myself in a directed way* and so didn't want to actually punish the brain. Until it took me an hour and a half before I could manage to stumble to coffee this morning.
*Apologies to anyone I've made a fool of myself in front of in a non-directed way lately, I've been a little drunk.