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Jan. 4th, 2002 03:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vyvyanxRead most of Raft until just before 7, when I was supposed to meet A. Went and found him; we walked to APU, where the beer festival was taking place. Drank many nice beers and ciders, including "Blake's Heaven" at 7% :-) Saw two of the organisers who I know; also assorted friends, including Adrian, who used to do my subject when we were undergrads. I once asked him out, and he turned me down. He was sarky and cynical as ever; we bitched at each other ceaselessly and not entirely amicably. Talked to L, who was working at the festival; seemed to determine that she doesn't hate me after all, now I've split up with D (I thought she might, since they're friends).
Also saw deeply annoying teenage guy W, who I know from various goth contexts. Somehow, I got drunk enough, and lacking enough self-respect, to go and pick him up at the end of the evening. His friend ?? got a taxi to take us and another guy to ??'s place, where he put on Pink Floyd and gave us G&Ts. W and I chatted vaguely about music, then began snogging, and W said he wanted to go and chat on the stairs. So we got up and went out. W led me upstairs to ??'s spare room. I said, "This isn't the stairs". W said, "So?" I said, "Whatever", and so we screwed. Then W passed out, and I got dressed again and went downstairs to ask ?? whereabout in Cambridge we actually were. Apparently in Hurst Park Road, off Milton Road. So I set off, and when I hit Milton Road began walking along it in a daze. After 15 minutes, I realised I was walking in the wrong direction.
Eventually, got back to college. Was so cold I couldn't type for about half an hour. My life is screwed up atm.
Also saw deeply annoying teenage guy W, who I know from various goth contexts. Somehow, I got drunk enough, and lacking enough self-respect, to go and pick him up at the end of the evening. His friend ?? got a taxi to take us and another guy to ??'s place, where he put on Pink Floyd and gave us G&Ts. W and I chatted vaguely about music, then began snogging, and W said he wanted to go and chat on the stairs. So we got up and went out. W led me upstairs to ??'s spare room. I said, "This isn't the stairs". W said, "So?" I said, "Whatever", and so we screwed. Then W passed out, and I got dressed again and went downstairs to ask ?? whereabout in Cambridge we actually were. Apparently in Hurst Park Road, off Milton Road. So I set off, and when I hit Milton Road began walking along it in a daze. After 15 minutes, I realised I was walking in the wrong direction.
Eventually, got back to college. Was so cold I couldn't type for about half an hour. My life is screwed up atm.
