Ring out the old, ring in the..old.

So, back I am again after the holidays. How were they, you ask? Well, about the same as any other Chrimbo. Lots of turkey, ham alcohol and no sex. Actually Christmas was ok this year. Dave was home which was pretty cool. Went out alot. Blah, blah..... New Year's Eve was prob the best night for me. Dee came over to my place first. We drank a bottle of wine between us in about half an hour, which I think was pretty impressive. Then we headed down to Carl's house along with Ciaran (who had been recovering from a pint glass in the back of the head which he received the day after Stephen's Day - had to get 9 stitches he did), and KevA. When we arrived in the house I realised that I'd left the mixers for the vodka back in mine so had to promptly get a taxi back to collect them - what a pain in the ass. Spent the rest of the night having a laugh. Drank the bottle of vodka and about 3/4 bottle of peach snaps which resulted in me hugging various people repeatedly, including people I didn't know - oh and kissing two girls as well, one of which I don't really know. Apparantly someone took a photo of it, pronouncing "ah, look at the gay kissing the fag-hag". It was a great night. I do remember talking to people, but I don't exactly remember what I had been saying to them, although I have been reassured by my friends that I didn't say anything too bad, thank god. The funniest part of the night must have been when Dee went to kiss me goodbye and in her (and my) drunken state managed to push me off my chair and land on top of me on the ground. Another photo was taken. I have yet to see any of these supposed photos. I don't know if I really want to. Dee told me her boyf (he was there that night) was mighty pissed of with her because she had kissed me on the lips. Ha!

And now back to my usual daily life of college boredom....... Note to self - must go out this weekend and score. Have to banish M from my head. Fucker.