My Mumbling Thoughts

If you're wondering what happened on mine and Swindon's date, then that would make two of us. It hasn't happened yet. I know, right? I'm pretty peeved about it myself. The unfortunate thing is that I've actually sent a message to TJ, the captain of the team, who I would assume would organize the entire event, and never got a response to my message. Again, I know, right? I'm not very impressed.

There are a couple of things that I've thought of doing, but then I don't want to be pegged and forever known as "that girl who asked for her money back." Then I think about it a little more and figured £83 is a lot of money to a poor student like myself. I don't care if I am pegged as the stingy girl who asked for her money back. Why pay for something that I never got?

It's lame.

However, I did have a slight run in moment with our dear Swindon this past Friday at the bop. The theme was Heaven and Hell, and naturally I decided to go as Hell. It was a fairly good evening, up until the point when all of my vodka came crashing down on me and I had to leave early for fear of being ill all over the entire place. But before I was paralytic, I had a short conversation with the boy I thought had already forgotten my face.

I was standing on the left side of the bar in the main dance area, topping up my already intoxicating levels of alcohol flowing inside of my veins, when he came and stood on the left side of me. I looked at him a quick moment, realized who it was, and gave a little smile.

"Heya," he shouted into my ear, in order to overpower the music. "Are you having a good night?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's well good," I shouted back. "How about you?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's good. I'm not drunk enough yet though. And they keep giving me these drinks," he looked down into a plastic cup.

"What is it?" It looked kind of good.

"Here, try some," and he handed me his cup.

I was right. It was good. And fruity.

I handed it back to him, and he said something about how he was going to get back on the dancefloor.

As we turned around though, standing right behind us, watching the entire time, were Zoe, Stacey and Trish, observing us. Stacey was stood waiting and ready with her camera, and if I wasn't drunk, I probably would have been mortified. They were gawking at us like proud parents at prom, and it couldn't have been anymore obvious what was going on. Swindon was lovely though, as usual, and stood and had an awkward picture taken with me.

[Pic removed, because it creeps me out.]

Considering I'm completely off my face at this point, I don't think it's half bad. And I'm loving the fact that I know how to put pictures on here now. Although, if by some odd and random chance, he were to ever find this site and see his picture up here with me, I'm sure he'd call to have a restraining order put on me as soon as possible.

Whatevs. I know my regular readers, and the circle is quite small. I don't go off broadcasting about this site to everyone. Besides, I think it's a lovely picture, and I know y'all are curious. Why aren't we making babies together is all I want to ask?

When/if the date happens though, you know I'll be on here filling you all in on all of the details. Until then.