drunk and disorderly

Wow.

This weekend gone was the at home ball weekend for my college. In an attempt to indicate some of the fun I had I offer this: I was smeared with blue food colouring from head to toe. I ate a god-awful amount of chocolate brownie. I'd painted up a banner depicted various famous comic characters doing absurd pornographic things. Good times overall.





The Red Room, UQ's on campus bar, is an example of marketing genius. Simplicity embodied, but brilliant nonetheless. I heart that place. It's fantastic. Stumbling distance back to college and better getting wasted there than being abused by authorities for 'shitting in your own nest'.





Speaking of. The entire college body was issued with a note this morning about how we shouldn't be setting bins on fire in the dorms. Apparently that's a no-no. Who knew? Passing out at the kebab shop up the road in college colours is also bad. As is exposing ones' self to the university's senior faculty...but apparently some of the good college boys and girls are yet to learn these lessons.





I bought myself a green dress. I like to think I looked quite passable, even though the dress was only from s(l)u(t)pre.





I am wrecked. I have snot dripping from my nose like my body is trying to excrete my weekend's misgivings by way of mucus.