So I'm drunk.

I'm just leading with that, because I am predicting that it'll come across in this post and now you won't be confused when I get weird(er).

It's the Erasmus night really, which is the Exchange students from Europe. They are apparently quite clique-y, but all us non-Erasmus were like, whatever, and decided to get drunk and go out too.

We met up in ROom 16, which belongs to Simon (from UoW) and some other people I've met once or twice through him, Laura and Olivia. We decided to play Kings, or Kings Cup (depending on where you come from, different name, different rules, but it's pretty universal) to predrink. Previous roommates left me/ Jen and I (Jen doesn't drink) lots of alcohol. One and a half bottles of vodka, one mostly full bottle of cider, wine, and something beer-like. I took the half full vodka and the cider to drink.

I actually really liked playing Kings. I've watched people play it once before, but it's a lot easier to understand when you are part of it. Basically,  you assign each card value with a rule, like 6=Dicks, which means all the guys drink, or 4= Whores (girls drink). Ace is the worst, it's waterfall, which means the first person starts drinking, and as soon as the person next to you starts, you have to and you can't stop until they stop. So it's like a round, and you get evil people that prolong it to torture others. Once you have mixed vodka into your cider, this is not a nice thing.

The 'Kings' part comes into it because every time someone picks a King (the cards are all facedown), they have to pour some of whatever they are drinking into the King's Cup, in the middle. Whoever picks the last King has to scull the foul concoction of mixed drinks and is very likely to become what I fondly call 'white girl wasted'.

Afterwards, we went out to the Monkey Suit, which is a bar nearby. I forgot my ID, didn't even occur to me, but I wasn't the only one, Olivia also forgot. She has a better excuse though, because she's from the States, she's not used to being legal and having to show ID. So we walked back, picked up our student cards, and went back.

But I was only there for 10 minutes. I just wasn't in the mood. I'm not used to bars really, and I'm not used to not dressing up for going out. Like, I wasn't dressed in a way that I thought of myself as pretty and feminine, which is what I like to feel when I talk to guys. Like, picking up, or flirting, it can only be done if I'm feeling good and I just wasn't feeling it. Plus, I wasn't with anyone I really knew well enough to stick with, so I was aimless and had no one to judge me once I split off from the group. I came home, made hot chocolate and started writing this to prove a) that alcohol is fun in reasonable amounts and b) that I only drank a reasonable amount. I have class at 9 so I wasn't really feeling lie torturing myself in 8 hours.

I liked the social aspects of drinking games though. It was just fun, to drink and play the stupid game. Everyone gets to know each other, and interact, it's social. And because you are constantly calling other people out and yelling at them to drink (or 'fuck' since in our game, the rule changed to 'instead of using the word 'drink', you say 'fuck', so you shout 'you have to fuck!')

In other news, Uni is okay, stressful and the organisation of orientation was shit, I got none of my subjects that I should have, but at this point, I'm just glad to have subjects. I've also started to paint, and if I do say so myself, they are quite impressive. If I work at it, I may have a latent talent for it :) I'm really good at trees.

Living at the Printworks is awesome, I like it. I like having flatmates, I like living 'alone', I like doing my own thing. I like exploring and travelling and not having to work. Life is fucking great.

Bye!