Darkschunt

I'm typing this on the Lost Smoker's computer because Love Actually doesn't start for another hour and a half and I have nothing else to do in this flat and because the Lost Smoker is not in but he never locks his door so i basically just went in and turned on his pc. *smiles angelically*
Last weekend was *sexpo* weekend. Basically, there's this sex exhibition thing that happens every year. It has stuff like lingerie on sale, lingerie modelling shows, amateurs stripping, professional stripping, adultshop stuff for sale, porn mags and dvds, and, um, bidets, jacuzzis, fortune tellers and skydiving.
Anyway, it's come around again, so I went to see it on Friday night with the Duchess and Mystery Wolf and then on Saturday with the Gutter Philosopher, The Tall One, "Motherfucker!" and a couple of the Swedish Boys. The people who saw me there on both nights must think I'm a real perv *chuckles*
As it turns out anyway, the Gutter Philosopher and I ended up buying loads of things and leaving the exhibition with tons of bags, more than practically anyone else, and looking like total sex maniacs *heehee*. The Duchess bought quite a few things too!
Last night Mystery Wolf and I headed out to P & V for a night of clubbing. I met like a zillion people that night in the clubs! We were hanging around the lower bar, and I met people. We were hanging around the upper bar, and I met people. We went back down to the lower bar and I met some Jamaican guy who wanted to take "me and my friend back to his apartment to chill out". Uh, no thanks. Then I met a couple of girls, one of them was pretty much high and hiding under one of the bar tables from a guy, and she pulled me down there so I just crouched down and hid with her for a few minutes. And there was also this horribly sleazy old man who was trying to chat me up while I was having a drink and watching people dance. When I don't pay any attention to him, he tries to lick my ear! EWWWW! Needless to say, I was out of there pronto. Oh, it was so gross, so gross. Then I went outside to try and bum a cigarette off someone, and I met this quiet, unassuming guy who "doesn't dance but can play the drums and the guitar." It makes me wonder, if you had to choose between having the ability to dance and having the ability to play the drums and the guitar, but you couldn't have both, and you would be stuck with that choice for the rest of your life, which would you pick? We must introduce him to the Dancing Queen, she'd make a dancer out of him ;)
Then I went into the bathroom and met people - well, I met this really nice, albeit completely exhausted, chick and she introduced me to all her friends (who had really awesome clothes, like wide-bottom black pants and a silky sort of striped top, or big black boots with a knee-length black skirt and cool red top that has a band that goes around the neck) and I danced with them while Mystery Wolf was dancing with this Swiss guy that I had passed on to her (he was trying to get a hold of me until I revealed the fact that I had a boyfriend and I think he got kind of bitchy on me after that). We didn't head home until about sevenish and I'm telling you, we were wrecked. It's been ages since either of us have been out clubbing, and I keep wondering, am I getting old? I used to be able to club all night and still not be tired. Now, three or four is a good time for me to stop. Two is even okay at times. Oh, no! This can't be happening! Lol.
I climbed six flights of steps in the uni library the other day. Six. I was out of breath by the fifth. My legs were trembling. I walked down two flights to the fourth floor. Then I took the lift.
Yep, I pretty much had my exercise for the week. After this - glorious hours of sitting on the couch, watching Love Actually and X-Men 2. Beautiful.