Suicide by Wrapping paper (aka I hate Christmas)

So, I've officially started the Christmas shopping some weeks ago, and now have started the wrapping, too. While I seem to get better at the whole wrapping thing with each year that goes by, I still seem to end up in a tangle more often than I would like. At least I haven't accidentally sellotaped myself to the floor yet, which is always a pretty good thing. And the presents so far don't look too much like they were wrapped by a hamster, which is a definite improvement on last year.
And of course I have to go with the customary "Why does it cost so damn much?" rant. I'm not even halfway through and you wouldn't believe what it's cost me. Needless to say, Christmas is not my favourite holiday. I like Halloween, since I get to dress up and it doesn't cost me any more than I'm willing to pay. Or Easter, as an excuse to eat lots of chocolate and, again, it doesn't cost me any more than I'm willing to spend. Christmas is too expensive a holiday, and as much as I should pretend I love my family, I am pretty much flat broke right now, which is why I hardly ever go out. As with every November/December, I'm spending more money on other people than I am on myself. That wouldn't bother me at all had I money to spend, but, once again, broke.
So, as with every year, people had better like their presents, because right now my bank account hates me.

I Never Learn...

Well, having injured my right leg, I decided not to go to the doctor as I should have done and walked around on said leg. Guess what happened? Because of my right leg being injured, my left leg was having to carry all of my weight, so now I've a strain injury on my left hip. Go figure.
Sadly, this isn't the first time I've left it too late to go to the doctor and had it bite me on the arse. You might think that I'd have learned by now, but you'd be wrong.

I gave in

Okay, so I gave in and went to the shop for more alcohol. Maybe there might be something to that little voice in my head that is pointing at me and screaming "ALCOHOLIC". Fuck.

And the worst part - no bottle openers. They have corkscrews, but no bottle openers. That's alright, though, because I can occasionally come up with some pretty bright ideas, so I just bought my cider in can form rather than in bottles (or in bottles with screw-tops, which don't require a bottle opener) so now I can drink way more than I should outside of essay night and hopefully will leave the blog be and get something constructive done, like my NaNo, rather than just drinking and harassing innocent internet forums as I did last night.

For want of a bottle opener

I knew there was something I forgot to bring to uni. I didn't bring a bottle opener. In all fairness, I'm not a heavy drinker, and when I do drink it's mostly spirits (gin, vodka, etc.) for which a bottle opener is not a necessity. It's a little past five, I've an unopened bottle of cider on my side and it's all but begging me to drink it.
I'm pretty sure they sell bottle openers in the campus store, but that would require getting dressed. Mind, I would be able to buy more alcohol, which is always a bonus.
I've got fuck all done for NaNoWriMo so far, which is no big surprise. Writer's block is a bitch, and she and I are rather well acquainted. Think I'll try getting some short stories done after I finally get some alcohol in me, and see about sending out some submissions.
And yes, I know that wanting alcohol at five pm makes me sound like an alcoholic. And, frankly, I can live with that.

Booze, NaNoWriMo, and why I shouldn't be used as a role model

Well, I got my English essay in, an impressive one minute before the final deadline. I had to pull an all-nighter to do so, mind, and it's probably shit. I did the exact same thing with my psychology essay, too, only it was in a half hour or so before the deadline, I didn't have to run to get there, and I had time to get dressed before I left my dorm.
Please note, having to half-jog-half-limp on an injured leg wearing flip-flops and still wearing my pajama top was not a pleasant experience, and I sincerely hope that I will learn from that in the future and not leave these things until the last minute.
On the bright side, my leg is started to get better on its own, and I managed to last an entire fencing session without wussing out and limping home. Which is, of course, a good thing.
My fencing is still shit mind, but that's not a huge shock. My archery is pretty shit, too, as is my quidditch. My netball's shit, but that's been shit for many years now, so that's not really a shock. Honestly, it's not like I've ever 'not enjoyed' sports, because I've always liked playing, but I'm not very good at them, and being the short fat kid I never got many chances to improve, either.

I've been so busy with essays this month that I've literally nothing done on my NaNoWriMo project, either. So I've been out and stocked up on junk food and alcohol, and will likely be up for most of the night. I might skip the story I had planned (it was only really a vague outline held together by a few key scenes, anyway) and just make some shit up. I mean, I'm going to be drinking myself stupid and beating my head off a keyboard anyway, since that's actually how I write, so I may as well just wing it and see what happens. Honestly, I'm not expecting it to go well, but failure is something that I've gotten pretty used to so I'm just going to have fun with this one and see how much my drunken mind traumatises my not-so-drunken-but-still-pretty-incoherent mind in the morning.
And that, for me, is what writing is all about.

You know you're a student when...

... Essay night is drinking night.
... You find yourself up at 6am, halfway between drunk and hungover, trying to finish as essay due in in a few hours.
... You the follow that by half-running to the subject office, in your flip-flops and a pajama top, still halfway between drunk and hungover, in order to get your essay in.
... Said essay is in a whopping 1 minute before the final deadline.

... You repeat the whole process a week later.