Oh how can you breathe little blue? You have hooks, you have holes in you.

Uggggghhhhhhh. Have had an interesting last couple of weeks.
Got exceptionally, ridiculously drunk on Thursday night, at a ball with a bunch of people I barely new. When combined with "many-people-I-don't-really-know" nerves, the outcome was predictable: extreme ranting about various television shows I grew up on, people I hate, stupid things I do, stupid things other people do, plus general too loud talking, yelling, verbal abuse and terrible dancing.
Remedied this on Friday/Saturday/Sunday with: Eight billion cups of tea, not enough homework, immense anxious stressing, eight billion more cups of coffee, pizza, going out more (but minus the drinking, and with the added bonus of gross headcold), panic eating, and listening to Augie March and Maria Taylor while stress texting my good friend Face.
Luckily the damage didn't seem to be too bad today. In general I don't seem to be too much of a social outcast. Moreso I mean.
Our old Anna is probably not All-Australian Miss Popular 2009.
But again, I say the old adage: "kill me if I ever drink that much again."
Of course, it always happens again.
Today I also got hit on by creepy contractors. Wandering through uni, I passed a couple of them, and they fell silent and stared creepily as I walked past, then one murmured "I'd marry that one."
..........................I'm not sure what reaction is appropriate to that.
Possibly: "That's funny because-FUCK OFF AND DIE." But maybe that's too forceful. Sorry. I am not in such a good mood today.
Anyway. I should probably go now, so I can get some sleep and/or beat myself to death before 7am childcare plus another university Day of Shame tomorrow.
I am Good At Life.
Over and out.
xx