Resisting the urge to text EVERYONE I KNOW was actually pretty hard, but I was kept busy with the conversation of a few cool people (and a couple not so cool, ahahahaha, noone will ever know who I'm talking about).
Anyway, so, Saturday, kind of work related Christmas party, so it was off to London on an (almost) all expenses paid trip to go bowling and then on a boat party. Bowling was pretty good, even though I am shoddily bad like a little girl with a limp. I'm not even joking, I reckon at least one girl there was using heavier balls. I didn't do too badly (by my standards) with a score of 87, sneaking into first place after my last ball only to be pipped at the post by someone who had caught up to the leaders unannounced. Damn. Women. Gah. I let her off though :$
The second game got under way, which I started with a strike. I pretty much gave up after that, and the cute girls playing next to us left so I wasn't needing to impress anyone else...
Then the boat party. DJed by mr charisma, a pudgy old guy in knock off designer clothing that looked like the guy on the right here from The League of Gentlemen:

The food was predictably terrible, but the company was good, and I was given an award for being the best company intern this year (best of two, shhhh). One of my workmates then proceeded to have sexual thoughts about a poodle on one of the 3d playing cards I got given. Dirty fecker.
So, on a completely empty stomach I went through the day and night and joined the late people up to a bar/club place along broadway. Bar Sia. If you get to go, don't. It wasn't very good at all. I did get a high five for wearing a pac-man hoodie though. Anyway, ages of sitting waiting for people later put me in a pretty grouchy mood, so on getting home I went straight to bed without saying night. Unfortunately not enough sleep meant I was grouchy in the morning too, where I just ate loads of bacon and sausage and had to be shown how to use this weird toasting machine. Srsly, like, weirdest self toasting machine I've ever seen, some kind of conveyor belt mechanism? wtf. Right? I know. Yeah. Totally. Anyway, we then walked form the hotel we stayed at to the next hotel where the work guys had a meeting thing to give, but since I'm not a real employee or relevant to that meeting, I decided to leave and save myself 4 hours of sitting on my bum. I got home and did nothing for the rest of Sunday though. Sigh.
Today! I ditched out of the office (I seem to like ditching) and bought my secret santa for the office, but I can't say what it is in case the person reads this and finds out. Suffice to say, £5 limit in some really rubbish bric-a-brac shop is not very much. Though I might go back and buy a hip flask for 5 pounds like my hero Harry. You don't need to know anything about him other than that he is very cool.
I am listening to Avenged Sevenfold. I think I will go to buy chicken nuggets and chips. Yum yum.
Big shout to my third subscriber. You know who you are :D
Peace out homeys.

