It has been a long weekend. It feels like a whole micro-cosmos unto itself really. I feel like reflection is in order, yet nothing of real Substance has occurred. Perhaps I shall start this off as a story?
Wednesday evening I made my way to the university computer lab to finish up the final touches on my Phenomenology essay and start (as well as finish) a small Applied English Language Studies (or AELS for short) assignment… both of which were due for the next day at 12. Finishing the phenomenology essay, a guy approached me with a proposition – combine forces with him and his friend with the AELS assignment and all three of us could get out of there lekke quick quick. This offer I could not refuse, and the three of us became fast friends of convenience. We put in a half-arsed effort and printed the thing and I offered the gentlemen a lift home. At this point I feel it is worth mentioning that both these guys were called Dave… Dave & Dave. Like some sitcom. Anyway, I dropped the rather less than comedic duo at home and the larger Dave (or Doop amongst his initiated inner circle) invited me in to smoke a bong as a ‘thank you’. How kind.
I thought to myself ‘Why not Kirstin? All your work is done, it’s a long weekend. Let’s party like it’s 1999. Don’t be a square’. Unfortunately, a bong and I tend to disagree on the more important facts of life, information that my past self neglected to utilize in this judgment.
I basically took the hit, got back in my car and drove at the break-neck speed of 2km/hour back to my own flat, all the while experiencing the all-too-familiar sensations of heart palpitations and blurred cognitive skills. Drat. I am a square.
At home, I got a portion of slap chips from the Caltex below my building and got down and dirty with it in my bedroom. The most action I’ve seen in weeks. Getting to sleep was probably one of the worst exercises I’ve tried to do in ages (well, at this point in the weekend I thought it couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong). The next day I initiated the operating sequence of getting my projects to the relevant drop-off points in a somewhat more groggy fashion than I normally do. Which I feel is in itself an achievement, if not really a highlight of the week.
At this point I need to mention that Thursday night – the very night in question – my flat mate was having her 21st piss-up at our flat. The rest of the day consisted of party prep, which quickly degraded into a powerful migraine. As it was, I hadn’t had a migraine in maybe a couple of years, seeing as they normally arose from the deep depressive state that high school inflicted upon me. In a illogical panic, I elected to take 4 myprodols to sort me out; two before my hour long nap and two afterwards. By 6pm I was feeling wobbly, yet able. And when the drinking of punch commenced roundabouts 8pm, I didn’t think twice.
Alas.
I spent the rest of the (highly successful) party, running to the toilet to purge my stomach at least every half an hour until 3am when my body finally gave up and let me sleep. On the upside, a nice looking gentleman who came to the party with a friend of mine spent the evening sitting next to my bed and chatting with me, which culminated in him asking for my number “to take me out for supper some time”. In retrospect, he is either really nice or really weird. Sadly, I don’t think it matters now, because he hasn’t called yet. Either he forgot or realized his mistake. WHATEVER IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL.
Friday morning was actually so bad that I called my mom to come look after me. I contemplated going to the hospital to get my stomach pumped. It was hectic. But I survived in time to go to work the next day and make some cashmonies.
Sunday and Monday are mostly dull… or duller than what I’ve already described and I shall just skip over them. I saw some movies and slept, and on Monday I had a few drinks at Bohemia before my stomach told me to eat more slap chips and get to bed, basically. Come to think of it, Tuesday was average too. Gah.
On an introspective note, this weekend I decided to
1. Never smoke another cigarette ever again… not that I’ve even been a proper smoker with cravings and the whole deal, but when there are cigarettes about, I often indulge. Now I shall not! It’s been 7 days and I’m going strong.
2. Not consume weed in any shape or form until I get to Amsterdam in June… oh yes; I’m going to Europe with the money I’ve managed to save. WHAM.
I also saw quite a bit of my friend Heinrich (who is also going to Amsterdam). He’s great.
(on reading this again, I realise that I sound like a pompous twat. Next time, I'll try a different style)
