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The only problem with cutting somebody out of your life is that no one else follows suit. I seriously wish people would stop getting attached to The Excluded.

Also, I revoke what I said in the previous post. Apparently it was too emotional for you fuckers and I don't even know if it was right, so fuck it!:D

A brief aside from the intense-emo-ness of late:
Let us discuss the effects of different types of alcohol on your emotions and behaviour. I expect your experiences as comments, bitches.

Jim 'I'm going to fucking kill you' Beam
Jim makes me angry. Not just upset angry. I mean testosterone-driven-aggression angry. I punch stuff and yell. I clench my jaw. I develop a low level of violence aversion. I do not progress past the drunk stage.

Example: Car punching incident on K Road.

Jack 'I'm a higher class of angry' Daniels
The more sophisticated step-brother of Mr Beam. Anger here is more logical, less emotional. It's the refined anger of a sadist. Angry, but in control. Unlikely to progress past the drunk stage.

Example: Psychotic stare down in the Quad with deep-seated enemy when I was a first year.

Smirnoff 'WherethefuckamIandwhatthefuckhappenedandwhythefuckamIstilldrunk' Vodka.
To be honest this just applies to Vodka in general but I needed to keep the name thing going. Vodka is the pesticide to my inhibition-weed. I care little for anything and have no sense of shame. I roar past drunk into 'fucking smashed' with ease. I wake up the following morning with enormous blank spots in my memory. I always wake up still drunk. I spend the following days trying to piece together my evening and repair shattered friendships. ("I'm so sorry I puked in your car and then on your driveway and then took my shirt off and vomited in your pool")

Example: Nathan McKenzie's, seventh form. Nathan McKenzie's, first year. (God, I'm so sorry about the pool house vomit dude) The infamous night of Incident: Orange.

Tui 'HAHAHA TEN THOUSAND IN THE ASHTRAY!!' Pale Ale.
Again with the naming thing - this applies to all beer. I would struggle to get beyond drunk because I spend too much time in the toilet and too much time burping. The drunk here is crass but harmless. Empty boasts, bad jokes, gas, wind and the summer sun.

Example: More or less every night I spent on the roof of 13A. Bless it's heart. Bless it.

Sauvignon 'How you doing?' Blanc.
White wine in general. Although not guaranteed, I can get sleazy. I am the sophisticate with the lampshade on his head. I imbibe pretentiousness and regurgitate faux class. I have not had this for many months however. Rarely beyond the 'quite drunk' stage as you only buy one or two bottles because you're poor and then you stop drinking.

Example: Rui and me getting together :) (No we didn't get together because we were drunk you fucks, she knows what I mean:P)

Red 'ohgod*sob*' Wine.
Similar to the White Goddess above. Except that I don't hold myself together so well. That or I just notice my embarrassing level of drunk more. The main difference is the hang over. Good lord. Similiar to being stabbed repeatedly directly in the brain with a red-hot iron poker.

Example: Morning at Greenhithe. Previous nights leg rubbing totally overshadowed by explosive pain.

Bailey's 'WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M GAY?!' Irish Creme.
WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M......oh. Right. Well fair enough really, I guess.

Example: The two times I drank it in public :(

Oh and obviously we're in a different ballgame when it's the curdled shit on top of the vessel in Circle of Death.

I guess that pretty much covers it. Anything else has only be consumed irregularly and cannot be considered scientific evidence.





stop trying to be friends with my friends, freckles. Just go the fuck away.

and to those who are, stop being two-faced. Gr. Argh.