Party hard

So last night was definitely interesting. Happy New Years, by the way! ^.^ I don't know about you but I definitely had a strange one.

To start off, my mother went away three days ago to spend NY's with her friends in the country. Which has been great because I've had the house to myself. Yesterday started out okay food wise. I ate a bowl of cornflakes with soya milk for breakfast, which was like the blandest thing ever, but I'm trying this new thing where I don't give myself too much variety. Strangely, it worked and I didn't feel hungry all day until about 5pm when I ate a block of cheese (damn you Christmas leftovers) before I went to meet Tina. Tina, for the record, is having a huge mental health crisis and may have to go into hospital for her depression. Which is a pretty serious deal, so I'm seeing a lot of her these days. So she came over to my house about a hour and a half before I was supposed to leave, which was quite stressful, considering I was only half-ready. The stress combination of seeing her in such a state and frantically trying to make myself look presentable caused me to eat 3 jam doughnuts, a bag of crisps and a big iced coffee. I don't know why I did it, but maybe I was pre-empting a binge. That almost always happens to me before leaving the house to go out.

Anyway, we shared a black cab to central London, because the party I was supposed to be turning up at was en route to her flat. Then I had to trek around this huge busy station to try and find Caro and Tommy, so that we could get to this house party. A bit of back story: Tommy is this guy off my course who I've been doing a lot of writing with recently. He's from New York and even more cynical and sarcastic than me, which generally means our conversations go a little like this:

GABBY: Your shirt is so ugly.
TOMMY: Your face is so ugly. Remind me why I hang out with you again?
GABBY: Because you're holding a candle for me, remember?
TOMMY: Oh yeah, I remember now. I'm hopelessly in love with you.
GABBY: Have you finished reading that scene I sent you yet?
TOMMY: No, Jesus, you're so demanding.
GABBY: Fuck you.
TOMMY: Fuck you.
GABBY: D'you want to grab a coffee?
TOMMY: Sure babe.

So I found them and then we went to this shindig, which basically turned out to be a bunch of people we'd never met before hot-boxing this poor girl's living room. Long story short: I smoked a joint to myself, drank rather a lot of vodka, and got monumentally pissed. The three of us ended up sharing another cab home (I'm sure it'll be the last one I can afford in a while), came back to mine, drank even more booze, and then Caro passed out in my bed. Me and Tommy ended up fucking at 5 in the morning and then we fell asleep as the sun came up. It was kind of... a very weird experience. We were almost dancing round the subject all night and then it just happened. I think I'm too used to having straight-forward, uncomplicated, boy-girl sex. This was just so weird. We were having conversations in the middle of it. About fucking Allen Ginsberg, and the beat poets, and just loads of other random stuff I'm pretty sure it's not normal to talk about during sex. I guess that's drugs for you, right? Anyway, and then we had to streak through my house naked because my mother decided to come back three hours early and not notify me.

I told you it was a strange New Years. The beginning of term is either going to be extremely fun or extremely awkward, but I guess we'll just have to see...

So today food wise has been weird because I kind of went to bed at 7am for half an hour, then again at 11am and woke up properly at 3pm. I forced myself awake with some coffee, a cream cheese and Jarlsberg bagel sandwich (possibly the most fattening concoction I've yet dreamed up), and a big fruit salad with low-fat yogurt. In all fairness, it did allow me to function for at least the following four hours. Then at 9pm I decided it was a good idea to make a huge salad with sweetcorn and tomatoes and cucumber and eat it with these spicy veggie patties and a fuck ton of mayo. I'm talking full fat, real Mayonnaise, which I NEVER do. Thank God for diet coke, because I think I've chugged enough to clean out my intestines for the next week. And I'm sorry, that was way too much information, but it does make me feel marginally better about the colossal amount of food I ate over the past two days.

I'm now super busy until I go back to university. School starts on the 13th and by then I've got to have completed these two essays, read a ton of books that haven't even arrived yet, and miraculously have got my head together. January's gonna be wicked fun.