cheerfulMy NYE was good! Made it to two excellent parties, one in Camden and one in Tooting. I drank lots and had nice proper talks with many people. Played a game called Innuendo that I got Mark for Xmas. It's quite funny - there are cards with suggestive statements on and you have to come up with clean contexts for them or lose lives. And it snowed! Anyway, good times.

The bad news is I think I am getting old. Apparently your early twenties is when you aren't growing any more, your brain cells don't replenish as fast and most importantly I don't rehydrate the way I used to. So great - I now experience hangovers for the first time. (Decided to skip the denial bit). I suppose having them for the first time at 22 is not too bad going. Felt a bit delicate yesterday but went on an Ikea date just the same ;-) Then again I just felt a bit fragile, I think that only just qualifies as one, it's not like the proper one I had that time after not eating for 3 days then getting trolleyed. When other people describe hangovers they sound much worse than what I had.
My various Mithras's birthday attendances went very well indeed, especially from a culinary point of view. Spent the 25th with Mark's family and his mum's turkey was the only turkey I have ever actively liked (as opposed to the usual "well, this is a sub-standard version of chicken..." I usually experience), and I had another massive lunch on the 27th involving my first eating of goose, which was rather like duck but bigger, juicier and more impressive and therefore made of nom. Luckily both times I was able to control myself and logic myself out of *too* much overdoing it by focussing on the fact that I stopped being hungry halfway into the plate of food I'd had. Also mercifully it was Christmas pudding both times, which is a foodstuff I actually only moderately like, rather than one I want to eat all of until it is all gone like 90% of desserts. The 27th also featured a lot of pretentious cheese which I liked lots of, including the strong Brie and the amazing Lancaster bomb. My mother would be proud of the French in me coming out finally :-).
I also got to play Balderdash which is awesome as usually I am not with enough people to rustle up a board game with a groovy amount of players. Organised Fun FTW!!!
My mum got me lots of poncy cooking-related tools like canape dishes, yay! My domestic squeeing is also incredibly catching as even my boyfriend got excited about a particularly beautiful set of coasters I got. Yay for pretty gifts, anyway. Makes me glad to be a grown up who appreciates them too - spent the 25th with Mark's 3 year old niece who mainly lost all interest in her presents as soon as the wrapping was off, lol.
Yesterday went on a little road trip to Richmond to see what was there. Not a lot of note tbh, although there is some lovely architecture and some nice rustic pubs along the river. Had romantic walk along Thames coveting people's dogs. I miss my dog. I plan to go to Battersea and do that 'volunteer to take a dog for a walk' thing asap that I heard about from
bewildered_muse .
Happy post!!! With mood-enhancing visual aid directed at
araispoetry ;-) :

- Giving me a graduate account
- Not changing it back to student, twice, even with proof
- Not giving me the overdraft I am supposed to have
- As a result of not having said overdraft, not paying my rent
- Charging me for not paying my fucking rent
- Locking me out of online and phone banking, twice, because you are shit. I know my password is right. I even WROTE IT DOWN.
- Not paying my rent even now, because apparently the password that I have NEVER CHANGED, even when I reset it TWICE, is apparently wrong. it was NEVER WRONG.
Thanks a lot, RBS. First time I get to the bank, I am closing my account. after paying my rent.
Anyway, that was my little rant. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
