I'm rubbish - recap of the past month Part I

Good lord it's been a while! Was it really 16th December last time I posted? Wow - my bad.

Actually, I have been aware of my spectacular crapness on the blogging front recently (thanks Chloe for the rather pointed reminder on MySpace by the way!), it's just that it sort of got to the 'I don't even know where to start' stage. So...I've finally accepted that I need to bite the bullet and get blogging again.

Christmas was good, and somewhat unprecedented in recent years by the fact that I managed to spend more than my usual 48 hours in my mother's house without storming out and not speaking to her until some time in early April (usually just in time to ensure that I do actually get a birthday present!). Granted, I didn't arrive on my finest form - we'd had the school's christmas piss-up the night before my departure from Shetland, and, inevitably, all good intentions of having an early night in preparation for my 6am departure to the airport went sailing out the window. Long story short, I lurched home at god-only-knows when, passed out, slept through my alarm and was awoken by the taxi driver pounding on the door shortly after 6am. Cue me, ripping through the house like a banshee (thankfully I had had the foresight to do most of my packing in advance), trying to make sure I had everything.

I didn't.

I finally got into the taxi around 6.25am still drunk and wearing no socks, with my makeup still on from the previous night, and my hair unbrushed. And one earring, as I discovered on the journey to the airport. We did make it in time for my flight, although I was the last person checked in and did recieve some rather dirty looks, and then proceeded to kangaroo the entire way across the North Sea and in to Edinburgh. Thankfully, my mother's concern for the puppy's safe arrival (not mine you might notice) had led her to book and pay for a taxi from Edinburgh Airport. Also rather fortunately, I knew the driver of old and so was only fairly mortified when, having survived all bar 2 miles of the journey home, I had to call for an emergency stop so I could throw up into the verge. Lovely.

Upon arrival at my mother's I presented her with puppy and went to bed. When I finally surfaced, several hours later and with a raging hangover, I discovered that I'd brought my toothbrush and moisturiser, but no other toilettries, my phone, but not my charger, and my DS charger, but not my DS. Brilliant.