Lust week, preceeded by a little light seething

Ok, to start with, allow me to express my extreme, seething frustration with a discovery that I made after handing in my Psych report this afternoon. Before I do, I should probably advise you that after getting home from work yesterday, I nearly killed myself by staying up until 4am writing my report, whereupon I gave in and went to sleep. I then got up 4 hours later and missed my first three lectures of the day in order to finish it by twelve, come in to uni and hand it in, unedited. With that firmly in mind, imagine how I felt when I discovered... it's not due in until to-frigging-morrow.

Yeah.

Had to go and ask for it back in order to edit it tonight. And all that was for nothing. *seethes*

In other news, Lust Week is doing as well as Gluttony Week before it.

We had people over on sunday for hairdying, having declared Sunday, rather than Monday, the frst day of any given week. And we had tequila and Bellinis and Empire Records, and people getting drunk and getting together *names no names but looks unfairly and misleadingly at Sam*.

Then on Monday people were sober and stayed together, and there was pizza and we watched The Mexican, which is pretty cool.

Then on (what am I up to? Tuesday? yes) on Tuesday, there was some kind of women's day thing (a-flipping-gain) at Manning and a chick was doing belly dancing, and the whole of Manning was filled with lust. (Mind you, Women's day: half naked women. This seems wrong to me. It should be for the women, not presenting women as sex objects to do harem dances. We should have had the Chippendales or something. )

And then today I wore my cool new cloak (which isn't about lust per se, but which is very cool) and Sam, for reasons that seemed very logical on Sunday night when we decided to do it, dressed as a pimp daddy, with a purple shirt and bling, and Bec and Cat dressed like ladies of negotiable affection, and Tim, wimping out, went gothic also. (Obviously I wasn't wimping out, I had a prior costuming engagement)

Also, this evening in Manning, I passed my lipstick around (which I had with me, and on at all, by reason of gothiness) and Bec, Cat, Sam and Spencer (Tim was at a tute) all put some on, and we talked Bec into covering Sam in lipstick, (of which there is footage, v. amusing). And we all ended up with kiss marks on us. Despite our efforts of negotiation, however, she didn't put any on his chest, which was partially visible through his pimpin' shirt (Gruss Gott, we sound like Britney Spears' wedding). Discovered also that if you kiss a bar glass while wearing excessive lipstick, and then press it against your cheek, you get quite a creditable kiss print. Not sure that this will ever come in useful, but you never know.

Anyway, I've finally gotten organised, and here are some photos...
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