life's no fun without a good scare

haha, yeah, so frantic blogging time is actually code for get distracted, go to L's and watch movies to celebrate his birthday... woops. Twas fun though. I'm most appreciative of A's amazing driving skills.

And now I have photos of me with no pants, looking quite albino. Actually no, first I have a pic of Zatanna to prove that she does actually exist and that I looked EXACTLY like her, bar the blondness. That and the fact that my shirt completed its purpose of covering my tits.

Our lovely posse, A as Little Dead Riding Hood, Myself as Zatanna, D as the family butcher, Lack of Letter'd friend as a pirate, L as an emo, or Pablo Trinity something-about-a-dragon.

A and I in D's backyard.

D's mum is adorable. She ran around the whole night, dancing the thriller dance for everyone, calling us party poopers and not letting A and I leave until we danced with her. She made the most amazing food too, I had the most adorable ghost cupcake, I felt guilty eating it. I played guitar hero for the first time ever! I'm somewhat crap at it, but it's the most fun. And then we went to L's place and played GTA and I drove a train through the sky because I'm just awesome that way. Neat. And now I get to cross off 17). Go to a halloween party dressed up.

MuchLove.

Nothing but good times

So... last update was kind of short and un-list related. Which should mean that this update is long and lovely and VERY list related. But it's not going to be. HA! Yeah. I showed you. Not really. This is going to be a rant.

Starting with an odd question: Have you ever spent money to make you feel better about the fact that you will need to spend money?? No, I wouldn't think so. It seems like a dumb thing to do. I mean, it's probably what you'd expect of me now. Oh, it's Em, she's so dumb she reverses into poles and thinks 'retail therapy' is actually therapeutic. IT'S NOT. I do have pretty clothes now. And don't forget the shoes. But in no way am I feeling any better about the fact that I need to pay 1450$ to fix my poor mother's car. And lets not forget the 200$ for the sound system I broke when I had a party when my parents left me to look after the house. Woops.

Speaking of my incredible run of bad luck... FUCK YOU KARMA. What the hell did I do? I'm an amazing person. Not really, but I don't eat babies or burn forests down. Surely that's enough. I don't deserve this terrible bad luck. For the record I'm not a firm believer in Karma or any other belief system really. I just like being able to blame something when things go terribly wrong. Like at the moment. The ground won't swallow me and I'm getting bored of asking nicely.

I'm going to the bottle shop soon. I'm not a drunk. Promise. This will make me sound like a drunk. I'm going to tell you anyway. I couldn't get drunk this week to chillax, forget my troubles, etc. Hence the retail 'therapy'. I much pefer being on the kitchen floor, giggling about nothing and then passing out on a couch. This saturday D is being awesome and giving me an opportunity to get my drink on. Which will make things temporarily better. SO MUCH A DRUNK. Tragic. The worst thing is, when I'm drunk, all my secrets are merely conversational facts. And I'm such a light weight. Why won't the ground swallow me already?!

After the bottle shop, I'm going to uni. To pretend to be a shark. Or at least the sharks environment. My life is nothing but good times.

MuchLove.

4). go somewhere in the boot of a car

B, N, D and I went to pick up the pizza last night. And I came back in the boot. YES. It was quite fun. Except B's car is kind of small so the boot was kind of miniscule. Which I guess is good because I wasn't moving around. We've been joking about this every time B and I are in the car together. I never thought it would actually happen. I've been negatively influencing too many people lately. Woops.

I'm glad it was a short trip though. As amazing fun as it was, I'd already had a drink and not being able to see where I was going meant slight motion sickness. Which disappeared as soon as I got out of the boot. But still, any longer in that tiny boot I would have cramped up and there would be vom. Ick. Although, if the car wasn't moving I could nap in there no problem. Liking coffin-like enclosed spaces probably doesn't say much for my mental health, does it?

MuchLove.

Life was all a Dream...

DREAMS FOR MAY FOR 92). :

1). I was in an art gallery with a bunch of people and some friends. It suddenly dawned on us that the zombie apocalypse was worse than we thought and we needed to take cover rather than go about our daily lives. I went downstairs to tell cousin dearest that we needed to leave. He was a hippy artist and he didn't want to leave. He got eaten by a bunch of zombies. A couple of us were in a park wondering where we could go. There were houses across from the park with bars on the windows. The one we decided was safe had a giant elevator floor with a bunch of dogs on one level. One of the dogs was a shape shifter or something. I had to knock the owner out with a shovel. Once I got on the level above the one with the dogs I had lost everyone else. I realised I was really hungry but I couldn't get to the sandwiches which were in the basement, which was the level under the dogs. A friend from school showed up and was showing me how he'd tried to give himself a tattoo like mine but it was terrible. Everyone else was stuck in Kmart.

>> This was my last night in Melbourne. I woke up and giggled at how retarded my subconscious is. My cousin is the least likely person to become an artist. My friends are much too prepared for a zombie apocalypse for it to take me by surprise at an art gallery. So basically this dream is completely irrational. More so than usual. And I have no answers, so much so, I just procrastinated it. SERIOUSLY. I didn't even mean to. Umm... maybe I'm psychic. There will be a zombie apocalypse. I should avoid art galleries.

2). Papa had to drop me at school but mother dearest had told him the wrong time so we were ridiculously early. I was straightening my hair in the car outside the school, but it was primary school. I saw K crossing the road and got out of the car to tell her something but El was there too so I couldn't. They were walking around a cul-de-sac so I went into the school. T and D were arguing over whether T was 'jagged' or not. A was acting like a 10 year old. She had been dared to pee on a letter and then call the police. She walked into the other room, called the police, talked to someone briefly before an alarm went off.

>> Nup. I have no words. This is literally unable to be interpreted.

3). I desperately had to study but L and K got me to drink tequila with them in the school bus bay. Eventually I left, because I had to find and save Lucy and Piper, my grandparents' dogs, before they got to the ocean. Then I had to get my hair cut. Then I had to pull my study notes out of corpses' hands.

>> I really did need to study for typo. But I procrastinated and slept instead. And therefore dreamed that I had actual adventures preventing me from studying, rather than my own laziness. Oh, and I haven't tried tequila and I should.

4). I was staying in a summer house that had a wide verandah all the way round, with hammocks. Papa had aviators on and wouldn't take them off. He was trying to get a great tan and would change hammocks for optimum sunshine. H was standing on the front steps telling me it was time for him to go as if he'd been there a while but I hadn't realised he was even in the house.

>> I DON'T KNOW. Papa trying to get sun is weird. We're a very pale family. Hammocks would be fun about now. Also, summer would be fun too. Happy winter everyone. FARK. I hate being cold.

5). I had to visit someone in hospital but I had no way of getting there. I decided to take munchkin's scooter to where mother dearest was and take her car. On the way there was one of the drunks that talk to themselves from Kingswood station. He told me all my friends were at a party in Beecroft and I had to get there.

>> Why would I not just got straight to the hospital? WHY SCOOTER? I can't walk across a flat even surface without stumbling, adding wheels to the equation isn't intelligent. Ok, my sub conscious is telling me to exercise more, visit people and listen to people because they might tell you something important. Why I'd trust the drunk is a different question all together.

The sixth dream was also in Melbourne. I woke up, knew I'd forget it so wrote down quick notes, then went back to sleep. So my notes say "Papa and aunt. Party at train station". I cannot remember anything. I remember writing it but no recollection of what it means. Much frustrating.

I know I keep promising next month will be better, but I do believe this time I won't be lying. I have uni break after thursday. YAY. I need a job. If you want to hire me, let me know. I'm that desperate. Well not really because I'm still really lazy. REALLY lazy.

MuchLove

and one more...

I found another pic on facebook from party that I quite like. I mean, part of me is mad because I was really good at not smiling in all the other photos and this spoils it but YOU CAN SEE BLUE. And it's actually blue looking, not sewer green which is a more accurate description of it's current state. D has someone's glasses on. We took turns wearing them. They weren't T's though. There were quite a few nerds. YUP. It's T's party tonight :) chances of me remembering to take pics is slim to none but there you go.

PARTAY

In typical me fashion, I completely forgot to take photos on saturday night at K and El's party. Even though I said I would. I did take my camera. It just sat in my bag with all the other useless crap I take everywhere I go. However other people did take photos. Or give me their camera to take pics, like this first one. Well, take pics after drunk me worked out I was actually taking a video. Besides the point.

Left to Right: D as a punk, A as a cheerleader, K as a hippy aka herself and Q as slash.

Me the goth, A the cheerleader and some random being a lad.

M as a japanese tourist ( her and E matched ) and Me.

And I only just realised that Slash is not a stereotype. WTF Q?. So yeah, party that didn't end with vom. FUCK YEAH. Cheeseburgers are a much better ending. It was quite amusing to watch people's costumes slowly disintegrate. Nerds lost glasses, heels came off, jumpers covered everything up and A and K actually swapped outfits. Nothing changed with me though, once I start drinking I stop moving and therefore sat in front of a fire with some awesome people gossiping about shit all and sharing a cigar or two ( thanky L ). I have no idea when the next party will be. This saddens me. I'm much too lazy to make an effort to see people. YUP.

Don't even wonder how this relates to my list. It doesn't. Except maybe the keep in contact bit. That was the first time all of my 6 were together in one place in yonks. Which was nice. I miss that.

MuchLove.