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.

let down

So I didn't get the apartment. MASSIVE LET DOWN. I haven't let myself get my hopes up that much in SOOOOO long I crashed a bit. Crashed and burned. So instead of updating my blog, I'm going out and getting shit wrecked. It's gonna be awesome. I shall go back to being the responsible blogger later.

I GET TO PUT MY RINGS BACK ON TOMORROW. FUCKIN AYE!

MuchLove

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.