It has been awhile.
Fetish Ball was pretty great, was disappointed by the stage shows a bit but we had a good time anyways. Kept having these fantastic conversations with strangers whenever Sam went off to the bathroom. They just came up to me. I spose there is a lot to be said for the ease putting with a beside manner of a skanky nurse's outfit. Had some drinks but really not that much, and I spose it says on my ADs that I shouldn't at all but an hour after I got back to Sam's house, fell into bed around 3, I was throwing up in a bucket till 10AM and repeating how much I wanted him to kill me. I ended up ringing my Mummy (cause Mummies always know best) who came round and picked me up. As I was shuffling to the car, some lousy Christians came a preachin at his door. Mustive been a strange sight to see, when I came outside, naked except for a grotty duvet inner and a green bucket of vomit. Merely holding up the values of us dirty sinners. Sam was so sweet and caring (once he woke up and found me with my head in a bucket in the lounge), he kept rubbing my back and stuff. Well to be honest I didn't really notice this but Mum told me later that he was really worried and lovely and other mushy stuff. Nothing to test the strength of how much someone gives a shit about you like loudly puking into a bucket and bitching.
I got a call from Massey who told me that they'll pay for my fees next year but only if I go in 2007, cause I dropped out due to going nutter butter on their asses. I've been thinking about it. That course is frickin awesome and everything I want, Wellington is city love and I've got some favourite people over there as well. But, I'm still not back on track crazy-wise, my parents aren't there, more of my favourite people aren't there, I'm living rent free here and as early as it is with Sam, I don't want to lose him in my life either. So I'm thinking about doing Design at Canty, finishing Fine Arts and sorting myself out some more. It's funny how a city can be so tainted by how you're feeling, no matter where you are.
I need to do some art. Like something, some project, something that is mine. Ideas are constantly buzzing round my head but until now I haven't really felt like actually following through with any of them, so we'll see...
Only 14 days until my Angie comes home and makes my nest feel like home again.
About to watch 'Little Miss Sunshine', I want to make sweet sweet love to unlimited bandwidth. *sigh*
Oh and am I the only one of my friends these days who thinks that marriage is scary as shit? I feel like I'm missing some point that they're all getting...a memo missed perhaps...?
Here is a link to a photo we took before the ball.
Fetish Ball was pretty great, was disappointed by the stage shows a bit but we had a good time anyways. Kept having these fantastic conversations with strangers whenever Sam went off to the bathroom. They just came up to me. I spose there is a lot to be said for the ease putting with a beside manner of a skanky nurse's outfit. Had some drinks but really not that much, and I spose it says on my ADs that I shouldn't at all but an hour after I got back to Sam's house, fell into bed around 3, I was throwing up in a bucket till 10AM and repeating how much I wanted him to kill me. I ended up ringing my Mummy (cause Mummies always know best) who came round and picked me up. As I was shuffling to the car, some lousy Christians came a preachin at his door. Mustive been a strange sight to see, when I came outside, naked except for a grotty duvet inner and a green bucket of vomit. Merely holding up the values of us dirty sinners. Sam was so sweet and caring (once he woke up and found me with my head in a bucket in the lounge), he kept rubbing my back and stuff. Well to be honest I didn't really notice this but Mum told me later that he was really worried and lovely and other mushy stuff. Nothing to test the strength of how much someone gives a shit about you like loudly puking into a bucket and bitching.
I got a call from Massey who told me that they'll pay for my fees next year but only if I go in 2007, cause I dropped out due to going nutter butter on their asses. I've been thinking about it. That course is frickin awesome and everything I want, Wellington is city love and I've got some favourite people over there as well. But, I'm still not back on track crazy-wise, my parents aren't there, more of my favourite people aren't there, I'm living rent free here and as early as it is with Sam, I don't want to lose him in my life either. So I'm thinking about doing Design at Canty, finishing Fine Arts and sorting myself out some more. It's funny how a city can be so tainted by how you're feeling, no matter where you are.
I need to do some art. Like something, some project, something that is mine. Ideas are constantly buzzing round my head but until now I haven't really felt like actually following through with any of them, so we'll see...
Only 14 days until my Angie comes home and makes my nest feel like home again.
About to watch 'Little Miss Sunshine', I want to make sweet sweet love to unlimited bandwidth. *sigh*
Oh and am I the only one of my friends these days who thinks that marriage is scary as shit? I feel like I'm missing some point that they're all getting...a memo missed perhaps...?
Here is a link to a photo we took before the ball.
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PS I'll be seeing you both NEXT WEEK! Drunken meals at the Mexican all round!