midaea

Last night was my combined birthday party with a dozen other people at my friend's house. I tried party pills for the first time after going on about how I'd never do them. I don't think I'm going to do them again, or atleast not the day before my period. I swear it makes PMS a million times worse- and I'm bad enough normally.

The night pretty much sucked ass. It was the first party Adam and I had ever been to together in the whole time we've been together. Next time, I'm not taking him to a party where there's a jam room with guitars, drums and all kind of musical things. So, it ended up with me getting pissy and walking home without him. All is sorted now, though.

In other news, my Grandma gave me double the amount of money I was expecting for my birthday. So, when the cheque clears I'm going to go get my piercing I can't wait. It also means I'm going to be loaded for when I go up to Auckland for Opeth next month. Shopping in Auckland! Mawha.

Photos from the party to come, too. I just have to wait to get them sent to me (because silly me forgot to take a camera).


Edit: Clicky for drunken photos of the party. Kat = me, Adam = my boyfriend, and the rest are my friends, even if Dwight didn't know who they were when he was writing captions.