We put our faces on, do our hair and slowly get dressed, all while knocking back a few ‘pre-drinks’. We get in a cab, we stand in the line, we pay our money and we get in. Next stop, the bar. After knocking back a few you suddenly feel queasy. Too much vodka in quick succession was a bad idea, so you stumble towards the toilets and perform a little act that I like to call ‘The Courtesy Spew’. Step up to the bowl, get those first few drinks out of your system and head straight back to the bar so your night can really get started.
| Belated Teen Angst Guy: | your soo shit |
| Amelia: | Why! |
| Belated Teen Angst Guy: | because your a shit human |
| Amelia: | What the fuck did I do now? |
| Belated Teen Angst Guy: | nothing, thats the point |
| Belated Teen Angst Guy: | dont even try to say hello next time you see me |
then you’re not really making one are you?
Someone STOLE MY CAMERA…and my laptop has passed on…hence my lack of WRITING ANYTHING WORTH READING.
Sorry.
I am young. I am yet to turn twenty one. Doesn’t that mean I should be having the time of my life right now? Isn’t this the time that we should all out be celebrating our youths? And yet, no one wants to party with me!
My mother and my father both told me within 24 hours of each other that I need to ‘look after myself better’. In those exact words. You cannot realise the uncanniness of this until you understand that my parents do not speak to each other and on the rare instances that they do, it’s only to hurl abuse in each other’s direction. Maybe it’s the universe’s way of telling me that I need to actually pay attention to myself.
There’s been alot going on. My best friend’s boyfriend is currently incarcerated for a crime that he only partially comitted. This has taken a huge toll on my friend. She’s lost her support system, the person who pays the rent for the house she lives in and HER BOYFRIEND, which is a really difficult thing to have to experience. I’ve tried as much as I can to step up for her and help her out as much as I can. Plus I’ve only recently started a new job & for the first week, I worked about 57 hours. So it’s been a strange couple of weeks.
I’m currently sick with Gastroenteridis though I’m dosed up enough to not have to actually FEEL the symptoms of my illness. My registration for my car is becoming closer and closer and rather than spend 1500$ getting it fixed and registered, I’m going to spend 150$ getting a new safety rail and then selling it to whoever will have it for 500$. I ran into another car yesterday, and then drove off and laughed about it. I am so far out of my own conscious I don’t even know what’s going on around me half the time.
I would really really love a haircut, but alas now have the money but not the TIME. Pick me a haircut and keep in mind my fringe is short.
I am about the tiredest dude. I got a job on Wednesday and have since worked 41 hours, with another 8.5 tomorrow, and more probably after that. My life currently consists of eating, driving, working and sleeping. Oh & being sick with the flu which, unlike the other things, isn’t any fun at all. Once the holidays are over work will slow down and I’ll be able to settle down a little bit. I haven’t even seen Bananas for a week, which is like trying to live an entire week without your left leg. If you’re not used to doing so, that is. I made the decision to book and pay for my half sleeve to be coloured when my tax comes back and I’m getting an entirely new tattoo & you’ll never guess where.
Coming to you from a current state of drugged up hyperactivity,
Amelia.
I got a job. I work at the movies.