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Just a minor post to let you all know what I’m doing.
I’m going to Western Australia tomorrow during the day - my grandfather has been battling prostate cancer for quite some time now, and his doctors have told my sister to gather all his family together. So, we’re going to WA. I’ll be back Thursday or Friday.
The verdict is in, and the LAN was decent. Stinking hot, lots of fun, crazily exciting, surprisingly upsetting and full of leeching. So, overall? Decent.
Firstly. Fuck! How hot was it! It was so, so ridiculously hot. As you’ll see in the photos, my god, we were all stinky and sweaty and disgusting. It cooled down after midnight, but I had a shower and stuff to cool down before then, so that was good. I wore my ridiculously comfortable pyjama pants, which was definitely a good call, even though they’re practically falling off me, these days 
I discovered that I enjoy Panic! At The Disco, which shits me. I can’t help it, they’re a lot of fun. You can just happily bop the day away - and they’re horridly addictive. I leeched a whole bunch of stuff, got plenty of hugs from Blair and Mutch, and caught up with Killswitch like crazy. It was great.
Ian was there, and that was uncool. I think I’m all okay, and then I see him, and then I’m much less okay. Tearfully much less okay, and I’m not down with that. Torn between wanting to maim and wanting to hug. It’s just a little messed up. You people need to keep me more occupied, damnit.
I’m going to go upload some photos. Mucheros love to all of you.
Seriously, my god my god my god.
Last night was interesting, awesome, painful and horribly mortifying. Someone needs to take away my phone so I can’t drunk dial anymore. Drunk dial, yell and cry and yell and then cry more, be extremely noisy so people’s neighbours get upset and yell at them. I can’t even begin to explain how mortified I am right now that I acted like such a fucking idiot. I apologised over and over to Tom today, so I hope he’s not pissed at me.
As I was just saying to Rach on msn… I don’t even know where so much angst came from. I thought I was well and truly finished with being the crying girl, but.. my goodness.
All that junk aside, *huge grin* Rachel is way cool and I’m totally glad she’s here. Before all the Jessica-induced crazy melodrama, we were having a kickass time. And the garlic bread was the best call ever.
Anyway, i’m going to go back to hiding in my room and pretending like none of this ever happened. Have an awesome day, everyone!
Okay, just so you know? I love my friends. I’m pretty much convinced that my friends are the most amazing people in the universe, no joke.
So right now? I’d kind of like to sit down in my drunken, post party state and say (in the grinchiest manner possible) Merry Christmas, and a hopefully exciting new year. I love you all. I hope your new year is prosperous and amazing as I plan mine will be. And a massive thanks to everyone who volunteered to beat the crap out of Ian. Although I have vehemently rejected all your offers so far, I’m extremely appreciative.
Now! Lots of shoutouts to all the awesome people. (Don’t get all pissy if you’re way down the bottom/not here at all, I’m still updating this crap. And, i’m only writing about people as I think of nice things to say about them, so maybe if you’re way down the bottom THERE ISNT MUCH NICE IN YOU no I kid, I love you all.)
I’m going to start with Ashley! because he’s amazing. Ashley we absolutely must go restauranting and shopping because that’s how we roll. Mwah. I think I started with you because I know you’re one of my most avid readers and I love that. Love it to little tiny chunks.
Andrew, I am incredibly envious of how well your arse has held up even though you’re so 20 years old right now. Seriously, my god, you’re freaking ancient. I love old people though, so you’re lucky. I don’t love them like THAT though, so, you know, you’ll have to settle with just the platonic kind of loving.
Joel I am so ridiculously proud of you and your uni marks and I’ve got as much as I can cross crossed for the PHD business. Finish watching Grey’s already so we can gossip about it more over goon. OH AND WE HAVE TO GOON IT UP HARD. ASAP.
Grant, I miss sitting with you! Please please please change teams soon so I can sit with you again and so I don’t call Rob “Grant” anymore. It’s just not cricket.
FatMan won’t bother reading the blog anyway so it doesn’t really matter what I type about him. DOES IT? HUH?? No sir. I love him to bits, and he already knew that.
Danny I promise you that this year will be better. We’ve both had fairly substantial emotional setbacks this year and I know that I can’t even begin to understand how messed your situation was, I hope you know I always have your back. Always. As in, until I die. My dying breath will be “THAT WHORE!”, if you feel like yelling that for a while.
Tom you c*nt, learn to be a gentleman. I don’t really have much to say to you that you don’t already know but jesus, you’re fantastic, and we need to hang out constantly. Well, not constantly, because you can be a bit of a whore, but you know what I mean. No I’m kidding you’re crazy I love you.
Rach! You just talked to me on msn and I can’t believe after talking about beating up Ian you weren’t way up the top! Even though we met under some pretty horrible and slightly hilarious circumstances, I think you’re really awesome and I can tell we’re totally going to click when you come to Brisbane. Think of all the drinking! The half-hearted hung-over sight seeing! The ice cream! Going to be awesome frog:
Mals, thanks for taking me under your wing and educating me about boys the minute you met me. I love you to bits for it, and that you’ve always accepted me for exactly how cool I am already. That, and you get me, you do. We’ve absolutely gotta hang out more this year.
Cindy and Will (because I know Cindy TOTALLY reads this from time to time), thankyou for always dragging me out of my shell and inviting me to things, I’m such a slackarse that I’d just sit at home curled under a blanket watching blackbooks otherwise. Even though i’ve had to pike most of the time for shitty work. An even huger thanks for the super uber parties.
Speaking of super uber parties, BLAIR AND SNUFFY, you guys. You guys. I love your damn parties, they’re so much awesome fun. You should have more. Like, perhaps some kind of continuous party where people just drunkenly come and go? I don’t know, but I love your work, I do.
Joe Tong never reads my blog anyway, but Joe you are the gookiest chink in the world and I totally, completely <3 you.
MICHAEL! MY MICHAEL! Michael, you’re one of the best internet buddies I ever had. I love your blog because your writing rocks and you crack me the fuck up pretty much every post. And how fucking GOOD was Opeth?
Frostylu, thankyou so much for always being there for me. This year wouldn’t have been as easy if you hadn’t always been here for me to pull my hair out at, and to rant and rave with, and I’m extremely appreciative. And holy cow, you sure know how to make a lass full of happy and surprise.
Cam, thanks for being the dorkman to my nublet. And stop being so darn cute. You know, for an old guy.
Willfor! Baby willfor, my 93% match or whatever the hell it was. We need to drink together more often because we have awesome barefoot shopping centre adventures. And thanks for the tiny teddies <3
Whalley, you’re a dork, and I CANT SEE YOU BECAUSE I’M JUST STROLLING PAST. Head held high and all that shit. Your new bag isn’t as bad as I pretend it is, just so you know.
I had a really unusual (but strangely enjoyable) evening.
I got home last night and I found that someone new had added me to msn. Turns it out was Tom’s friend Rachel. You know, the Rachel that the jew was staying with in Newcastle. The same Rachel that I’d been horribly envious of a while back even though she hadn’t done anything wrong at all. I’ll admit it, I was nervous. Seriously. I opened the window with shaky hands and opened the conversation with a nervous “Hey, who is this?”
After talking to her for all of three seconds I realised that I’d been an enormous idiot for disliking her in the slightest. So we talked. We traded stories about all the things that we should’ve taken notice of, all the red flags. All the horrible secret phone calls and sms- and the hilarious lies and fake tears. All the other girls that I found out about the other night. I’d usually feel a little bit ashamed about posting this on such a public medium, but.. eh. I’m so ridiculously proud of this girl.
I told her a few pretty upsetting things- she seemed a little shaken up, so I called her. We talked outside for a little while and then I figure she gathered up the courage to go inside and stick it to him. So she did. She went inside, and although I couldn’t really hear much, I was really impressed. She was upset, (clearly, but who freaking wouldn’t be) and I was yelling at him on the phone for being such an arsehole to someone so awesome.
The next thing I know, she was telling me on msn in great detail about how she slapped him. God damn, I was so proud. But it didn’t end there- she kicked him and his things out on the lawn and told him she never wanted to see him again.
I honestly couldn’t believe it- I really couldn’t believe that I could be so proud of someone that I’d spoken to for all of half an hour. We talked for a while after he was gone, and I know this sounds stupid? But this kind of thing tends to forge an unusual bond between people. It’s a little comforting to know that I’m not the only girl to ignore the signs just because you want someone to live up to your expectations more than anything. I can’t believe what a fucking idiot Ian is for doing this to her. Us, I guess. All of us.
Needless to say? I can’t wait to meet her someday.