It's 4:20am and I have beer which means this is as good a time as ever to do a bit of an update.
It is actually quite strange getting into this journal thing again, I used to be pretty hardcore about it back in the day when having a livejournal was cool. Then along came myspace where paragraphs upon paragraphs telling tales of our lives were swiftly reduced to 10 word bulletins. Has the internet actually limited our ability to communicate? Or just to spell.
I'm undecided.
We shall just blame text messages then shall we?
I digress as always. Weekend!
Friday I set out to meet a friend for a couple of drinks... I really did mean a couple. A couple turned into far too many double jack and cokes and a very hazy couple of hours. By hazy I can remember nothing until 5am when I sprung awake pieced my life together and proceeded to spend the next 7 hours on the phone to a friend of mine. Yes, 7 bloody hours. What does anyone actually have to say for 7 hours? Especially when you speak to this certain someone practically every night/day of you existence by msn or even the dreaded text message, turns out quite a lot actually. We could have continued talking for another 7 if real life hadn't stepped in. I'm really in an odd place with this one. On paper it looks like madness so I shan't be putting in on the computer screen either. Who really wants a reality check?
Roll on June.
After the 7 hour phone call it was into the car and off to a rather large supermarket for BBQ supplys. Here is a picture.. of me.. on an esculator in a supermarket. The shades are no only making me look cool but they are also hiding my horrifically bloodshot hungover eyes. 2 birds and only 1 stone. Win win.
Awesome food and cherry lambrini was enjoyed by one and all before a quick powernap and off to JungleNation at Kef. Where I suitably danced like a fanny to some damn good Drum and Bass. I adore drum and bass and techno clubs and other such drug filled establishments because even if you're not on anything there is always a really great atmosphere that keeps your going with them. There are more friendly people and a whole lot more random chat on the go. Something that is seriously lacking in majority of all alternative clubs out there which have just turned into one giant fashion/popularity/hair contest that fails to interest me. Oh and don't even start me on the music these days. I can dance for a good 2 hours straight at a DnB club, at a rock club you are very lucky if its 2 songs in a row. Maybe I'm just getting fickle in my old age or maybe I'm just tiring of high school bullshit. Who knew your choice in nightclub could reflect so much about your life?
I guess that's the power of putting your thoughts into words and letting it flow.
Today after sleeping for a good 12 hours I dragged myself out of bed and back into the city to see my friends new band Attack The Hive who were incredibly enjoyable, easily one of my favourite local bands I have heard in ever such a long time. Contemplating driving down to my home city to catch them again on Tuesday. Which would also mean getting all my washing done for free by MommaNerve and plus if ever there was one.
Alas, however, my beer is now gone and so too much I end this post. I think I'm going to watch a little TV I have downloaded then get some sleep before having to get up for university in 5 hours.
Oh. May as well end on a picture, I was hoping to have all the photos of us in JungleNation alas however I've only got the one back, but here you go. Lil' old me in smiling shocker!
xxx
It is actually quite strange getting into this journal thing again, I used to be pretty hardcore about it back in the day when having a livejournal was cool. Then along came myspace where paragraphs upon paragraphs telling tales of our lives were swiftly reduced to 10 word bulletins. Has the internet actually limited our ability to communicate? Or just to spell.
I'm undecided.
We shall just blame text messages then shall we?
I digress as always. Weekend!
Friday I set out to meet a friend for a couple of drinks... I really did mean a couple. A couple turned into far too many double jack and cokes and a very hazy couple of hours. By hazy I can remember nothing until 5am when I sprung awake pieced my life together and proceeded to spend the next 7 hours on the phone to a friend of mine. Yes, 7 bloody hours. What does anyone actually have to say for 7 hours? Especially when you speak to this certain someone practically every night/day of you existence by msn or even the dreaded text message, turns out quite a lot actually. We could have continued talking for another 7 if real life hadn't stepped in. I'm really in an odd place with this one. On paper it looks like madness so I shan't be putting in on the computer screen either. Who really wants a reality check?
Roll on June.
After the 7 hour phone call it was into the car and off to a rather large supermarket for BBQ supplys. Here is a picture.. of me.. on an esculator in a supermarket. The shades are no only making me look cool but they are also hiding my horrifically bloodshot hungover eyes. 2 birds and only 1 stone. Win win.
Awesome food and cherry lambrini was enjoyed by one and all before a quick powernap and off to JungleNation at Kef. Where I suitably danced like a fanny to some damn good Drum and Bass. I adore drum and bass and techno clubs and other such drug filled establishments because even if you're not on anything there is always a really great atmosphere that keeps your going with them. There are more friendly people and a whole lot more random chat on the go. Something that is seriously lacking in majority of all alternative clubs out there which have just turned into one giant fashion/popularity/hair contest that fails to interest me. Oh and don't even start me on the music these days. I can dance for a good 2 hours straight at a DnB club, at a rock club you are very lucky if its 2 songs in a row. Maybe I'm just getting fickle in my old age or maybe I'm just tiring of high school bullshit. Who knew your choice in nightclub could reflect so much about your life?
I guess that's the power of putting your thoughts into words and letting it flow.
Today after sleeping for a good 12 hours I dragged myself out of bed and back into the city to see my friends new band Attack The Hive who were incredibly enjoyable, easily one of my favourite local bands I have heard in ever such a long time. Contemplating driving down to my home city to catch them again on Tuesday. Which would also mean getting all my washing done for free by MommaNerve and plus if ever there was one.
Alas, however, my beer is now gone and so too much I end this post. I think I'm going to watch a little TV I have downloaded then get some sleep before having to get up for university in 5 hours.
Oh. May as well end on a picture, I was hoping to have all the photos of us in JungleNation alas however I've only got the one back, but here you go. Lil' old me in smiling shocker!
xxx
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And may I say that was quite the eloquent blog for 4.20am. I end up abandoning all hope when attempting a late night drunken blog. Sometimes I have awoke to find that I have been merrily posting over message boards I participate in (off-site) and have no recollection of doing it. Then it's the onerous task of trawling through my posts, removing anything inflammatory or offensive correcting grammar and spelling as I go. That's always fun.
Anyhoo, mail me lady.