Great. Now I have a headache.

Why can't I do anything right? And why won't people stop pointing that out?

Drink You Sober

I like those friends with boyfriends who can hang out with just a group of girls, without looking slightly uncomfortable because they're not clinging onto a boy. There are just those friends who look freaking forlorn and small when they're not with the boyfriends, and it makes me uncomfortable looking at them. It's like they don't remember what it was like BB- Before Boyfriend. And it's almost like they spend their time with an underlying accusatory hunch, like their LOVE OF THEIR LIVESSSSS should have been invited. It's kinda sad.

Sad Thing

Crap, I just realised the last few years of my life have been kinda humiliating.

SMACK THAT!

So, sometimes you come across those people who seem to have life always go their way with little effort. Were they homeless saints in a past life or something? Because I have a feeling I must have been a filthy rich mass murderer.

Pony Up

Yet another family thing I've lied to get out of. I can't handle acting polite today, when I'm thinking, 'EFF YOU ALLLLLLLL'. Just really not in the mood for it today.

I think Vietnam kinda messed me up a bit. I can't even really look at the photos I took without feeling slightly ill, a bit nauseous. It's gone so far that I can't even wear the clothes I took over to Vietnam. At the very last choice, I will wear a shirt, but it will make me nauseous. Towards the end of the trip, I was getting headaches everyday. It was a strange thing. Thinking about travelling anywhere now makes me feel sick- I don't think I will ever do the travel thing. I'm not made for it, which is pretty disappointing.

It was also probably because of the fact that I had no one to really talk to- no internet, phone bills massive, and people who didn't speak English. Vietnamese is pretty much my second language, and I hate speaking it to other people, other then my parents. So, for a month, I was kinda silent. I spoke such little English, that when I came back, my brother in law joked that I sounded rusty, but in actual fact, I had the slightest trouble making grammatical sense for the first day or so...or maybe that's just me most of the time.

Anyway, I'm just glad I'm back here. When I was overseas, I didn't realise at the time how homesick I was until the night before we were leaving for Australia when all I dreamt about was sitting in my dad's car and being driven home down my street to my house.

Feels Like Home

So I've just come back from the 'motherland', and I think I've had enough long distance travelling for the next few years. I've learnt from going overseas is that for the rest of my life, I'm never going to be a traveller, and definitely not a backpacker. I think I'd just complain the whole time.

During the month overseas, there were all these things I made a mental note to blog about...but now I can't remember anything. My bad memory kills me sometimes. It was going to be all witty and shit too. Damn it.

What's My Age Again?

To think that, exactly a year ago at this time (1:46pm) on a Wednesday, I was at school and eating lunch with a large group of friends is really laughable to me right now. A lunch packed by mum, right down to the lovingly packed salted apples (so that they wouldn't go brown by the time it was lunch) that I would distribute because there was so many damned pieces of apples. And that I was in a school uniform, with that effing top button done up and getting kicked out of our year 12 foyer. I find it really weird that I was in this same state of mind just last year, yet I was still being told to pick up rubbish, and having to ask for signature permission to go to the toilets. I think if I was told to do any of that now, I would just tell them to shove it up their arses. I guess this is called growing up or something.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #5

Walking into the shared bathroom to see the Really Tall Guy (cause you don't know his name) washing his arms in the shower. You can tell it's him cause you can see from his torso up, over the shower door. You have to shower later cause if you do while he showers, all he needs to do is turn his head to see you naked in the next shower stall.

Celebration Guns

Strange, but I think it just finally hit me (even after all these months of bitching) and honestly I never knew losing a friend could hurt so much.

A Moment

Today, I was in the uni library and was really hungry. I was walking to the stairs when I caught a whiff of tacos, and thought it smelled delicious. Suddenly I realised it was the guy in front of me 's B.O.

Lowest point of my life.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #4

Not being able to understand the doctor with the heavy accent.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!"

24

Sometimes I wonder, am I paranoid?

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #3

Listening to other people poo.

Sociopath

It's like my hall neighbours hibernated in winter, and then spring dawns and they come out of their little dark rooms, rubbing their eyes, and start acting like people with ADD, but with alcohol. I've been woken up for the past three days by thumping music, when always the night before, they've been thumping music until 4am, screaming like freaking banshees. They do seem to have a little bit of consideration- they don't turn up the bass full blast, wow. I don't understand how the rest of the building who aren't part of this group don't want to throttle them too. I'm so near breaking point. I've thrown things against the wall because they've started this loud music while I was studying. I know I could call Security, but who wants to make enemies with people they live with? Alcohol + Spring + Music = Douchebaggery.

Why can't they at least play good music?!

Lost

What I don't understand is how some people can constantly talk about money. I didn't realise that leaving high school would introduce me to people who were actually like this. My course I suppose, is just full of people who are doing it for the belief of making 'millions' in the future. But c'mon people. Did each of you think you'd all come out with this degree, thinking you'd be millionaires within the next ten years? All of you. ALL OF YOU. Stop fucking complaining that "oh noooo I don't think we can make that much money....we might as well be teachers or real estate agents...they made more money." THEN GO AND BE FUCKING TEACHERS OR FUCKING REAL ESTATE AGENTS. Do they also not seem to understand, that with any career, you need to build yourself up? That there probably isn't some undodgy career out there that really pays you your 'worthy' bucks straight off? I hate hate hate it when they all start to talk about money...and it's now becoming a constant thing while eating dinner. Fucking hell I'd rather eat by myself.

SO:LO

I hate it when people tell me what to do. Especially when they're not my parents. Get the fuck over yourselves. Don't be so self righteous and see me as someone to take care of. Don't.

Dancing With Myself

For the past two nights, around this time, I've been feeling this real intense excitement and nervousness...for no reason.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #2

Saying 'Hello/I'm good thanks' in reply to someone who's talking to someone else.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #1

Walking out the door at the same time as someone else. Has happened to me three times now.

Such A Rush

Just heard people walking outside my door:

Guy: Guess what? Second HD.

Girl: Yayyy!!

WHAT?! Even the alcoholics are able to get HD's. That's bloody depressing.

As The Stars Fall

Am waiting anxiously to get back to Wagga. Going to be road trippin' with a friend because I didn't book train tickets in time. Fun, fun for all.

Letter Of Credit

Aaaaaaand I sit back down because I'm a coward. Or have too much pride. Whatever.

Violet Hill

It's the second day of spring and the weather is making me really happy. It's strange, because weather usually doesn't affect me this much. The crap thing is though, I'm at my desk supposedly studying. I opened the window next to my desk, just to let a nice breeze in, like I used to do all last year when I felt like I hadn't felt fresh air in a very long time.

In other news from my crappy life, this morning a police officer knocked on our door and asked us whether we had seen anything suspicious because last night, our neighbours across the street had the tyres of all four cars slashed. Later on they came to our house and told us to be wary of the new neighbours next door to them- apparently last night they had called the police and made a noise complaint about the new neighbours...and suddenly this morning their car tyres are slashed. It's freaking scary- it's like our street has suddenly turned all ghetto on us; with the graffiti on our fence as well. Lucky Garrick had parked his car in our front driveway last night, which he hardly ever does, or his car tyres would have been slashed too.

Music Box

Is it strange that the smell of my textbook for Microbiology reminds me of summer? And every time I get a whiff, it gives me an excited feeling? Very strange...

Neurosis

I thought that at the end of last year, it would be the end of the torture of academic competition. You know, after competing with tens of thousands of students, I thought that it was over. Over. Finally freaking bloody over. But now. In this ridiculous course, these ridiculous people...they're more competitive then what I've experienced ten times over. Which is shit, because my motivation days are over. I thought uni was supposed to be about laid back learning, do whatever and just get a 'Pass'; enjoying life before the actual real world. Oh yeah and get a degree. But holy mother crapola. These people are insane. They have not lived!

LIVE PEOPLE, LIVE!!!!

Rolling In On A Burning Tyre

I feel like being cruel to my dad's ugly fishes. Apparently they ate all the other smaller ones and terrorised them to death. So every time I pass the tank I scare the crap out of them and they run to their little corner to hide, and I can hear them bump the side of the tank in haste of hiding from me. Hateful, stupid fishes.

Walk It Off

Going home this Friday. So fucking glad.

A Lack Of Colour

The following is an excerpt from the life of a teenager.

So I have this friend, T. She first started hanging out with this guy accidentally- she had been interested in his friend at the time. They started becoming really good 'study buddies' and for a couple of weeks, everyone told her (including me) that he seemed to like her more then just as platonic friends. But she kept saying that she wasn't interested, that she wasn't attracted to him, etc. We told her she was in denial, and so slowly, she realised that she did like the guy. Then she began crushing on him bigtime. She looked up 'Signs to tell he likes you' on google, and she tried them out- the whole 'accidentally' placing your leg next to his, see if he moves away kind of thing. Everyone thought that he really liked her. Then on the night of our course ball at the pub after party, apparently he told her that they needed to 'talk'. [Meanwhile, I was back at the venue, waiting for a taxi to take me there.] She had thought that finally, he would ask her out. Instead, he told her that he 'just wanted to be friends'. She was horrified. She sent me a text, 'Where are you guys? I need you! He just rejected me!'

We thought he was such a jerk, leading her on all that time, flirting like crazy with her. In the following days, his excuses were 'it's because I don't want to date someone in the same course'. Which was a pretty lame excuse. Finally, we found out that he had thought that she wanted to hook up with him that night, not go out with him. We deduced a drunk friend had told him that. And they spoke about what happened. But he never asked her out. But he also never said he didn't like her in that way either. So now T is in a conundrum, because for some reason, she's still crazy about him. And even as we speak, she's sending me lyrics over MSN from songs such as 'Stuck On You' by Stacie Orrico, 'relating' to her life. Seriously. They've remained study buddies, but she's hoping that if she keeps talking to him, then he'll realise that 'she's the girl for him'. And that's the sad bit about it. I still think he's a bit of a jerk. Surely he can see now that she likes him? And yet, he doesn't make the line clear. Freaking penis people.

Run A Mile

At times like these, (even though I have only one freaking exam), I ask myself, why am I at uni again?!

If I'm Saying Nothing

I don't feel like myself out here. Corny as it sounds, there isn't anyone out here that I can relate to properly, joke with in my type of humour, or see life as it is. Because of this, I'm acting a like a complete jerk to everyone. They're nice people, don't get me wrong, but I feel so freaking disconnected to them. I want to pick fights with them over every small thing that they say. I don't laugh at their jokes...not on purpose, but cause I don't find them funny. I'm constantly thinking about life back in Melbourne, and how much better it would have been there for my social sanity if I'd just stayed. This better be worth it.

Let's Call It Off

It's kinda shitty that I genuinely do want to stop talking to my high school friends. Actually, it's really not that hard to not talk to them, to not stay in touch. After high school, without the school work chatter, it made me question just exactly how I had ever maintained friendships with these people. I think it must have been the isolation, the shelter of high school I went through- I didn't have other people and other experiences.

Not to sound crappily corny, but we have different things we expect in life. I don't know whether it's because I've changed, or they have, or it's always been like this... but the things they want? Yeah, the things they think they can't live without, don't exactly coincide with what I want. To use my sister's term, they've become more 'yuppie', more into buying stupid shit. From the little I talk to them now, it seems their thoughts are filled and consumed with this crap.

I said at the start of the year that it didn't matter anyway, since they were barely keeping in touch, consumed by their own lives but now that they have an inkling of us slipping away, some are trying. Sure, try away. It still doesn't change the fact that I don't give a crap about what you talk about. It's incessant and ridiculous.

And if someone from that group happens to pass this blog, I have to say that I don't regret it. I just regret that I didn't realise earlier.

A Lack Of Armour

At times like these, I wish I hadn't neglected developing the basic female skill of putting on makeup. My course's ball is on tomorrow and I'm hating the fact that my hand shakes when I put on liquid eyeliner and the fact that I look patchy when I attempt foundation. My past self happily sits all natural, while my present self curses it into oblivion.

Shit Song

Country life is already driving me insane. Not so much the hills and farmland, but more so the people. So incredibly self absorbed, self centred and self righteous. It's making me feel so bloody irritated and sulky all the freaking time. I think now they just think I'm like this normally, and that it's my personality. Yeah, I do feel bad 'cause I'm constantly snapping at them, or just nodding curtly at whatever they say, but I really really really don't care about your problems. I have never met someone with such superficial problems, who believes that they are more serious then third world poverty.

Everyone here. I don't know what to say. I'm thinking about a group of people in particular who are all so effing arrogant. They may be the biggest douches in the world, and I worry for their patients in the future. How they hell did they get into this course? Personality wise, I'm more worried that they'll kill people in the future with negligence, because they just seem like the type of people who would be stupid and selfish enough to go to work high.

URGH. I'm going to go strangle some tumbleweed or something.

Face Down In The Right Town

I know I probably really shouldn't judge people I don't know very well, but sometimes I meet someone (or in this case, a group of people) who I just get a bad vibe from. I've gotten bad feelings from people I don't know before, but not very often; they haven't done anything to me, but it's that weird feeling you get. Like I can see that they're genuinely bad people. That they're dodgy and seedy, and that I should run far far away from them.

TIme Lapse Lifeline

Do you sometimes ever get that uncomfortable feeling that someone doesn't really like you, even though you haven't done anything to them.... or nothing you know of? At uni there's this girl I've spoken to a couple of times over the year so far, and everything was alright until the start of this semester. Maybe it's the insecurities I have, but every time I see her now, I get the distinct feeling she isn't happy to see me and that she brushes me off. I've asked a friend about it, and she says it's 'just me' and it's all in my head. I guess it could just be me being paranoid, but I can't shake off the feeling I've done something wrong.

Headlights On Dark Roads

I didn't mean to go out last night/this morning, but I guess it might have been worth it in the end. It was the last event for the school, before it's bar closed down for renovations, so I was dragged out to 'partay it up'.

Afterwards we ended up at a bar outside of uni, in town. I was tired, cold and sober so I wasn't having much fun. As we climbed on the bus to take us back to uni at 2am, a drunken girl from third or fourth year climbed and sat on my lap and her legs on another girl next to me, to make room for others to squish onto the bus (I was sitting on the long chairs at the back). Throughout the bus ride, she was surprisingly coherent, albeit slightly slurred, but she was talking to the girl next to me about a student exchange she came back from. It was like a bloody scene out of a slightly humorous, yet heartwarming movie; I was looking out the window, watching the lights from the uni fly by, as I listened to the girl on my lap talk about how she came back this year to find that all her friends had already graduated, and that it was like 'the world is different'. She explained how the first year at this uni was the best year of her life, and when she arrived back, it just wasn't the same. And like in a TV show like Grey's Anatomy, I realised that the drunk girl on my lap was talking some truth about my own life. I don't want to stay back another year here, and see my friends graduate without me. It's given me some sort of motivation for the next two years of cramming the subject I failed this year. I don't want to be a sad drunk like that girl. Maybe she sat on my lap for a reason, and not because she wanted to get home. Maybe she sat there cause I needed the bit of motivation to get myself going again.

*Name of the TV show of my life fades to screen*

Also, I saw him and he knows my name, much to my surprise.

The Prayer

Fingers crossed to not having to stay here another year, and that it works out. Damn you failure. But then again, why am I not surprised?

Kill

Fuck. That's all I have to say right now. I am the biggest dipshit on the face of this earth. Why should my parents trust me with my money now? The day I get a one thousand dollar payment, is the same day I go blow $470 on a fucking dress I don't need. I go back today and I can't get a full refund. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm not that type of person to fucking spend that much money on a dress. Or anything for that matter. I am so unbelievably pissed with myself. Such pure idiocy. Shoot me now.

Things Are Getting Better

2 Days

Should I be studying right now? Yes.

Am I studying right now? Nope.

Whoops.

You Don't Know Anything

Life is kinda good. Do you agree?

Home

Home Home Home Home Home

Supermassive Black Hole

Crap. I think I've failed a unit. That means I'll have to stay back for another half a year. Crap. What and how am I going to tell my parents when the results come out?

Corners Of Your Mind

A couple of months ago, I had this weird dream where I was walking down the hallway of my house. At the hallway, you can see through the door that leads to my living room, and I could see the white fan that's usually there and also all these white little paper bags lined up. I can still distinctly remember that. It was also nighttime in my dream. It was a very brief scene and when I woke up, I didn't really think much of it.

About a month or so before my sister's wedding, and just before I left for country life, I was up late and walking down my hallway to the bathroom when I realised that the door to the hallway and living room was open, and it was the exact scene I saw. The little white bags were the twenty or so bags I had made by hand for about three days for my sister's wedding, and we didn't have anywhere to put them, so my mum had lined them up in the living room. The white fan was there, and the glow of the living room lamp was there too. I wasn't exactly freaked out, but just like 'Oh, that was in my dream'. It was a very odd moment for me there. I think many people have stories like this, no?

The Best Thing

I love that at night and when I'm outside the University Library that I can random 'baaaaaa' in the distance. Gotta love the country.

Comin' Home

11 Days

I'm glad this homesickness didn't kick in until now, when I'm nearly going back home. I can't believe it's been two months since I've seen my family, eaten Vietnamese food and been in my room. The fact that I haven't been in my bedroom is amazing to me. For the last few years of my life, particularly the last two years, I was locked away in my room for crazy amount of hours. Now I'm here and I'm actually going outside yeah that's right outside my room into the air with trees and other people. Okay so I wasn't that bad, but I've never walked so much in the open air in my life. But I still miss home. And I'm glad I'm going back so soon. Life has changed so much.

Unlike Me

A lot of the people I know don't deserve all the good things they've received. I'm being incredibly bitter because I think I have a right to be. Unless there is some magical shit that's going to be happening to me in the future, I'm going to remain bitter for a very very long time.

They didn't work hard. Yet they got the rewards in the end. They didn't deserve it at all. They did not deserve it.

Because life comes easily to them. Why does this happen so frequently for them, while I get to feel like I'm struggling everyday?

And when they just brush it aside, and don't realise they have it good? Yeah. That makes me want to slap them in the face.

Ungrateful. Leave me alone. I don't want to know you people anymore.

Warning Sign

Please stop telling me what to do. Or I will eventually punch you.

Believe me Natalie

I cannot believe I actually reacted that way. Seriously. I'm studying at my university's 24/7 computer labs and suddenly my friend yells out, 'OH MY GOD, MOUSE!!' and I scream. And jump on a chair. Like those 1950's housewives. Wow. I realised at approximately 1am that I'm one giant idiot.

A Million Ways

15 days until I'm back home.

I'm really starting to crave my mum's home food, even down to the cabbage soup. That's right. Cabbage boiled in water. With proper rice, and not that dry crap non-asians have been making. With fresh chilli cut into soy sauce. And non fattening food. All the good stuff.

We Never Change

I don't know why I dislike them so much now. Thinking about them makes me annoyed and upset that they're not the type of people I'd want to talk to or meet up with. I honestly don't care whether I see them ever again.

Maybe it's because I'm bitter about the fact that they are representative of how life can come so easily to a lot of people. I think it's a mixture of jealously and annoyance that I can't stand to talk to them anymore. But....I don't think I'm wrong in saying that I'm pretty sure they've all changed into people I won't come to ever care about. I just don't like them anymore.

Everything's Not Lost

Is it weird that I'm beginning to feel sad about leaving this place in four years? I think it's because I know that I always grow unusual attachments to a lot of things. I've only been here for around two months and I'm already feeling emotional that I'll never have to one day, wake up in this place ever again in a few years. I'm not so much feeling attached as yet, but....I don't know how to express it properly. I think it's because I know how I'll be in the future, like I am now- I miss high school, even though the last few years contained some of my worst experiences to date. I form these weird attachments to everything, regardless of the experience.

Also, why does it feel like I'm living in a memory everyday?

Tiny Little Fractures

It's a week before mid session exams and I'm praying that I won't fail any subjects. Inconsiderate neighbours blasting their music and screaming on a Sunday when it's a week before exams is really really starting to annoy me. Look, just because you people aren't completing proper degrees, does not mean you can't be, you know, be a bit more QUIET for those who are actually studying to get somewhere in life. Go back to your freaking farms and milk the cows. You're more useful there.

*As I hear gagging sounds of people throwing up outside*

Lovely.

The Ice Is Getting Thinner

I hate how everyone is so vapid here. It's incredibly frustrating to have the conversations always turning to be about the person I'm trying to talk to. I miss home. A lot.

They think they can offer advice. But they didn't live through the shit I've had to live through which makes me so frustrated when they think they're offering me wise words. Fact is, it just pisses me off. Okay so I understand that they may be trying to be kind, but sometimes the way that the 'wise words' are imparted just makes me want to scream. It can just be so patronising.

So don't think that you're doing me a favour.

City of Delusion

Just because I'm in the mood, I'll post another entry.

So there's this person. I'm not going to name names, but there's someone I can't stop thinking about. And it's bad. Very bad. Because it's never going to happen. And that aspect of my life right now is complicated. More complicated then it would have been had I stayed back home for university. Though I guess I can say that back home, just less then a year ago, life was still complicated. In all aspects.

The only good thing that is coming out of all this is that I am never bored here.

Misery Business

So it's been a while since I've posted something. I knew this would happen. I came back to the country and my life's just been consumed with a lot of crap.

Right now, I'm sitting here listening to my neighbour's loud music and drunken yelling as I stare at my assignment and exam revision. Yuck. The good thing is that I'll be back home in about three weeks for a month or so. It's all highly exciting in the life of Anna. To spice things up, I shall post up the long awaited pictures of the tumbleweeds. And let me say, these pictures don't do justice- it was amazing the amount of weeds tumblin' around.

Back In Our Town

DAY ONE

Went to shower. Okay, so hello a billion moths. I'm not surprised. I couldn't handle showering there so I decided to go to another residential building. It's completely pitch black and the other residential building is sort of placed in a sunken bit of land, so there you have to actually walk down some stairs. Because it was dark, I hadn't realised that I had just walked into calve deep tumbleweed. Something happened over the two weeks I was back at home, but the tumbleweeds seem to have multiplied and multiplied and multiplied. So there I was wading through tumbleweeds to get to a decent shower that didn't have as many moths. I shall post some pictures up later of the tumbleweed takeover. And okay, it's not technically Day One, but as a heading it looks kind of dramatic. I like dramatic.

Welcome back to your four years Anna.

I Am Somebody

I found out a couple of days ago that I have relatives in San Diego. My sister and I only found out because they sent wedding invitations to our dad's cousin's son's wedding. Then I found out my dad's cousin's daughter is named Anne, with the same last name, attends CSU, (which is the same acronym name as my university), and is the unbeatable champion of Band Hero. The coincidences in life huh?

I'm also back in the country tomorrow. Goodbye civilisation, hello tumbleweeds.

Walking On A Dream

I hate it when someone starts telling me about a dream. So I'm going to tell you about mine.

A few nights ago, I dreamt of hearing about a car crash involving a young woman. The car had gone head first into one of the residential buildings at my university. I don't know what the dream version of myself was thinking, but I ran to the site and looked into the car. The lady's face (as in skull bones) was all completely shattered and she looked mutilated. Her face also had this weird light green tinge to it. That scene disturbed me in the dream and still did throughout the day. Just the shot of her face collapsed on itself is still very clear. Dream interpretation time...? Nah, I'm not that sad.

Here It Goes Again

Anyone who keeps a blog knows that whenever they're updating it, they're avoiding some other task that they really should be doing instead. That's why right now I'm trying to ignore that pile of work next to my right hand, murmuring evil comments like, 'you're going to fail'. Okay, yeah not really, my work doesn't speak to me.

I'm going back to the country/university next week, and I'm so very excited to see what influx of insects there will be this time. Over the month that I'd been there, there has been masses of grasshoppers, moths, then mosquitoes that have thought the shower was quite a nice place to inhabit. There have been countless times in which I had to stop myself from screaming as a few grasshoppers jumped around me as I showered. And when I was studying at my desk...

'Huh. Some dark mass has just jumped onto my arm. Huh.' *shakes arm*

'Huh. Now it's on my leg.' *time to jump out of my chair like a woman on fire*

By this point I'm shaking my limbs wildly, still trying not to scream. Then I managed to trap it under my bin, and it was released by my brother in law (who was visiting with my family) the next day.

"It's just a grasshopper."

Yeah, well. Doesn't make it any less disgusting.

No, it's not that bad out there in the country. It's grown on me, though my thoughts at the start were pretty murderous. And mostly along the lines of:

"WHY ME?! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!"

I remember thinking I needed change, last year. Who knew that the change was going to be this drastic.

Makes Me Wonder

Prior to my making of this blog, I'd always felt kind of bad for people whose blogs I read and they generally had little or no comments at all. But now I understand why they keep posting. It doesn't matter if anyone is actually reading or not- some people just want to get things off their chests. I personally wouldn't mind readers (preferably strangers), but I don't care whether I get a single follower or not.

Wow, only my third post and I'm already starting to sound like a complete douche.

Clean and Sober

So just returning from an 18th birthday party, I'm still here sitting in my dress and makeup. It was a sit down dinner party, so it was a nice break from the sleaze and alcohol fuelled parties of the past....and present. It's the first party since my going away, and so it has been a while since I've seen many of my friends. There is a lot of crap underlying that statement, but I'll leave that for time.

And, okay I don't care, I'm going to title my posts with song names. I've seen cornier things.

First

So here's to hoping that this isn't another blog that I will look back at in the future and cringe myself to death with. It's a cringe-free zone...

...hopefully.