Hello all!!!

Well, I'm back from my holidays and ready to blog.
Perhaps I should start by finishing what happened during my drunken night with Emma...

Well, yes, there was vodka and sake. Four glasses of vodka and lemon fizzy drink and four shots of sake to be exact. Happily I am a friendly, slightly sleepy drunk therefor I didn't really do any damage, except to Bull who I think I scared a little... he he. Always good to be creepy. All this drinking occured in the common room with some other chicks and Vic's(a girl on my block) friend Ash. Who invited me to an army party on Sunday to be picked up by army men... Now, even if I hadn't been going home on Saturday, this invite did not appeal to me. It sounded like a ticket for a lot of trouble. (Unfortunatly I decided in my drunkeness to text Elvis and tell him that some one wanted me to got to an army party to be picked up by soldiers and he apparently sent me text messages the next day, tried to call and sent me an email because he was worried about me. He's the sweetest. But my mobile phone has no reception at home and my folks have to internet. Ooops. I take this moment to apologise for making him worry unnescessarily until Thursday but I thank him for caring because it means a lot to me.)

Ok. Well, Bill dropped by to talk with us as we drank, let me half fall asleep on his shoulder and to call me 'indefinable'. Direct quote. Maybe he was joking, maybe he meant it in a bad way or maybe he was being sincere and wanted to tell me when I was smashed in a hope I might not remember... Hmmm. Maybe I'm reading too much into this...
Well, with Bill's help (hands off help, except for helping me with doublesided tape for my sluttish EXTREMLY low cut top)Emma and I got all dressed up, make-up and jewellry and all(being that we were drunk this was arduous). I even wore earings for the first time since my formal. Then in all our finery we walked to the uni club again at about 11... I think. Time is not my best quality even when I'm sober. Emma spilled a guys drink and I had to give her money for a new one, which she spat in before handing it over (Nicly done Emma, who is heaps of fun when she's drunk) and I got hit on by a bouncer and a group of African students. Emma and I danced(alone, thank god) for about fifteen minutes, bot bored and went home. She dragged me to Gaso's room to do... somthing, god only knows what and thank god he was gone. Men are annoying and I don't want one(Elvis, you are excluded from this statement). So we ended the night watching Charmed on DVD and we were in bed by 12am. Except that I was also wide awake and still high as a kite... oh well. No hang-over, so that was good being that my folks picked me up the next morning.

My holidays were ok. My folks and I went to see Dukes of Hazzard which was fun. Dad of course had nothing kind to say at all, thinking the whole movie was silly, but any movie where stuff blows up is a hit with my mum so she loved it.
For the first week things were cool. But the second week mum and I started to bicker. It was also the point at which the weight comments really set in and where half a snickers bar is going to make me ugly and fat. Sigh. Even though I'd lost weight since she'd seen me last its just never good enough. Whatever.

I also bumped into a guy I used to do karate with and, shocking my silly, he hit on me . Now, when I was at home and still having a crush on him, this might have caused me to faint. Tough luck for him, I'm over him now. The last thing I want is to date the guy out of bordome during Christmas holidays, do something silly, get pregnant and wind up spending the rest of my life in Nowhereville, NSW, married to a guy who works at Woolworths and doesn't wear shoes. He's nice and sweet and he had a great roundhouse kick back in the day, but no-one is worth being stuck in my home town for. I know I sound snobbish and awful but I have a chance to go somewhere and be someone. I don't want to have three kids at twenty five, waking up one day at 50, still in that town and going 'Where the fuck did my life go?', working at Target and living next to the house they sell drugs from on Baker street. I've never had a life outside of that town before, and now that I have it I like it and I'm not going back except for holidays. I'm going to prove my sisters wrong. I am NOT going to be a stupid hick no-body with no education and a baby at 19. Fuck that, and fuck them too.

Well, my scary phone caller mystery is solved. I got a message from the ploice and when I called they told me who it was. Oliver. I knew it all along. How someone can say that kind of shit to someone they once claimed to love is beyond me. I cut him out of all the photos I had from back then. Erin thought I was a little loopy, but she was nice about it and offered to help me burn the cut offs.
Speaking of Erin, she has told her mum she's bi-sexual. Which her mum took well. I'm glad, because mine would hit the roof. Or have a heart attack. Or both. Concerrent or consecutive. Its maybe my over active imagination, but I think she's flirting with me. Hmmm.

Well, now that I've caught up on my immensly boring holidays, I will leave you and go to bed. I'm shockingly tired.
Sleep or be awake well kiddies,
And until next time remember,
If distance makes the heart grow fonder, then maybe I should camp in the confectionry asile of the supermarket...?

Love and starry starry nights,
Sugarburn
xox