So, I'm all about cleaning myself up and not being such a sloppy spastic drug fiend. Its going longer and longer between each time I use anything. So its been like a week this time if you don't count codeine and weed. I rock! I'm on a bid to be less self-destructive and happier.
With this in mind the weekend was pretty chill. I'm not feeling so great because I've been drinking every single night since Thursday 2 weeks ago, I think my insides are pickled.
Friday afternoon was drinking in the office. Beer was so great because it was a terrible day, I was so hungover and tired and it was my all to keep from falling asleep. I walked to the train station with Joel from work, I really enjoy his company. R rang and decided to come pick me up from the station before fortitude valley. I thought he was going to take hours to pick me up like most people who say they are going to pick me up normally make me wait for an hour minimum so I went for a walk, but he only took like 10 minutes and I had gotten lost in a drunken daze and he had to come find me.
R, B, Shan & Char were around for a bit on Friday night. I was all excited because I didn't think I had to work the next day so I stayed up really late only to be woken at 7 by mum making me drive Bellmere to pick up 20 bales of hay. Lifting fucking hay first thing in the morning is the WORST.
Plans for Saturday was camping at Kenilworth with people from work. We drove up with Ed & C it took like 4 hours to get there. Just awful. Camping mainly involved getting incredibly drunk and not much else. Erin is frickin crack up, love her. We played frisbee, my most favorite of all things to throw. I jumped over some chairs and did as many cartwheels as possible.
I'm covered in scratches and bruises, I fell over a million times. Some idiot decided it was a great idea to go skinny dipping. I was running down the water hole and axed myself, apparently there was a ditch, apparently there was a bridge over the ditch, I apparently missed these two details and ended up sprinting into it. Oh the horror.
Erin and I were the only girls to go topless, and the boys were of course naked frolicking around. Admittedly Ed is a babe, he gave me piggy back out of the reeds, even in my drunken haze I really should have known better then to be naked getting a piggy back of a naked boy. the night was bound to end up like that.
At one point someone rolled me down the hill wrapped in a doona, I struggled to get out. There were delicious marshmellows. B had like fallen asleep with C in a field type thing so me and Ed decided to Sleep in where me and B were going to sleep. I'm not sure of the details but the next day I woke up in my underwear in Ed's tent after the worst sleep of my life. I tried to inconspicuously sneak out without anyone noticing me coming out of his tent but I realised I couldn't find my pants and I had to run across the campsite in just my underwear, as soon as I got out of the tent I got a huge ass cramp in my leg and was sprinting around. I woke like everyone up, to find me running in circles outside Ed's tent in my underwear. I'm pretty sure we didn't hook up. I remember touching each other for hours going oh no we just can't, work would be so awkward. LOL.
Went to Gardners falls the next day. It was great I finally had the courage to do the damn flying fox.
I was so tired. I went to H's on Sunday night but was so tired I got LOST on the way there. I don't know how that happened I've been there a million times. I left pretty early I was feeling really down. J is the worst.
Yesterday R came over and we went to the beach with Zac after filling out a bunch of applications for houses. Hopefully will be moving on the weekend. R wears Speedo's Ha. that's so adorable. Zac is a darling whom I love. R came over after the beach, we were lying on my bed cuddling and my mum walks past. I think she's pretty concerned about us moving in together now.
I couldn't care less.
