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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Bradley threw a house party for his birthday last night.

I took less than half a bottle of vanilla vodka and a 2lt bottle of coke with me. I left my camera at Rachel’s, and she forgot the battery to hers, so there are hardly any photos (unless I lurk my friends’ instagrams to find some but I cbf right now). The following order of events is not chronological:

♥ Despite my attempts to keep my alcohol hidden so no one would steal some, it still happened. At the end of the night, I went to get my bottle of vodka, and the damn thing was sitting on the kitchen table free for all because someone fished it out of my hiding spot. I give the fuck up.

♥ Loads of catching up done with Sami and Rhiannon. I was super happy to sit and chat to them.

♥ I gave up giving up cigarettes and guilt tripped Rachel into taking me to the closest servo so I could buy a packet. A packet of 26 almost didn’t make the whole night, granted I was handing them out to people who asked kindly.

♥ Quick d&m with Michael’s best friend. He’s being screwed around by someone who has no reason to treat him like that, and it irritated me. Eventually said person cut their foot, so I helped stop the bleeding but that was the extent of niceness I was giving them.

♥ We all sang Bradley happy birthday while he wanted to curl into a ball and die on his bed at midnight. He didn’t want to celebrate getting older, but fuck that shit. It was great and he hated it so much.

♥ I finally met Isaac sober. This seems to be a reoccurring thing for me - I meet someone enough times when I’m drunk that I actually become friends with them, then never see them when I’m sober, so when they add me to Facebook and see me around without alcohol, I’m totally confused. This happened to Craig, so now I photograph every encounter when I’m drunk to keep a record. And you think your memory is bad -.-

♥ Rachel went home without me but left me her house key so I could get back in since my car and bag was at hers. I didn’t end up staying the night.

♥ Larry, Frances, Harry and a few other people ran around the place with permanent markers drawing on people and sorts of shit. Then, I don’t know where it came from or who’s idea it was, they had blue face paint and were covering each other in it. They attacked everyone else as well, including Larry slapping it on my face.

♥ I got really tired really quick, but I didn’t want to go back to Rachel’s because she has white linen on her bed and I didn’t want to ruin them. Looker offered to walk with my down to Unley Road to catch a taxi to Rachel’s house. I made a deal with Looker, that if he came with me, I’d drive him home and then myself so I could sleep in my own bed.

♥ Looker and I couldn’t catch a taxi since there were none, so we walked to Rachel’s house, which took like an hour or something but it was good. He picked me a rose from a bush outside some place along our walk, haha.

♥ After dropping Looker home, I drove to my favourite lookout in Adelaide and watched the sunrise over my favourite city (above). There were no other cars there, so I just sat in silence and took in the peace and quiet. I hadn’t been up there in so long. It was beautiful!

♥ I got home around 7:30am, decided to leave the face paint on since I was so tired, and went straight to bed.

♥ I haven’t done much except for sleep most of the day. Michael came over, we got pizza and watched tv.

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