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My apologies to the 192 of you who have viewed this blog this week and found no updates to speak of. I'll work harder to generate some pain and misery for you to either sympathize or feel the need to mock in the future. But the truth is, I'm doing pretty well these days. So I'm sorry Ms. Nichols won't get her poetry, but we'll all have to make do, won't we? Well, she won't. She has only to ask, I guess.
I've got two different parties to go to tomorrow night. I've got my beloved Lauren's 18th Birthday party. She's harder to buy for than anyone else I think I've had to buy for. The tricky thing is that both parties are dress ups with two different themes, so I have to be both a movie character I like, and an 80s reject. So I guess I'm going as Duckie Dale. Poor Duckie. I was always rooting for that kid. (Lorelai Gilmore plays the film to a bunch of 12-year-olds: "Yes, that is the guy from Two and a Half Men") Brendan's party last year was kind of legendary, and I have high hopes that similar shenanigans will happen again this year. I know it's probably not right or fair to judge one party against another, but Bren's last year rocked my knee-socks. I've got my Con's, brown pants, a green floral shirt, my 80s suit jacket, a brown short brimmed hat and I'm going looking soon for a brown waistcoat. I love the 80s. I love the music, I love the crazy hedonism, I love the movies. Although, Jay is right in two instances: there is nothing worse than watching a fat man weep, and Judd Nelson is fuckin' harsh. All I can say is…80s Karaoke! WOOT. Where's my Top Gun DVD? If only I had Purple Rain on DVD. That shit was so gay. Fuckin' 80s style. Don't email me about homophobia. Really. It's a quote from a film.
I had my last day of university for this semester yesterday, and that depresses me not a little, actually. Everything's going so fast! It's JUNE! My birthday is in 17 days. I want to savor everything just a bit more. This past term has been very wild and rollercoaster-y for me, up and down side to side, and I think I'm a little worn down by the drama. I could use a good break, but everyone knows how much I thrive on the drama. I don't know what I want to do for my birthday. Last year I had that fairly bitchin' party, but that was mostly high school peeps, and this year I have friends who live further away than Middle Park to cater for in the extravagant birthday soiree stakes. So I'm thinking maybe the Saturday after exams, we'll get the band back together? And Lauren will be 18, so she can come and be awkward with MY friends! And I can get Stakey and Tara and Maddy and Rikki and Shaz and Melly Pelly in on it, and all their associated friends whom I have made friends with. I would really like to see Batsamuel drunk, for some reason. We can get rejected from everywhere for being too big a group but my beloved Victory Hotel, because they'll let anyone in. Dad's asking for what I want, and I haven't really given it much thought at all. I like birthdays. It's the one day it really is all about me. I might even go to that Michael Kirby lecture and then on to Swing that day. Kirby J is a damn cool guy. I both respect him and his style. Decisions, decisions.
I gather I'll see a lot of you on Saturday, at one party or another. I gather that there will be more incriminating photos to be posted when I get home on Sunday morning. And maybe video, even. Going to be hawt!