it's been a while
completely out of my comfort zone, i decided that perhaps i should attempt to bond with the girls from uni, despite the fact that they are the complete opposite to myself when it comes to music taste, movies and sense of humour.
Jenny lives in an absolute palace in Geelong. She invited Jess, myself and Sarah(Sarah is a bit of an air-head type, last day of semester she stated to everyone that she thinks that I have a black, black soul because the shit that comes out of my mouth is fucked up, to which I replied I may have a black soul but at least I am not a generic person who prides themself in being up-to date with the happenings of OC! Everyone at the table gasped and then fell silent. Rhen and Jack started pissing themselves at the fact I had called her generic because they both think she is rather bland also. When Sarah left to go to work everyone was basking in my glory, saying that I truly kicked her ass with such sniper-like precision! I WIN!).
Anyway, Jess and I caught the train to Geelong together. When we got to Jenny's, she informs us that we are going to some club tonight. I was dressed in pretty daggy everyday wear shit. After I downed my bottle of passion pop( should be known as vomit-pop), we went to this homie/house music club. It so wasnt my thing, but when the smirnoff black ice is only $3.50 a bottle, it gets easy to not give a shit where you are.
I was dancing and having fun and the girls were surprised at how well I was taking all their Top 40 music. Earlier, a discussion of music preference took place. They all said that they think my kind of music is all too depressing and all sounds the same. That is absolute crap, they hadn't even heard the stuff I listen too! I couldn't be bothered trying to expand their minds from the surface level. I just took the insult/statement/whatever. It was better this way. Goddamn these girls were clueless. They literally believed in social-stereotypes and couldn't see beyond what the media/their shallow-minded friends had told them.
Moving along... I awoke at around 6am at Jenny's. I went to the toilet, washed my hands and then suddenly, this vomit rose up my throat, into my mouth and nose! I had to fumble around in the dark in attempt to find my way back to this mansion's toilet - all the while holding back the vomit with the other hand. Man, did I feel ill!
I got up around 11 only to find the others upstairs. Then we watched...wait for it....waiiiit for it.... MEAN GIRLS! WHat a SHIT and CLiCHE piece of shit movie that was! hahaha... Overall, the night was good, I partook in a lot of dancing AND I was the only one of us to get hit-on at the homie/trash/shit club. This made me happy because (a) I probably had the least-amount of skin showing out of all the patrons and (b) I broke the guy's mind somehow with my super-smart-ass witt and boyfriend-ness.
.....Man, I need a job....so, so, so POOR!
Since Mattt's party was too long ago, I can't seem to remember many of the highlights.. I need to update more often. Pass the parcel turned out to be mega-fun though! Liz and I went into Matt's room and looked around for things to put in as the prizes. I depleted the condom-stash and we put a few into the parcel. I also grabbed a red zipper to be a prize. The mega main prize was a collection of these peg-people that you can collect in some laundry detergent that my mum buys. I'd been collecting the pegs for a while and they were actually intended to be a gift from myself to Matt cos I knew he liked them so much. But since we decided on on the spot to do the pass the parcel, the peg people became the main prize!
Other shit we stuck in there consisted of old movie tickets, useless membership cards to places like starbucks and those refresher towel thangs. The game turned out to be a hit!! We'd taken the stereo upstairs and since had no music to play the game to, so I wondered how we'd overcome this. They'd started playing before I got back downstairs, and all I could hear was this STOP!! every now and again. Basically, to compensate for the lack of music, all you need do was throw the parcel somewhere, someone would catch it, and people randomly yelled out stop. surprisingly this worked out well! It was tre funny! It was funny when Matt got to open up one of the layers and came across this red zipper. He was like HEYYY this is all just Shit from my room!! Luckily he won that zip back..he gets attached to them a bit too deeply...
Anyways, I'm off. See you later, whoever you are....
Jenny lives in an absolute palace in Geelong. She invited Jess, myself and Sarah(Sarah is a bit of an air-head type, last day of semester she stated to everyone that she thinks that I have a black, black soul because the shit that comes out of my mouth is fucked up, to which I replied I may have a black soul but at least I am not a generic person who prides themself in being up-to date with the happenings of OC! Everyone at the table gasped and then fell silent. Rhen and Jack started pissing themselves at the fact I had called her generic because they both think she is rather bland also. When Sarah left to go to work everyone was basking in my glory, saying that I truly kicked her ass with such sniper-like precision! I WIN!).
Anyway, Jess and I caught the train to Geelong together. When we got to Jenny's, she informs us that we are going to some club tonight. I was dressed in pretty daggy everyday wear shit. After I downed my bottle of passion pop( should be known as vomit-pop), we went to this homie/house music club. It so wasnt my thing, but when the smirnoff black ice is only $3.50 a bottle, it gets easy to not give a shit where you are.
I was dancing and having fun and the girls were surprised at how well I was taking all their Top 40 music. Earlier, a discussion of music preference took place. They all said that they think my kind of music is all too depressing and all sounds the same. That is absolute crap, they hadn't even heard the stuff I listen too! I couldn't be bothered trying to expand their minds from the surface level. I just took the insult/statement/whatever. It was better this way. Goddamn these girls were clueless. They literally believed in social-stereotypes and couldn't see beyond what the media/their shallow-minded friends had told them.
Moving along... I awoke at around 6am at Jenny's. I went to the toilet, washed my hands and then suddenly, this vomit rose up my throat, into my mouth and nose! I had to fumble around in the dark in attempt to find my way back to this mansion's toilet - all the while holding back the vomit with the other hand. Man, did I feel ill!
I got up around 11 only to find the others upstairs. Then we watched...wait for it....waiiiit for it.... MEAN GIRLS! WHat a SHIT and CLiCHE piece of shit movie that was! hahaha... Overall, the night was good, I partook in a lot of dancing AND I was the only one of us to get hit-on at the homie/trash/shit club. This made me happy because (a) I probably had the least-amount of skin showing out of all the patrons and (b) I broke the guy's mind somehow with my super-smart-ass witt and boyfriend-ness.
.....Man, I need a job....so, so, so POOR!
Since Mattt's party was too long ago, I can't seem to remember many of the highlights.. I need to update more often. Pass the parcel turned out to be mega-fun though! Liz and I went into Matt's room and looked around for things to put in as the prizes. I depleted the condom-stash and we put a few into the parcel. I also grabbed a red zipper to be a prize. The mega main prize was a collection of these peg-people that you can collect in some laundry detergent that my mum buys. I'd been collecting the pegs for a while and they were actually intended to be a gift from myself to Matt cos I knew he liked them so much. But since we decided on on the spot to do the pass the parcel, the peg people became the main prize!
Other shit we stuck in there consisted of old movie tickets, useless membership cards to places like starbucks and those refresher towel thangs. The game turned out to be a hit!! We'd taken the stereo upstairs and since had no music to play the game to, so I wondered how we'd overcome this. They'd started playing before I got back downstairs, and all I could hear was this STOP!! every now and again. Basically, to compensate for the lack of music, all you need do was throw the parcel somewhere, someone would catch it, and people randomly yelled out stop. surprisingly this worked out well! It was tre funny! It was funny when Matt got to open up one of the layers and came across this red zipper. He was like HEYYY this is all just Shit from my room!! Luckily he won that zip back..he gets attached to them a bit too deeply...
Anyways, I'm off. See you later, whoever you are....