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Now how exactly does one go about talking about everything since....fuck me, november was the last time i did anything of substance...looks like im pullin an all-nighter again, balls...
anyways, how do you go about documenting that much shit?
that question aint entirely rhetorical...i aint got a fucking clue, which is why this post is gonna be all over the joint as i just type about whatever comes to mind first...here goes nothin;
last year...looks like i didint even get around to doing a halloween post let alone a nov 5th, chrimbo or new year post...she-at...
October 31st:
WELL halloween was cool, got the gang around to mine for some basic hang-outage in costume to watch a (some cool) movie(s); Sleepy Hollow (and somethin else? cant remember) and beers, anyways, twas a good turnout with some well put together costumes (and some plain old half-assed ones *glares at ali*)
me - NINJA! (just an excuse to use me wakizashi =P)
daryn - papa lazerao (freaky shit)
richi - Zorro and (for some wierdass reason) Darth Vader but looked like Steve Segan for most of the night =P
Fi - witch (a pregnant one for some reason at one point)
Lyndz - French Maid (looked like a gothic alice in wonderland tho IMO)
Will - (wounded?) Soldier (brought a bowie knife =D)
Ali - "Gods gift to women" i believe the tag said...
and the unanimously agreed winner of best costume:
Anderguns - Ron Burgandy (just plain awesome)
Daryl and disco stu showed up a lil later but didnt have costumes but i think we passes stu as a safeway employee seeing as he came straight from work.
November 5th:
Not a scratch on last years awesomeness im afraid, but this year had booze and kebabs though in its defence...ooo, and sparklers!
twas me, anderson, will, fi, hume, gillie, daryn (had eye op that day, did well to show up, rarely removed shades tho...even in the darkness of the hillside =/) richi, chris russel and mark, met up with shaun and cally on the way back too so there was quite a few of us... got pics for this and hallows but ill put them in at the end if im still concious, gonna take ages...
Chrimbo '05:
-Nothing to report-
Boxing day '05:
got the troops round, cant remember anyone being there other than meself, anderbeast, cally and will at the moment im afraid, I got ratarsed and dont remember much other than the fact it was a bloody great night...whoa, aint spoken to ms archibald since then, still has me jumper mefinks, blast!
someone fill me in on this night, im pullin a blank on this one...
had work the next day...me n will were shittered for the whole shift*, bugger of a hangover, rare for both of us, i just remember filling out the back of coupons for a good couple of hours when i was at the tills, spinning the easiest, shortest jobs out as much as ppossible so as not to have to interact with customers and feign a personality other than "Get the fuck out of my face, i really cannot be bothered with this today".
*Me, will and daryn got a job at the virgin megastore at the fort in glasgow (why yes! that is somewhat out of our way!) 3 fuckin hours travel round trip....which was a shame, was a real cool job, worked with pretty good people, mostly. It was over the christmas/january sales period, which of course was bloody mental, shop was packed most days, but always to the same extent. By this i mean the cue was always down to the middle of the store after going along its breadth as well...the only reason it wasnt bussier apparently was because the carpark was constantly packed and so there could only be so many people at teh centre at one time...we had bugger all training really, thrown in at the deep end, a propper baptism of fire, left to mind the tills alone by the first day, not having a clue how to check stock for the first week and not knowing where teh hell the shit was after that...i just hated it when we had wierd stuff in stock, always had to run around hoping to god that someone didnt grab you in the isles to get you to find something for them just because they were either too lazy/much of a fucktard/stupid to find it themselves, cos if that happened, you wouldnt be back to the safety of the till for at least an hour as pestering customer after pestering customer pounced on you...fucking christmas shoppers...wankers one and all...like i said; it was a good job but just lose all respect for the human race and start researching DIY dirty bombs on the internet...
New Year 05-06:
Dont remember much.
I had a big ol' bag o booze as did most people (although to a lesser extent than i, naturally *guffaw*) as they assaulted alis home...poor lad, dont know if he was able to enjoy himself, house was packed, and i mean propper packed...i remember fighting for and then eating some after eights and then everything after that is a blur or tottally gone...yeah, the end of the after eights was the last point of clarity for me, thier always the first thing to go at any party, if thats any indication of my fun heh-heh...had to go home n say happy new year to parents too and apparently i wouldnt shut up, which is especially wierd to them as i say about 2-3 words at most around them a day...
i remember hunting for my whiskey bottle all over the joint and accusing everyone of stealing it, running all over the joint getting stressed over nothing because it was exactly where i left it...in all fairness, i had decided to hide it in the fucking washing machine...in me stupor, i totally forgot... even tried interrogating the near unconcious william over at the cage gravel pitch across the street...fuck knows why/how he goot himself over there...
mark tried to look after me that night, the poor sod, i wasnt being all that cooperative...i hate the idea of someone having to do that, especially when i dont believe i need lookin after. hell it was probably just cos i was buggered that i thought like that...i didint do anything daft though...ach, no point thinkin about it, but i believe i am yet to thank him for his good intentions though...
had my first full-on, ha-yer-fucked-now hangover the next day, felt like a pig had shat in my head till 9pm...was at my aunts all day too, i recovered just as my relatives were all getting pissed and embarassing once again...fucking charades...ill kill that game i will...
ERROR:
bollocks......lost the fucking entry there, lost some shit, good thing im backing up the mindspludge, not that it matters, i think its got that "ohfuckthat" quality about it, looking at the size of it...
Collateral is a brilliant film by the way, id strongly suggest you get a copy of it to watch and if you have already seen it, get the DVD, a good screen and some nice headphones and ignore the film, just watch it, its visually the balls man, and the sound has a sharpness to it that rivals the look and when Shadow on the Sun kicks in, just bliss...
And now back to your regularly sheduled programming.
or not
saying the word programming just makes me want to bitch about it.
programming blows
a lot.
Anyways;
im worried about my drinking, well, worried in the way that you dont want cancer kinda way, yeah itd blow but there aint anything your gonna do about it way...all my good memories, come to think of it, my only memories since january have involded...make that sometime in september....actually, since i started drinkin propper, fuck...fuck....anyways, since, whenever, have all been because i had a drink in me. It seems that the only reason I leave my lil dark sanctuary here is for a drink. pathetic or what? the snow day and st patricks are prime examples, got munted at both, enjoyed my ass off...nothing else of note...
I feel the end is on its way,
I knew it long ago,
this water is getting much too deep,
I cant seem to reach the shore.
-LOGAN!?!
kinda covers how i felt for a month or so, lord that was a misserable time... just kept fuckin everything up and dug into my lil hole to hide from it.
things felt shittier than they had since that time last year in febuary for some reason and was drinkin in the middle of the day again. came to the conclusion that at the time the only thing i had going for me was the fact that i wasnt a junkie. that cheered me up...being fucked up is useful sometimes, being easily entertained/able to laugh at personal despair is handy.
things feel ok now though, made the slow return to my usual below average meh-ity and things are plodding along fine, had a couple of good days this week, which is nice, just general hanging out, nothing genuinely awesome, but good nonetheless, though that might just be me memory being a fucker to me again....
aaaaaaand im spent
ps. oh, and ignore the mood, eh, dragon i suppose, apparently im melancholy according to william, feh, hes right i guess, but that still makes me think of melons...honeydew that is, nothing uncouth you peasants...there are two of them however...right next to each other....AH FUCK YOU FREUD!!!