Previously on 'Emily'...
I would have updated earlier but I've been pretty busy this weekend and I've had Mike over so using Livejournal wasn't appropriate really. (I'm a nice hostess). Weeknend was muchly cool apart from the bit where I dyed my hair a vivid shade of yellow and the bit where Chris shouted at me and made me cry like a baby on one of the main streets in Wellington.
We went to the Cuba Carnival which was crap during the day and cool at night. It was a mini Disneyland parade complete with a float of uber-cool looking goths sitting on a giant tombstone. We were standing with a bunch of Goths, friends of Chris and such, and Chris introduced me to 'their leader' Scott, who he pronouced as 'The King of the Goths', Scott did seem very in-command, he wore a beautiful red/black coat that looked like Dorian gray would have been jealous of it, or Hugh Heffner. He had long black hair and bright white contacts in his eyes, he was very funny and smoked Cinnamon ciggarettes, prompting everyone to go 'What the heck ARE you smoking Scott?' We all stood there and yelled things at every float but when the Goth float came up all the goth girls started screaming 'I LOVE YOOOOU' to the Goth float-ers, who screamed the same in return. It was wonderful, and I jumped up and down like a three year old. Twas excellent. On the goth float, one of the boys was really really amazing looking, very tall and the palest white skin and he was wearing a really cool Neo-esque coat and his hair done up...well...it looked samurai to me but anyhoo. Me and Tamsyn practically fainted right there and then. The best goth had to be Chris though, who was a shorter guy wearing an amazing coat with heaps of belts latches and his eyes were covered in so much black makeup it completely hollowed out his eyes... wicked as.
So we wandered down to the stage in Cuba Street Mall (We had to plow our way through HUGE crowds and so I went on a mad goth-following goose chase, following dark shadows) and sat about for a bit and then I met a nice chap called D'arcy. Ha, what a cool name! He was pretty tall, black hair with blue streaks that was down to his shoulders, was wearing a cool waist coat and funny egyptian eyeliner and we started talking about stuff and after about 20 minutes he pronouced me the 'coolest person {he'd} met this year'. :D He did some magic tricks for us and we all oohed and ahhed, very very cool. He didn't like being called a goth and he wasn't particulary gothy looking, so I will just say he was nifty. He asked if I was there with anyone *giggle* and when we all went our separate ways a few hours later he scooped up my hand and kissed it in farewell (which for him is an accomplishment in bowing cause he was quite tall).
Before that Chris had been getting excited because Tamsyn's ex was turning up and everyone had talked her up so much I had expected THE most beautiful person in the world with doves flying around her and a glow like the sun emminating so when I saw a very pretty pale skinned girl in a bright red jacket I joked 'Is that it?'. Later Chris walked up to me, took me aside and in a very sharp voice said 'Look! I don't make fun of your friends so don't make fun of mine! It's very offensive so just stop it' and walked off leaving me totally hurt and confused. We walked after him and when he turned back to check on us I snapped 'I didn't mean it you know' and we both blew up at each other and I walked out of the club we had entered and bawled my eyes out for like 10 minutes. I hate confrontation and I was already feeling really on edge (because of my terrible hair) and Chris is REALLY not the person you want getting mad at you (he'd never hurt anyone but he has the strength and when he's angry it's very scary to me) so I just couldn't stand it. The day before I had felt really upset because everytime I had gone to talk to him he had said 'I'm ok! Don't fuss' and been really snappy during this day, so yeah, I just fell into pieces. I haven't cried like that for years. I felt like a total baby and when I had overcome it all I walked back into the club and Chris walked up to me and I shot him the most urgent-warning look I could muster and said "Not Now Chris." He'd been playing pool so obviously it didn't matter that much to him anyway. Le Sigh. We eventually made up but he said "Thats a comment I would have expected from Nikki" (way to get back in my goodbooks but he says he didn't mean it that way) so I was crying all over again.
Btw, on the subject of Le Sighs- was that you salen using it the other day? Hmm? :D
I felt really bad this weekend. Mike and I were all break-up-y and we went out both nights and I felt really ugly compared to Hannah and the others and Mike kept talking to Hannah because they became really good friends while I was away and I just feel totally left out- which makes me withdraw into myself , making it ten times worse. She got her nose pierced on Saturday and I wanted to feel pretty and have something different too so I dyed my hair and it totally fucked up on me. Oh well... Becca says I can just dye it dark brown tomorrow night and it should go back to normal hopefully. Fingers crossed. I wish I wasn't so infantile about my body/image but... I dunno. I'm just not happy with it yet. Joe took some photos of me the other day and I looked at them and I was amazed- I totally didn't expect what I saw and went 'Oh god I look awful'. I'm seriously chubby/frumpy and my clothes looked way too tight/horrid. MUST. WORK. OUT. Maybe thats why people have been suggesting I join a gym.
I've been taking lots of photos which is really good news and classes have been going ok (apart from today where I'm semi hiding my hair and also sick and also really tired so I think I might miss my english and tut cause I'm just shattered. Silly early get up for washing.) But yeah it all seems to be back to the hum-ho type of life. My room is a mess thought so I might clean it up while I'm being a total slacker. Update: Ahh, nice clean room!
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We went to the Cuba Carnival which was crap during the day and cool at night. It was a mini Disneyland parade complete with a float of uber-cool looking goths sitting on a giant tombstone. We were standing with a bunch of Goths, friends of Chris and such, and Chris introduced me to 'their leader' Scott, who he pronouced as 'The King of the Goths', Scott did seem very in-command, he wore a beautiful red/black coat that looked like Dorian gray would have been jealous of it, or Hugh Heffner. He had long black hair and bright white contacts in his eyes, he was very funny and smoked Cinnamon ciggarettes, prompting everyone to go 'What the heck ARE you smoking Scott?' We all stood there and yelled things at every float but when the Goth float came up all the goth girls started screaming 'I LOVE YOOOOU' to the Goth float-ers, who screamed the same in return. It was wonderful, and I jumped up and down like a three year old. Twas excellent. On the goth float, one of the boys was really really amazing looking, very tall and the palest white skin and he was wearing a really cool Neo-esque coat and his hair done up...well...it looked samurai to me but anyhoo. Me and Tamsyn practically fainted right there and then. The best goth had to be Chris though, who was a shorter guy wearing an amazing coat with heaps of belts latches and his eyes were covered in so much black makeup it completely hollowed out his eyes... wicked as.
So we wandered down to the stage in Cuba Street Mall (We had to plow our way through HUGE crowds and so I went on a mad goth-following goose chase, following dark shadows) and sat about for a bit and then I met a nice chap called D'arcy. Ha, what a cool name! He was pretty tall, black hair with blue streaks that was down to his shoulders, was wearing a cool waist coat and funny egyptian eyeliner and we started talking about stuff and after about 20 minutes he pronouced me the 'coolest person {he'd} met this year'. :D He did some magic tricks for us and we all oohed and ahhed, very very cool. He didn't like being called a goth and he wasn't particulary gothy looking, so I will just say he was nifty. He asked if I was there with anyone *giggle* and when we all went our separate ways a few hours later he scooped up my hand and kissed it in farewell (which for him is an accomplishment in bowing cause he was quite tall).
Before that Chris had been getting excited because Tamsyn's ex was turning up and everyone had talked her up so much I had expected THE most beautiful person in the world with doves flying around her and a glow like the sun emminating so when I saw a very pretty pale skinned girl in a bright red jacket I joked 'Is that it?'. Later Chris walked up to me, took me aside and in a very sharp voice said 'Look! I don't make fun of your friends so don't make fun of mine! It's very offensive so just stop it' and walked off leaving me totally hurt and confused. We walked after him and when he turned back to check on us I snapped 'I didn't mean it you know' and we both blew up at each other and I walked out of the club we had entered and bawled my eyes out for like 10 minutes. I hate confrontation and I was already feeling really on edge (because of my terrible hair) and Chris is REALLY not the person you want getting mad at you (he'd never hurt anyone but he has the strength and when he's angry it's very scary to me) so I just couldn't stand it. The day before I had felt really upset because everytime I had gone to talk to him he had said 'I'm ok! Don't fuss' and been really snappy during this day, so yeah, I just fell into pieces. I haven't cried like that for years. I felt like a total baby and when I had overcome it all I walked back into the club and Chris walked up to me and I shot him the most urgent-warning look I could muster and said "Not Now Chris." He'd been playing pool so obviously it didn't matter that much to him anyway. Le Sigh. We eventually made up but he said "Thats a comment I would have expected from Nikki" (way to get back in my goodbooks but he says he didn't mean it that way) so I was crying all over again.
Btw, on the subject of Le Sighs- was that you salen using it the other day? Hmm? :D
I felt really bad this weekend. Mike and I were all break-up-y and we went out both nights and I felt really ugly compared to Hannah and the others and Mike kept talking to Hannah because they became really good friends while I was away and I just feel totally left out- which makes me withdraw into myself , making it ten times worse. She got her nose pierced on Saturday and I wanted to feel pretty and have something different too so I dyed my hair and it totally fucked up on me. Oh well... Becca says I can just dye it dark brown tomorrow night and it should go back to normal hopefully. Fingers crossed. I wish I wasn't so infantile about my body/image but... I dunno. I'm just not happy with it yet. Joe took some photos of me the other day and I looked at them and I was amazed- I totally didn't expect what I saw and went 'Oh god I look awful'. I'm seriously chubby/frumpy and my clothes looked way too tight/horrid. MUST. WORK. OUT. Maybe thats why people have been suggesting I join a gym.
I've been taking lots of photos which is really good news and classes have been going ok (apart from today where I'm semi hiding my hair and also sick and also really tired so I think I might miss my english and tut cause I'm just shattered. Silly early get up for washing.) But yeah it all seems to be back to the hum-ho type of life. My room is a mess thought so I might clean it up while I'm being a total slacker. Update: Ahh, nice clean room!
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