It is the beginning of a new blog for you an a new entry for another location. so picking up where i left off on my last entry on blogger.com (those who desire to read past entries and future 'private' posts will have to message me for addy, i refuse to do public postings) my rents have just gotten back from being in italy for the past month! So lets rewind shall we and go right back to the beginning of my wonderful journey of living home alone. (bloody boring if you ask me)
The first thursday i had alone, my uncle wound up dragging me around town to all these exclusive night spots to try and get me drunk after shouting me to the fashion show at the contemporary lounge in ballentines (upscale expensive snooty store to those who aren't native, where a top costs 400$) follow through with me hunting down my party animal friend Kim, at shooters. i dont remember a lot of the night but at one point i think i hooked up with some random Irish guy (accent is sooo hot!) all of the bars and clubs closed at 12 because anzac day was the next day and so EVERYONE was pushed out onto the street, and because no one wanted to go home, they stayed on the streets blocking 1am traffic lol! What a night.
Following saturday, watched forest gump for the first time ever and shared a bottle of Midori with Laura. Saturday day we spent two secs at the armageddon convention where i blew 200 bucks on action figures. brilliant i use money like water without parental supervision. after that we spent the rest of the day traipsing around record stores and spending up large.
The in between i have spent working like a crazy person. up until last saturday where i once again went out with Kim, and wound up sober and stalking her boyfriend for the entire night! (to say i had sore feet after that was an UNDERSTATEMENT!) It followed through with tears as they broke up.
My, isn't my life just so wonderfully entertaining?
Seen the Bob Dylan movie 'Im Not There' thought cate blanchett in it was fucking fantastic! Saw IronMan and that wasn't too bad. For the past two and a half weeks i have lost count of how many times i watched Bridget Jones's Diary. The boredom when ones only form of entertainment is missing is astounding.
So anyway mother has brought back a Venetian Mask for me to add to my Labyrinth collection. I love masks! especially the really creepy well made ones, they have such an impact. Dad also bought an authentic antique Nazi Ring, creepy shit man no doubt its brought some sort of bad omen with it. Although i have to say it matches wonderfully with the print we have of Europe's peak in aviation, Hindenburg (Zeppelin), fire, swastika and all. (i would just like to point out that we are not some crazy cult that support or oppose the Nazi Regime, nor do we have some kind of strange fascination with it. we are genuinely interested in authentic pieces of all aspects of history. the print is a one of two part piece done by a reasonably well known artist, and we could not control the fact that we were lumped with he Hindenburg instead of the titanic.)
Drum roll please!
I have finally decided that i am going to try and contact my dads family. Ten bitter years and i have decided to be the better man-er-woman and extend an olive branch of forgiveness and second chances. Whoohoo go me!
... that is all i have to say to you for now.
TTFN*mock salute*
LBL