stress. I am a stresshead. no matter how much i try not to be it always comes crawling back. i want to be chill, i want to not overthink every little thing that is said or done. i take things to heart until it knaws at me, i’m oversensitive and try to laugh it off but the more i do the more i snap.

although, this weekend was good. i had fun, caught up with old friends, current friends and had a blast. it was good catching up with different kinds of people. i was freaking out quite a bit about doing this, especially including my friends who have never been exposed to heavy metal music and hq but they took it surprisingly well! they loved it, and i love how they can bend and make conversation with anyone and everyone, not even caring about status or appearance and that’s why i think i love those girlies so much. good times, good booze, great moments and lovely experiences :)

i love those nights where you don’t know what’s going to happen, how it’s going to turn out, what you’re going to do… but it does cost shitloads! i swear, we spent over $100 lastnight… $62 on booze alone. it was worth it though… and that’s what life is about.

highlights
- seeing jaya’s band (arturo chaos)
- getting ready in the myer toilets and going into the pamper room for the first time
- seeing beck, maricel, georgia and hannah (especially hannah since she’d been in new zealand for 2 weeks)
- going to the servo to get ice, lemonade and golden gaytimes for jaya and anton cos it reflected their personalities
- good conversation and humourous stories
- massages ;)
- chilling out
- tampering with peoples facebooks and myspaces
- bread and butter for sober food
- seeing rosie and crystal in borders the next morning
- hannah staying over in the afternoon to watch movies
- laughs

lowlights
- missing the canning bridge train stop
- breaking/dropping a glass and wasting midori
- getting peach schnappes spilt all over me
- having a sook about not having anything to wear
- being oversensitive
- forgetting to put maricel’s flight of the conchords back in her bag
- wasting money for taxi’s, food, alcohol, hq entrance etc.
- coffee without milk
- cockroach escapades
- having a shower fully clothed