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Omg, prosh.


So much fun. I wasn't even going to go as a Zombie Bride, just a normal zombie. But Oli and I went to the op shop and they were so pretty I couldn't help but get one to ruin. It's the first costume I've made that I've actually ever been proud of in my life. I'm totally going as a zombie bride to every dress up party now. Got up at 2 in the morning and somehow spent 3 hours getting ready. Drank myself into quite a state and headed down to the rave at UWA. I don't remember much, except epic dubstep, which was very fun to dance to in a giant dress. And fist-pumping galore. Oli and I lost everyone and went to go get more goon. Went into the city, like St Georges Terrace and started selling some Prosh. Made so much, and everyone was just having a ball and helping out. Some guys that were selling papers near us didn't have a tin so they just put it all in ours. Other people walking by gave us more papers because we were running out. Everyone was generally being very sporting about the whole thing. By about 11 we were done.
Came back for a nap, got fake blood on my sheets.
Then tav time. I was so hungover by this point. And the jug didn't make it better. Came back for dinner, went back to the tav. Was going to go to Cap S but I lost my friend who had my ID and door key card and phone.
So I slept instead. It was probably the best.

Also NIKKI HAS A PLAYSTATION 1. She lives 3 doors down from me. I played Spyro. It made me the happiest person alive. I miss Spyro so much. <3

I have lots to do and it's all catching up on me. Exam on Tuesday, it's not worth much though. Reports and assignments and essays. So I'm procrastinating on here.
City tonight probably.

That is all...

Wallowing in my own self pity.

It's getting ridiculous now. Sick for 4 and a half weeks.
And it's not like I'm one of those people who look fine when they're sick, like most people here at the college. I either look like I've just woken up, I want to go to bed or am severely depressed.
I think I'm coming down with a fever, all I want to do is curl up in my bed and feel sorry for myself, but no I have heaps of uni work to do and soccer this afternoon and band practice for battle of the bands. And my toes still haven't healed from Hannah's birthday.
/end rant.

Last Friday me and Oli spent alone, bored, watching movies after drinking at the tav. I didn't even do anything last weekend. I was like nope, gonna stay in. Be good. Get better. That didn't work. My sister, Sri, is back. After five years of being in England she came back for her birthday on Sunday night. Hoorah.
Wednesday I didn't go to Cap S, Clare and I went down to Bunbury to watch the Charming Skeletons play. That's my Kirup friends band. It was great. Saw Sri there. I didn't even drink that much. I was all like 'nope, got to get better.'
Then we went to where we were staying that night and I was going to go to bed early (like 1), but that would have left my friend all alone drinking by himself, so I stayed up all night drinking spirits straight. And I mean all night.

Thursday was one of the hardest days of my life. After no sleep at all I had a lecture, a tutorial (which I didn't go to so I got an hours nap before)a three hour Bio lab.
fml.

Now I feel gross and spent yesterday night doing the same thing as last Friday.
Prosh is on Wednesday. I'm debating weather I'll drink or not.
We're having an inter-college Battle Of The Bands in less than 2 weeks. Playing guitar for that. I miss playing with other people, it's great.

That is all...