The party girl in me just won't go away

La Quanda came out last night. Seven shots of vodka tonics and two bottles of Smirnoff Black later, she emerged.

"You're gonna get bashed one day," Amber said.

Why is that?

Because apparently, I turn into a real bitch when I get drunk. We were sitting on a bench outside the club waiting to get picked up by Dimps and I started bitching about everyone who dared walked past us.

Bits and pieces of what happened last night was all I can remember;

"I tried getting into a club, but they won't let me in," one guy came up to me and just started talking. I looked up, checked him out, decided he was fugly and fucked him off.

"Yeah, we have a 3am lockdown at Surfers. You can't get into clubs after 3am. You have to go home now," Amber burst out laughing. He looked at me funny. He didn't stop though. He kept on talking to me and I just told him to fuck off. That I wasn't in the mood for a little chit chat and that I reckon he should leave.

So he left probably thinking what a total bitch I was.

Apparently, I verbally harassed the person working at the kebab shop too.

At the bar, I couldn't see. I actually got scared. You have no idea what guys are upto when they see a girl off her face. They do take advantage of girls who are drunk. Good thing Amber stopped drinking when she saw that I was already pissed. I love my girls.. I really really do.

I never hook up in clubs. It hasn't been my thing. I got a few guys getting me to dance with them last night. I just shook my head and just turn my bitch radar on and just basically told them all to fuck off. When I go out, I get drunk with my girls. I don't hook up. I get tipsy, then dance to get sobered up, then get tipsy, then dance to get sobered up, then get tipsy, then dance to sobered up. It's always been a cycle.

Both Amber and Bernie told me that I'm a happy drunk. I make an ass out of myself and they get a good laugh out of it.

All I know is, it's only a matter of time before I get bashed. One I'll day come across a person who won't put up with my drunken shits and just bash the crap out me.

I'm scared. But til then, cheers to wild weekends!!!



Week 2

Call me a nerd but I can't wait for my first assessment. Walked into one of my tutorial classes on Wednesday afternoon and sent a silent "thank you" to God for having my favourite tutor again this semester. She was the one who gave me a perfect mark on a portfolio I wrote last semester. Sweet relief. That is a high distinction waiting to happen now.

I just love life right now. For some reason, I'm feeling motivated this semester. I totally organised all my assessments. Made a plan on how I'm going to break down my time. Organised the people I want to work my group assessments with. Jono wanted me to do it with him, but I can't be stuffed because he's a lazy son of a bitch whom I just get along with outside class. He's a mate but I know I'll fail if I dared to do my group assignment with him. I can not afford that.

Things at uni are totally in control. But of course, it's only been week 2. It's like a calm before a storm, but this time around, I've stocked up. I'll be ready when the storm comes.


Bachelor Party

Jono is organising a bachelor party for Mark. He came up because he's getting married next month. We caught up yesterday, did shopping together and just talked.

"Do you realise that last year, we were at toys 'r' us looking for a gift for Monique as well?"

He was right. A year ago, when Monique, my mum's friend's daughter turned six and had her birthday a few weeks late because they went on a holiday as a family together, I asked Mark if he can go toy shopping with me. It was the cutest thing.

He wanted to quit his job. I told him not to.

"Why don't you want me here? Is it because you have a boyfriend now?"

"No, it's because I know that having that corporate traineeship is what you've always wanted and I can't see why you're giving it up,"

"I'm not happy there. I don't get along with anyone. I feel completely different and alone. It's hard adjusting and I feel like I have to try to make an extra effort to get along with everyone,"

"Mark, you have to understand that people who are actually in the corporate world have different priorities. They go home to their wives and families. They don't go out for a cold drink after work - that's what we do. Go out on weekends and get smashed."

"But I don't want to be a bore,"

"You have to sacrifice one thing to get another, remember that."

Jono couldn't do anything. He was stoked when Mark told him he's staying back. I told Jono that it isn't the best decision in the world. Hopefully, Mark sees what I'm talking about. He's moved on to better things. I was proud of him for getting that job in Sydney.

We talked about Johnson. I told him I was happy. He said he was happy for me.

Then Jono fucked it all up for me again;

"He knows you're ready for a relationship because you're in one,"

Whatever that means.

Mark hasn't changed a bit. Still funny and sweet. I'm ready to be friends.