The Wonderful World of AL

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Pointless

Over the last few months, I've noticed how there seem to be two main types of Bloggers.
- The one's who post for themselves, and
- The one's who post for others.

The one's who post for themselves usually reflect on something that's happened to them, or something they'd like to express their point of view on.
Whereas, the one's who post for others, usually only post for a select group of people, most likely the people they hang around when not on the internet.

I have a friend who seems somewhat intelligent, yet obviously started a blog purely based on the fact that it seems to be a fad within his friendship group - thus they've ended up with a blog where they beg for comments, and doesn't reply to the one's who actually have something to reflect on the post they've read. Come to think of it, they DO reply to some comments, but only to the ones that read like childrens scribble, or some drunken slur.

So here's my pitch - if you wanna start a blog, by all means do so - but if you wanna be taken in any way seriously, then stop with the crap, because it makes you look dense and stupid.

PS: The author of the blog mentioned won't be revealed.

XOXOX

AL rambled on at 11:56 AM - -

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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Wild Nights

Saturday: I meet up with my mate Skot and we catch a train into the city. To cure my ever-on-going boredom, I spend the majority of the trip designing tattoos, and drawing people with faces who resemble genitalia. Got to Melbourne. Met up with Adam. Bought a bottle of Cougar XS. Went back to hotel room and got drunk. At about 1:30am, we finally decided we would hit the town in search of a good rave party. Couldn't find our desired nightclub. Some guy who had a striking resemblance to Will Ferrell tried to show us the way, but I didn't trust him based on the fact that his face looked like it was made out of plastic. Eventually found oursellves some ravers moving between clubs, and ended up at Krankin' - a small techno club hidden within the foyer of a large building. Stayed there 'til 5am, where I proceeded to drink myself almost into a coma, before stupidly accepting 2 E's and re-uniting with Charlie in the restrooms. Finally decided to leave after Skot got kicked out for being too wasted - even though I was worse off than him.

Sunday: Woke up at 10am. Decided to lay in bed for awhile, forgetting about the early check out time. Had the cleaening lady barge in on all 3 of us in bed together, even though when she'd knocked on the door we told her to hold on a minute. 15 minutes after that, the Hotel manager came in and went ballistic, ripping the bedsheets of the 3 of us, revealing the fact that me and Adam were sporting huge boners, making the incident extremely cringe-worthy, now that I think of it. I grabbed the majority of our stuff in my bag, and we left, but not before Adam got kicked in the back and almost pushed down the stairs. I was appalled at how we were treated, and I'm now in the process of planning sweet revenge on the homophobic bastard of a manager. Later on that day, I met up with Ryan, who I was s'posed to meet the night before, but couldn't because I'd missed the last train to his suburb. Went to Luna Park, and then strolled along the beach and talked about random stuff, before heading in search of a supermarket so I could buy a bottle of water. Several hours later, still wandering around looking for a supermarket, despite being side-tracked by several large shopping centres, we had to part our seperate ways. Hopefully I'll get to see that cutie again :-P Sunday night was spent at Adam's place, havin' a smoke of Mr Green Jeans and forgetting the topic of conversation halfway through talking. I've decided that the reason I could never become a surgeon is because I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to place inanimate oddly-shapoed objects in people, that would show up on X-rays - stuff such as tiny plastic frogs, or even worse, the patients car keys. Yes, I AM evil.

Monday: Slept in and decided to whittle the day away smoking cones and watching Office Space. Damn that movie's funny. I have to buy it one day. Eventually caught the train home, and had a good night's sleep when I got back. Mmmmmm sleep.

Ok, so yes, I've missed out on some details, but I haven't got a photographic memory, and aside from that, I can't be fucked writing every single thing down. Have a good one people,
Luv Ya'll, XOXOX

AL rambled on at 5:08 PM - -

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Saturday, June 25, 2005

apocalyptically over-tired

"and the Smurfs all gathered around the lone Oompa Loompa, chanting a Satanic sacrificial ritual verse, as they all got out their dust-busters, and proceeded to suck the orange pigment from it's skin"

(Sometimes it's better to get a good night's sleep)

AL rambled on at 10:19 AM - -

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Friday, June 24, 2005

Chilled & Warm

I am hellbent on having a good time tonight. I am not gonna let the Flu ruin my entire weekend. I look forward to sitting by the fire, Cosmopolitan in one hand, ciggie in the other, with some close friends, talking about past times, great parties, future lovers, and other miscellaneous things. I feel warm just thinking about it.

xoxox

AL rambled on at 1:14 PM - -

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Thursday, June 23, 2005

Raindrops in Wonderland

I'm SO hating the weather at the mo - I wake up, and it's freezing cold, and raining. So I rug up to stay warm in the winter weather. THEN, however, by about 11am, the sun comes out, and I start to warm up, thus, I go home and change because I end up sweltering. Before you know it, it's raining again by about 2pm, and I start to freeze my ass off. No wonder I feel sick constantly. The weatherman is seriously out to fuck with my head.

I'm off on another city adventure this weekend (yes, AGAIN). I'm meetin' up with a few guyz, go out on the town, most likely to HEAT (pictured left) - gorgeous decor, great drinks, marvelous location, and a cage for people to dance in, above the DJ booth. How enticing! I'm also takin' the opportunity to get some photo's done, and who knows, most likely I'll get drunk, and strip to pose for some nudey-shots *evil grin*

I had an "Alice in Wonderland" dream again last night. Except, it was a black rabbit I was chasing, and my ex-boyfriend was the Queen of Hearts. And the Cheshire Cat was armed with a machine gun. And I got wasted at the Mad Hatter's Tea Party... I think this MAY be a sign from my sub-concious mind telling me not to drink coffee 10 minutes before I go to bed.

Luv Ya'll, XOXOX

AL rambled on at 11:34 AM - -

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Questions, Questions...

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"grabbed at his flesh and tore it from his limp body."
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
Um, air - though if I put my arm down, my hand lands on my journal.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
I passed an electronics store that had Toy Story 2 playing on their TV's. Duz that count?
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
12 noon
5: Now look at the clock; what is the actual time?
12:47pm
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My "Ministry of Sound: Sessions Volume 2" CD blasting out of my stereo at an insane volume level.
7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
I popped outside and had a ciggie on my patio.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
I was reading up on the shennanigans of the Big Brother House.
9: What are you wearing?
Clothes, for a change.
10: Did you dream last night?
Yep, about being attacked by Ooompa Loompa's.
11: When did you last laugh?
Thismorning, when I used a public bathroom, and read a sentence on the bottom the the cubicle door that stated "You Are Now Pooing at a 45 Degree Angle!"...
12: Last person you talked to on the phone?
My shrink, who called about 4 minutes ago.
13: Seen anything weird lately?
I saw a man with a goiter about the size of a football. It looked like a second head.
14: What books are you reading?
Danse Massacre by Stephen King, and the Davinci Code
15: What is the last thing you ate?
Sushi, from the local health bar.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
To be honest, a packet of expensive cigarettes, and a bottle of imported top shelf Tequila.
17: Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
I love it when guys blow in my mouth. (What?!? There isn't much people DON'T know!)
18: Are you too shy to ask someone out?
No. If I'm too shy to ask someone out, then they're ovbiously not for me.
19: Favorite flowers?
White roses.
20: What item in your line of sight have you owned the longest?
A photo frame that orignally held a photo of my Dad in it, until I burned it. Now it's got a pic of my cat in it.
21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you name her?
Skye
22: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you name him?
Dexter
23: If you were dating someone a lot taller/shorter than you, would it affect the relationship?
Yeah, I like to see eye to eye with people. Also, having equal advantage in a 69'er is a nice touch.

AL rambled on at 11:21 AM - -

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

High, somewhat...

"When I close my eyes, I can still see hundreds of people infront of me, with their hands in the air" -
from The Crowd Song by Rythym Gangsta's.

If I'm in a chilled out, suave mood, I go to the cocktail lounges -
If I'm in a horny, agressive mood, I trawl the gay clubs -
If I feel sexy, I head to the R'n'B clubs -
If I'm energetic and full of Tequila, I seek out the underground rave clubs -
and if I'm in Sale... I go nowhere, because Sale only has one nightclub, and I wouldn't be seen DEAD in there, unless I'm really REALLY drunk...

Today I'm in a rather large hyperactive mood. I feel like typing complete and utter nonsense, but I won't because I don't want to fuck people's minds up. Not that I actually could fuck people's mind's up. That would be quite painful, to have a penis inserted into your brain. Infact, I wouldn't want anything inserted into my brain. Well, maybe chocolate, directly onto the portion which deals with sexual thoughts. I can see good things comming from that. Has anyone noticed how bad a cigarette tastes after chocolate? How much does that suck? All in all, I'd found the ULTIMATE 3-some (not including the Jesse Braford, Colin Farrel and me one!!!) until my evil discovery: Coffee, chocolate and a ciggie. But noooooo, my perfect combo had to backfire on me.

I want to go raving tonight, to Bubble to be specific, but it's only open Saturdays. It's wicked there, 'coz last time I went, they had free massages, and free fruit (for the E'd up people), and the DJ played like, 5 of my fave songs in a row. How fucking marvelous is that? Very fucking marvelous indeed.

Anyway, enough of this nosensical weirdness. This is AL, signing of from Hyperactivopolis.
Luv Ya'll. XOXOX

AL rambled on at 9:35 AM - -

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Monday, June 20, 2005

...

The chilling air envelopes me as I sit outside, light a cigarette, and ponder why I chose to drink so much last night...

AL rambled on at 11:08 AM - -

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Saturday, June 18, 2005

Another LONG day...

Do we really need another Law & Order spin-off? "Trial By Jury" hits Australian shores in the next couple of weeks. Now, free-to-air TV is literally packed full of different Law & Order shows. THEN, we have Pay TV, which shows constant repeats, maybe four or five times a day. We don't need this over-bombardment of crime shows. I don't want to turn on the television after 8:30pm, and constantly see trench-coat wearing detectives investigating some gruesome murder, that ALWAYS has some elusive plot twist in the last 15 minutes. Sure, the series HAS been popular, but don't producers know that overkill does exist? And to top it all off, there's nothing overly new about Trial By Jury - same general setting, same boring lawyers arguing over someone's innocence or offences. To counter some of the darker shows on television at the mo, I've come up with some of my own Law & Order spinoffs:
"Law & Order - Miami Vacation" : Detective Stabler comes to the realisation that he's gay, and launches an all out assualt on the crime-wave in the south, with his 10 inch schlong.
"Law & Order - Gang Wars" : An in-depth look at how stupid cops get killed whilst trying to investigate gang warfare.
"Law & Order - Sex on the Bench" : The lust-fuelled lives of the legal community. Filled with raunchy sex, scandal, and the occasional underpaid whore who eventually sues.
If there are any producers out there willing to take me up on a few scripts, please email me, you pathetically boring bastards...

I would like to take this opportunity of space to state that I think Clay Aitken is one hell of an ugly fucker. I could compare his "look" to that of a 3 day old corpse found floating in the Hudson River. And that voice - although if I'm ever in need of a CD that helps people to fall asleep in 5 seconds flat, I'll consider buying his.

In other news - some people suck anus (& not in the good way). My recent city trip was somewhat ruined in the early hours, because oe of my more recently aquired friends decided to send me a text message stating that "if I was to go anywhere near his ex, I'd be in trouble". Like I'm gonna go out of my fucking way (mean in more ways than one *evil grin*) to ruin someone else's night. I had a marvelous time doing what I did best (dancing, drinking and fucking). Now however, I'm left feeling somewhat bad for something I didn't even do. It's amazing how even an insinuation of something can bring on guilt. This so-called new "mate" of mine seemed like a nice guy, and then he did a complete 180 on me with no warning signs what-so-ever. I'm left feeling like I've done wrong by him, even though I haven't. However bad he's hurt my feelings, I feel that he's too good a friend to lose, and although I've left a couple of messages on his phone, I've gotten no reply. Am I crying over spilt milk, or am I being sensible by wanting to save a friendship that I believe could be a good one?

Questions. Where's the fun in life without 'em, really?
Have a good one people,
Luv AL, xoxox!

AL rambled on at 12:36 PM - -

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Friday, June 17, 2005

Trip Report - Finally

Clubhopping Trip #"I've Lost Count"...

Saturday: After a lenghty venture into the city, after jumping on what was later to be revealed as a bungled tram with faulty brakes, which naturally came to a grinding halt more than 15 minutes walks away from the next tram depot, I'd come to the conclusion that it was gonna be another botched up excursion which'd leave me spending half my time dealing with the fucked up transport situation Melbourne has to offer. Thanfully, I eventually got to my hotel in time, booked a room, watched TV and drank a 6 pack of Woodstock Premium 7% Bourbon. My destination was Xchange - the friend I'd originally arranged to meet me there, had not called, infact, they had their phone turned off - the epitome of rudeness when you know someone's gonna call you. But, little woeful me, who was slightly inebriated by that point, decided to venture out anyway. Arriving at Xchange, I found myself surrounded in an array of really hot young guys, all wearing round a bouts the same thing: jeans, white sneakers, and a pink polo with the collar turned up. Marvellous. So I socialized (as a social whore must do), slowly drinking myself into oblivion, and eventually got chatted up by this hot couple who were looking for a threesome. My decision to join them? Oh c'mon, like that's an unanswerable question. The rest of my night was fucking awesome, even if I was confined to the bedroom for a good 4 hours.

Sunday: A friend I'd met the previous night convinced me to stay an extra night, and come out on the town again. I found myself back at Xchange for a tiny bit, mainly to watch the midnight stripper act, which I was sorely dissapointed with. Strippers usually have a tendency to be sexy, and this guy was, until he dragged up what looked to be a drowned rat (later on inspection, it turned out to be an OBVIOUSLY underage uber-fugly twink) and proceeded to give him a lapdance. It was like Beauty and the Beast. Unfortunately, the Beasyt kinda ruined the whole picture - thus, I left shortly afterwards. I headed on to Evolution, a more classy nightspot across the road. A mixed venue, not just limited to one type of sexuality. Pumping rave music got me goin good here, and soon I was bouncing off the walls due to a mixture of Tequila and half an E someone gave me out of sheer generosity. Found myself a hot young spunk, who introduced himself by grinding himself up against me on the dancefloor. In the end, we were literally having a fuck on the dancefloor, which didn't seem to disrupt the hetereosexual couples surrounding us. I'm pretty sure they were up to the same deal too. Found ourselves a toilet cubicle, after a drunken journey through the dark club, and finally got to wrap my lips around his huge 8 inch cock, blowing him until he shot his load, to which he returned the favor. Parted and went on our separate ways, and went back to my mates place, where I literally passed out.

Monday: Severe hangover from the past two nights out. Spent the day doing absolutely fuck all. Discovered that chinese food is THE best hangover cure, with a pint of beer. Caught the train home, slept until I almost missed my stop, and headed back to my dingy little house.

All in all, I don't really have anything against the gay clubs now - not that I did before, I just didn't agree with the stereotypical vibe of it all. Now however, I realise sometimes it's good to get into it all - I was with 3 super-cute guys in 2 days. I may still have my mojo after all.

Luv AL, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:07 AM - -

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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Brrrrr

I returned from a big weekend out on the town, just in time, to catch the Flu. Dammit.

AL rambled on at 9:07 AM - -

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Saturday, June 11, 2005

.

THE WEEKEND HAS ARRIVED!!!

Aside from ^that, the weather is somewhat gloomy, as I surf the social wave into my two days of leisure. I've always been a "Summer Guy". On THOSE days where the temperature hits 40degrees (that's 104 farenheit for you American's), where almost everyone is inside worshipping their air-conditioners or at the pool... THAT kind of summer. At the mo, it's winter. Dammit. The sky is constantly grey, and rain threatens every waking moment that I'm outside. Not alot of fun for AL. Luckily tonight I'll be mostly inside, either drinkin' it up with my mates, or dancing the night away, totally oblivious to time itself. Another thing that shits me about winter is the taxi lines, and how they're significantly larger. Along with the majority of the clubbing population, there is NOTHING worse than emerging out of a club that you've spent a good 6 hours at, only to find that the queue for taxi's stretches atleast half a kilometre down the street. Can't walk home because you fear your legs will either collapse from weakness, or fall off completely. Add the fact that you've become a walking brewery, and the idea of walking home just isn't realistic anymore. Have a good weekend people!

Luv AL, xoxox

AL rambled on at 10:55 AM - -

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Friday, June 10, 2005

Some People rolls eyes

There are some people in life which really puzzle me. I haven't spoken to my ex (Jason - and to think I forbid myself from ever mentioning that name on here again) in over a year, yet he still feels it's his job to bitch about, and take cruel stabs at everything I do. Why is this? I've moved on, yet he's having trouble staying away. In the past year, he's done nothing but try and upset me, and even though I haven't retaliated (given I don't want to lower myself to his level of patheticness), he just keeps going on and on. So I'm sitting here, thinking about the underlying meanings of this. Why do some people feel the need to torment their previous partners? Is it because they lack the personal skills to deal with the fact that their ex-lover has moved on in the world, or is it something more?

I've decided I'm going to murder the weather man from TV - he's given us nothing but bad, bullshit weather forecasts for the last week. Yesterday it was s'posed to be atleast 20degrees (celcius), so I left my jacket at home, and ventured out wearing only a t-shirt (and jeans, for all you gutter-minded people out there). Two hours later, I swear my skin had turned blue, and I was shaking like an epileptic under a strobe light. Today is also s'posed to be 20degrees, but I've taken not of the weatherman's fuck-up, and have decided to wear a jacket, to prevent evil-skin-numbness. However, it's getting warmer now, thus I can see myself shedding all these extra layers and carrying around a bunch of clothes I don't really need. Dammit!

I'm once again looking forward to my big-night-out tomorrow. This is becoming a habit. More so, a lifestyle - which ineveitably I'm gonna have to give up if I want to travel, because I keep spending my cash on V.I.P memberships and expensive champagne. But for now, I'm happy. I'm trying out the Xchange, a gay bar in Commercial Road, Prahran. Yeah yeah, I know I've made a point about not liking the gay clubs and such, but I have to give it a go. I can't alienate myself from disco music for too long, otherwise I'll go nuts.

Luv AL, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:49 AM - -

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Thursday, June 09, 2005

Weird...

Thursdays - I hate Thursdays. For one, it's 'coz it's the day before the day before the weekend. I start looking forward to Saturday, and long for that immense sleep in, but I have to wait because I've still got another day ontop of this one to get through. I also hate Thursdays because this is the day where everyone calls me up and suggests other plans to spend the 2 days that I have to enjoy myself, thus resulting in me re-working my schedule, only to have the original plan come back into action on Saturday morning. Ontop of that, add the cold winter weather, and the fact that I'm down to my last 5 cigarettes and I can't afford anymore - AL's in a bad, bad mood. Infact, I reckon I can handle Monday's better than Thursdays. Weird...

Me and a mate were discussing how many people we'd been with over a few beers last night. My mate proudly stated he'd been with over 25 chicks in the last 3 years, labelling himself a stud. Wow, what does that make me, a slut? I lied, and said I'd only been with about 40 guys in the last 3 years - about a third of the true amount. Does this make me a slut? I mean, I just like sex, is there anything wrong with that? If not, as some of you would say, then why did I hold back and lie about it? I don't understand half the things I do or say. Weird again...

Luv AL! xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:10 AM - -

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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Another Dreadful Season

W I N T E R

I'd be remarkably happier if it snowed.

But it never will.

Not HERE anyway.

*insert sad face here* and just to add to the miserable time I'm having:it always happens, things look hopeful and i'm happy ~ only to have myself shot down by my own emotional arrow, which sends my lifeless corpse crashing to the ground

AL rambled on at 10:19 AM - -

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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Bitching and Whining

I have to laugh at some people. I know this person, let's call him *Ben. Ben has a serious problem with his friend's talking to his ex-boyfriend's. Thus, when this happens, he can't accept the fact that just because he's broken a link, his friend's choose not. Therefore, he dumps them too. Apparently this happens over and over again. Geez, he's gonna be stuffed soon - it seems us gay guys are all linked in some way or another, whether it be friendship wise, or previous one-night-stands. He's gonna end up with no-one. Do I care? Not really. Ben's my ex too. I don't stop talking to people because they talk to him. How fucking immature...
(*Name's may or may NOT be changed :-P)

Still on the topic of people - don't you hate it when someone close to you passes on some juicey information, that happens to be about someone backstabbing one of your other friends. And what makes it even worse is that the backstabber is someone your other friend has feelings for. Half of me wants to tell this friend that they are being led on, but the other half of me knows that the inevitable opening of this Pandora's Box is going to lead into arguments and fighting. Maybe I should just let the river run it's way...

I'm off on another adventure into the city on Saturday. Meeting up with friends, buying SHOES, going out clubbing, doing "my thing" . I might pick up, though I haven't exactly planned to. I'm not the sort of person to plan a night out TO pick up, thus it probably explains why I'm not a big fan of the Gay clubs. Gimme a good martini in a nice chic cocktail bar anyday, rather than go to some dingy neon lit bar playing Kylie Minogue and retro 80's bullshit. Sorry, I may be Australian, but I ain't no Kylie fan. I hate her voice. It's so nasal.

Luv AL, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:22 AM - -

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Saturday, June 04, 2005

My Complicated Life

I spent the morning trying to figure out the lyrics to "She's Not You" by Jesse McCartney, because I've had it stuck in my head ever since I heard it in Craig's ute whilst driving in Traralgon! Now, I'm not the biggest fan of the young, yet obviously talented and somewhat good-looking singer - but I'm getting there. It's not common for me to get a pop song embedded in my mind. Infact, the last time this happened was with "The Middle" by the Sugababes. Yet, some tracks seem to break through the "Non-Commercial Wall" and this seems to be one of them. So it's YAY-for-pop-music, for now anyway...

Still on the topic of music, Slinky is drawing closer and closer, and I'm yet to decide how I'm going to dress for it. Last year, I dyed my hair black, except for two devil horns which were bright red. I wore a white t-shirt with the word "WHORE" scribbled across it in huge black letters, "Elevator" sneakers that had 3-inch thick soles, black and white striped flares that somewhat resemble the one's Beetlejuice wore, and my signature raver sunnies - ya know the kind, the thick rimmed black ones, with yellow lenses. Yeah, I like to be outrageous, but surprisingly, I still blended into the crowd with no problems at all, well - aside from the fact I was taller than most people. Being 6ft tall, I didn't really need the extra height from my shoes, but meh...

I would like to state that semen in the eye is SO not a good thing. I had an encounter with the situation last night - not deliberately of course, I just accidentally rubbed it into my eyes whilst trying to get it off my face. Overshare? Maybe, but I was trying to describe what happened. I never assumed it would sting so bad. So naturally, I walk up the the host of the PARTY I was at, and ask to use their bathroom. Of course, I wasn't going to get away that easily. I was asked what was wrong. I replied by stating that I'd gotten something in my eye, and I needed to flush it with water for a few seconds so that the stinging would go away. They asked what I'd gotten in it. Being slightly drunk, I wasn't as quick-witted to come up with a response, so I just naturally stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds. I must've had a sheepish looking grin on my face, because they soon caught on, and after having a damn good laugh for a minute, they ushered me into the bathroom, where they proceeded to ask me 20 questions about what and WHO I was doing behind the garden shed. Embarassment? Can you say "HELL YES" 20 times?

In the past 2 weeks, I've had some amazingly embarassing situations thrown my way. I've walked into windows TWICE - once at a restaurant in the local mall, spilling my milkshake allover myself, much to the amusement of the diners inside, and once at a shopping plaza in the city, which has been recently renovated and I had not noticed they'd moved the entry doors. I've never been labelled as a klutz, though I do get myself in some hilarious fixes alot. In the past couple of years, I've been to the Emergency Department for several reasons:
* I got my hand stuck in a Nutella jar, after trying to scoop out the last remnants of chocolate spread with my fingers...
* I had a pen lodged up my nose, after leaning too close to the desk, and sneezing...
* From accidentally firing off a nail-gun whilst pointing it at my feet, impailing my foot within my shoe...
* Falling off my bike, after smashing into a low-hanging tree branch, which I didn't see, because I was checking out some guy...Ah, but I can look back now and laugh at it all, and sometimes cringe at how dumb I can be sometimes!

I have discovered the cocktail with THE grossest name: it's called a "Chicken Foetus", and although I can't remember what's in it, it's a deliberately CURDLED concoction that, while it may be nice-tasting, makes me want to wrech when it SLIDES down my throat. *shudders at the thought*

Have a funkadelic weekend peeps!
Luv AL, xoxox

AL rambled on at 11:23 AM - -

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Friday, June 03, 2005

Me Time

I long for this cold autumn weather to vanish soon, but it continues to surge forth, bringing cold irritable mornings, and boring unsocial evenings, stuck inside, shivering next to the heater.

I look forward to a weekend of relaxation for once. No parties. No clubs. No socializing. I need some "me time" ...

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 10:33 AM - -

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Thursday, June 02, 2005

Changes... Again

It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times...

Nah, not really. Today has been quite average.
Average weather: Cold, WIndy and drab.
Average socializing: bumped into a few regulars in the mall.
Average mood: I'm happy, but not OVERLY happy.

*I've changed my diet quite recently. I've cut back on all the sugary, fatty, "loaded with carbohydrates" stuff, and I now eat alot more veges and fruit. I knew that reading my sister's "girlie-mags" would have some effect on me, but not this much. I'm now into actually getting up early in the morning and jogging around the lake. I don't smoke after 5pm (like that really matters anyway), and I try to cut the caffiene atleast 4 hours before I go to bed.
Giving up smoking: well, I re-lapsed, and I'm pissed off at myself for it. I HAVE however cut back, as it's gotten to the stage where my addiction is really starting to take control - as in, I crave a cigarette, but I don't necesseraliy WANT one. I joined the Nicobate QC Program, and I now have a number I can call whenever I feel like giving in to cravings. Hopefully I'll succeed better this time.

*I didn't sleep very well last night. I worry alot about a friend who's depressive over a few occurances which weren't in his power to control. I'm hoping he'll be fine, and be strong enough to overcome the pety bitching being thrown at him, that engulfs so many people these days.

*Me and Ant are officially OVER. To be honest, I felt somewhat smothered, and tied down, to a relationship that was so "up in the air" all the time. I don't want an open relationship. I want to be able to have someone all to myself, and not "share" them with other people. I want someone to laugh with, and sing cheesy songs with, and watch scary movies so that I can cuddle up to them... is that too much to ask?

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 12:17 PM - -

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