It's weird how coming home, as much as you may feel like you want to, is kind of depressing. Especially if you're alone. It's just like "what now"? Obviously I'm not tired enough or something.

Thursday - exam was bad and i will fail. That night went out with all the uni people, $25 for open bar from 9-12, so I got totally smashed. Four vodka cruisers before we went out, at least 10 vodka and oranges when we were there, and then 3/4 or so of a bottle of wine which Dale conveniently stole for me. Lucky it didn't have a cork in it.

This led to feeling great, and then staring at the wall, and then vomiting. Which led to escaping to the bathroom, and even though everything was a blur, I got filled in that security came after me, "escorted" me out of the premises, and yeah. Then the police wanted to call my dad or take me to the station. And no taxi drivers wanted me in their cabs, because I would vomit. Thanks a lot.

But luckily i have awesome uni friends that looked after me. I awoke in the morning, feeling horrible, and was sick most of the morning. I finally felt like driving home at about 4:30pm on Friday, and skipped a party on that night.

Saturday I worked, meh meh and more meh. Glad to have money. Found out I may finally be getting award rates and more for being in charge, which i should already be getting. That night was Dad's 50th, it was ok, didn't drink much, was just cold and tired, and sick of old people looking me up and down. Sure I was wearing footless tights, and stuff, but it's really not that strange.

Lee came over too and I am sick of telling people "no, we're just friends". He drove home after drinking. Silly boy. I protested this decision for as long as i could.

Today I slept in for so long, it was wonderful. And around 4:30pm got roped into being an extra for an education pregnancy video that will be going around Australia school's soon. Hah! And since they hardly got any extras I'm in all these scenes, in the background, standing around at a "party", and laughing at a drunk guy. Oh it was so boring. 5 hours of standing around. I am never going into acting.

Plus it was voluntary, so no $$$.

For some reason I was unbelievably angsty too, and now i have very short nails because i ripped them all of. I got a 6 pack of carlton cold for helping out, but I left it in Patti's car.

I saw Ro too, this guy I was with a while ago. And it wasn't awkward, like these things always are with me. He actually seemed to be coming onto me again, which I guess isn't that weird, but yeah.

Hanging out with people this week. If you want to, i'm free, let me know! I will also be making things, and wasting time on here, and sleeping in, and working [tues & sun] and probably going to arthouse on sat night. Who knows. I will be in Melb some days/nights too. I'll be everywhere.

Enough of this boring story telling.