Since my last diary post, I seem to have managed to have fallen into a slump of feeling rather sorry for myself. Let me give you an example of this: tonight I sent an email to the universe asking for some direction. And its not the first time that I have done this either. The last time worked out so well that I was inspired to build my business, so you see, not all hope is lost (yet)... I guess I need to listen hard for my reply. I know it will come, but I doubt in the form of a reply email. That would just be frikkin freaky! Anyway, back to my week. After staying home and blogging last Friday night, I also decided to stay home on Saturday night too. I just could not find the will or energy needed in the whole getting ready process of hair and make up. Men are so lucky. They can just throw on a pair of shorts/jeans/pants, a shirt or t shirt, squirt the aftershave and leave the house. They may not look great all the time but at least they look passable. I on the other hand, look like the bride of Frankenstein if I attempt to leave the house without having at least 5 changes of wardrobe, make up done and re done if necessary, hair done this way then that way, and then one more change of wardrobe so that I can honestly say that I feel less frump like and more mysterious vamp. Who the hell am I kidding, I look like exactly what I am when I go out, and that dear friends is an aging socialite. And this is normal for us gal's. Totally normal. Why is it that we become so obsessed in looking our very best? You never know who you may happen to meet, thats why. Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent, but hey, what sort of diary would I be writing if I didnt go tangent delving occasionally? The Yanki came round on Saturday night bringing with him some beer. The reason I was in such an odd mood was because it was the anniversary of my dear departed Grandmother. Dont get me wrong, she had a great life and passed at 101 years this time last year. Her funeral happened to be on my 30th birthday. That was a weird experience let me tell you. I hadnt seen a lot of my family for many many years, so it was great to see them on my 30th, but not so great due to the circumstances. Anyway, I had the urge to get drunk last Saturday, but barley managed to get tipsy. Poor effort really. Sunday was a god dam right off. I managed to get my butt out of my self pitty for a few hours and headed down to the beach for a much needed girly gossip with some friends. It lightened the day. Monday came and went with only one decision being made: I was hitting the town on Tuesday night. So I did. I went out, had a few Vodka's, got a bit tipsy and went home. Well actually a bit more happened in between. I was getting hit on and didnt want to be getting hit on especially by the guy that was doing the hitting. I called the Yanki to come rescue me. He happened to be in bed and after much persuasion, he got up and came to Cheers. The problem was though that the guy had left at the same time the Yanki walked in. He was not happy and is still not happy. He turned around and walked straight back out. Cant blame him really as he was in bed at the end of the day. Well done to him for getting up though eh! Anyway my night continued with a bit more vodka, but I felt weird, so decided to take myself off home and abuse my phone instead. That was clearly one of the best ideas that I have ever had. Not. I am still cringing at the messages sent and the phone calls made. Seriously, why do I have to do it? My friends do it too, so its not as if I am the only one, but its just ridiculous. I no longer wish to do this, so I am instructing myself to stop now. Wednesday was an odd day. My days seem to be getting odder and odder in how I perceive life. I find myself with a large amount of time on my hands and usually, to a normal person this would be great. You could go to the beach, go swimming, sunbathing, etc. But being a vampire I find it hard to go out in the sun. So where does this leave me? Bored and indoors. Winter is great as I can catch up with all my friends and generally there is never a dull moment, but summer? Well, not much going on really. And the pisser of this is that I severely hate being bored. Dont get me wrong here dear 5 readers, I do try as much as possible to stimulate the mind, but you can only do that to a certain extent without that getting boring too. I find Angry Birds works a charm for 20 minutes. Anyway, another tangent delved into and out of. I managed to go to Kipa. Yes, that was the extent of my day apart from getting a serious headache from doing some much needed editing on my book. Good times... Today brings us up to Thursday. I actually did something today! I went to visit Joanne the minger and Carol the physic crank at the hotel for 5 hours and some vodka. I had to return the amulet that she had lent to me as it had started to give me a rash. The vodka was good as was the chatting. I miss the chatting more than I miss anything these days. For work I talk on the phone all day long, but its not the same. Once home, after the Yanki had been ignoring me since Tuesday night, we chatted on FB for a while. I got dumped for being a tit. I am a handful, I am not perfect, I am independent, I am stubborn, I am annoying when Im drunk and its possible that I may have some underlying issues, but hey, dont we all? I feel my theme tune coming back "Another one bites the dust". Oh joy of bloody joys... Being a single socialite really does have some set backs especially when I am supposedly the most self centered person ever in the world when Im drunk. I would have said a bit of a small handful and occasionally irritatingly stupid, but self centered? That one was a bit harsh. Its not as if I have never seen video footage of me being rather intoxicated before. Yes, Shaun my dear Sister of the opposite sex does evil things and catches me on film occasionally. May I just say, I didnt think I came across as self centered. A wanker maybe, but not self centered. Anyway, I am going out this weekend. Oh yes, indeed I am. A friend from Rhodes is coming over and it could end up being messy. I have had to delete the Yanki's number as I couldnt bear to drunk stalk him. And lets face it, the possibility is quite high that I would. Its a shame I still have one number memorized and no matter how drunk I get, I never forget that god dam number... Its not as if I even wish to talk to said memorized numbered person. But he always gets hit with the shit stick non the less. The poor dear. And to make matters seriously worse, in a week I will be 31. Yep, 31 and single. 31 and an old maid. I feel Adele coming on tonight, I really do. If I had a violin, I would play it to myself, all be it badly, but who the hell cares. Man alive, I hope the universe answers me quickly with some direction. I dont think I can handle much more boredom. Im hoping I dont do a Britney. Seriously. People, any suggestions are welcome at this stage. The only thing I may turn my nose up at is knitting. I may be an old maid, but I aint ancient. Yet. P.S I have just figured out why I am in an odd mood. My back has started to ache. Welcome to my time of month. Again.
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TB
8/18/2011 06:32:28 pm
Yes Louise it's only you that can entertain us like that. Just don't get bored, take that Gucci out for a walk and it will do you both the world of good.
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