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We had a rather large night last night. It is amazing how things seem so different at after dark - I feel like I belong to the night. Daylight is too harsh and unforgiving, night-time seems to provide me with renewed clarity.
We dropped at about 7pm and I swear that last night was the coldest night this year to date. I was freezing as soon as night fell and wore my winter jacket for most of the night (only one week ago I partied all night in a sun-dress!). I can't say that I experienced anything particularly funkadelic or hallucinogenic, but we all had a pretty great time. We had a few adventures - I haven't been out at night with a huge group of people in a few years at least. It was very reminiscent of high scholl!
At about 9:30 we decided to walk to the duck pond and feed the ducks. We left in waves and I was half way there before I realised that we were missing a huge portion of the group. They caught up and a group of about 10 of us walked the streets until we decided to take a short cut through a local footy oval. We realise at the last minute that there is some kind of function on at the football club and that there are people inside the building. We decide to approach from the omnipresent dark as if we were a group of zombies - "brains"... The patrons weren't scared and invited us in for drinks. They were your typical Northern suburbs bogans - plaid shirts, wife-beaters and beers in hand. We left a few people at the footy club whilst we moved onwards and upwards to the duck pond. After an overwhelming reception by three ducks (who would have thought ducks weren't nocturnal) who ate all our bread we picked up the cast-offs from the footy club. We actually left one of our group there - Jase decided to take his chances with the only woman at the footy club who was neither grossly overweight or intoxicated to the point of no return (she was like 40-something!). We got back home well after midnight and somehow accumulated all kinds of junk on our travels, including:
-an orange crate
-a piece of bamboo 10m tall
-a huge smooth (phallic) piece of wood
-various election posters
I crashed at abut 4:00am - which is pretty good for me. It wasn't a solid sound sleep, but it was what I needed. Everyone else kicked on until pretty early in the morning.
I got pretty drunk - I never feel comfortable getting too intoxicated with Chris' friends. I can't really be myself with them. I would have had at least 7 beers (770 calories!!) - I can only usually manage about 4 of them. Needless to say that I feel like a fat, hungover loser today. I always get so freaking hungry when I am hung over. I have had my usual breakfast (apple, yoghurt, cereal) and some cheese and crackers and a square of chocolate, but I am famished. I don't know what I am really craving today...
Now that I have been at my current weight for a little while I am feeling as big and obscene as ever. it is ridiculous - this is my LOW weight and I feel as large as I ever have. I just want to feel normal; like I am not exploding out of my jeans or drowning in an excess of fat. I wish this were easy. I relly want to go lower, but it will require effort on one hand (I'll have to exercise) and secrecy on another. I am banned from losing by people who love me, but they don't understand how gross I (still) am. I can do better.
I ended up dying my hair:
I look like some kind of conventional young liberal. *sigh*
We dropped at about 7pm and I swear that last night was the coldest night this year to date. I was freezing as soon as night fell and wore my winter jacket for most of the night (only one week ago I partied all night in a sun-dress!). I can't say that I experienced anything particularly funkadelic or hallucinogenic, but we all had a pretty great time. We had a few adventures - I haven't been out at night with a huge group of people in a few years at least. It was very reminiscent of high scholl!
At about 9:30 we decided to walk to the duck pond and feed the ducks. We left in waves and I was half way there before I realised that we were missing a huge portion of the group. They caught up and a group of about 10 of us walked the streets until we decided to take a short cut through a local footy oval. We realise at the last minute that there is some kind of function on at the football club and that there are people inside the building. We decide to approach from the omnipresent dark as if we were a group of zombies - "brains"... The patrons weren't scared and invited us in for drinks. They were your typical Northern suburbs bogans - plaid shirts, wife-beaters and beers in hand. We left a few people at the footy club whilst we moved onwards and upwards to the duck pond. After an overwhelming reception by three ducks (who would have thought ducks weren't nocturnal) who ate all our bread we picked up the cast-offs from the footy club. We actually left one of our group there - Jase decided to take his chances with the only woman at the footy club who was neither grossly overweight or intoxicated to the point of no return (she was like 40-something!). We got back home well after midnight and somehow accumulated all kinds of junk on our travels, including:
-an orange crate
-a piece of bamboo 10m tall
-a huge smooth (phallic) piece of wood
-various election posters
I crashed at abut 4:00am - which is pretty good for me. It wasn't a solid sound sleep, but it was what I needed. Everyone else kicked on until pretty early in the morning.
I got pretty drunk - I never feel comfortable getting too intoxicated with Chris' friends. I can't really be myself with them. I would have had at least 7 beers (770 calories!!) - I can only usually manage about 4 of them. Needless to say that I feel like a fat, hungover loser today. I always get so freaking hungry when I am hung over. I have had my usual breakfast (apple, yoghurt, cereal) and some cheese and crackers and a square of chocolate, but I am famished. I don't know what I am really craving today...
Now that I have been at my current weight for a little while I am feeling as big and obscene as ever. it is ridiculous - this is my LOW weight and I feel as large as I ever have. I just want to feel normal; like I am not exploding out of my jeans or drowning in an excess of fat. I wish this were easy. I relly want to go lower, but it will require effort on one hand (I'll have to exercise) and secrecy on another. I am banned from losing by people who love me, but they don't understand how gross I (still) am. I can do better.
I ended up dying my hair:
I look like some kind of conventional young liberal. *sigh*