Current mood:	yea, fine
Current music:	Disarm

So. The last few days have been pretty interesting.

On Friday my family and I went to see Handel's Messiah at Hamer Hall. That. Was. Insane. It was simply exquisite, time passed differently. And the violins, oh man the violins ..they were something else. Such a beautiful instrument.
One of the sopranos was this relatively young woman. Her talent easily surpassing that of her elders. Except maybe the oldest man. His husky vocals, perfect technique.
Some of the money grandpa left us has been put aside so we can do things like this every once in a while.

Saturday we had breakfast with Kay and Andy who are just sincere, lovely people. Then a family Christmas thing at Nanna's. Which wasn't as painful as usual. Plus - and this rocks - Michelle was there! I haven't seen her in, I dunno, a year or two. And she's probably the only person in my extended family who I honestly like. She has the most beautiful nature. And it was pretty funny because somewhere along the line I became the cool, older cousin (even though Allison is older than me). Still amuses me that I can be cool based mainly on my age. But I felt like we really re-connected. Which was pretty touching and rare/non existent within my family. I think I'll write to her before we go away.

After that I had Jared's party. Which I don't remember a great deal of.
Was a ton of cool people there. Dunno what I expected. Didn't bring any of my own alcohol. That didn't prove to be a problem. Roman, among others, was very giving. Was weird goin' back to mixed drinks, like I haven't had a UDL since I was about 12. And there were these Pulse things that just tasted like sherbet. Lemon Ruskis that remind me of my mum. Jolmie was the only one with a clue (Smirnoff). Was mostly Woodstocks for me though.
I've known most of these guys since I first came to Berwick. But since I don't really get out much have never seen them after a few drinks.
Only really have pockets of memory. It was fun putting the pieces together with the boys the next morning (even if the picture remained incomplete). Slept between Kyle and Justin in a room with five other guys. Funny. It was something my dad really wanted me to go to. Cause Jared's is loved by father far and wide. Suits me fine.

The three clichés of intoxication were present in Erica, Chloe, Roman and I. Erica crumbled under insecurities and cried loudly and long. This I kinda remember. Chloe (who along with Erica and Anna had bought an esky full of booze) passed out early on. Hit her head and some unfortunate sombre person had to take care of her. I probably would've shared the same fate had it not been for Roman. Close to you wishing we're conjoined at the tongue, can you hear me thinking I should stop?
Mew, can anyone say 'awesome on guitar'?
'Cute in his part Russian, part Asian way'?
'Old crush resurfacing'? Yeea.
It all started to settle down around 2.30am. Everyone who was leaving, left. Chris had put the Redhot Chilli Peppers on full blast and he, Justin, Roachie, Kane were doing suicidal dance moves. Roman and I swayed, cheeks and hips pressed together, shouting alternate lines in each others ear. Once everyone had gone to bed we were out on the trampoline. Until this point we had all semi-convinced nothing had happened with us. That was sorta blown outta the water when I asked Roman what he was thinking and he kissed me. There was this uproar along the lines of 'ha! we gotchya!' from the bungalow. Was pretty funny but we still decided to move.

Stumbled to a spot by the dam. It was pretty good, like he was insistent without making me feel unsafe. Clumsily kissing, the weight of him. Wandering hands, fingers and tongues. Was probably good I had a boyfriend hanging over my head. Otherwise we would've gone the whole way. Which is not how I wanna lose it.
Was a little cold, but we were still too drunk to notice. The air was sweet. It was almost five am when we went back to the bungalow.

It was good. I didn't wake up with this dread that I had terminally fucked up. However most of Sunday was spent in bed. Little sore, little hung over, but no regrets. Erica called and a few hours later Ryan (who woke me up, bastard =P).
Came clean with Rick that night. He and I have split (believe it or not, on the grounds we don’t have enough in common). There's no bad blood, which is good.

Today was good too. Slept in, then went into the office after coffee with Ryan. Formally met D.C (obviously I've seen him around, but y'know). Actually, Ryan was late so I spent a half hour reading in that concrete cove facing the artspace in centre place. This guy on crutches set himself up on some crates nearby and smoked his weed from an apple. A practise I have never seen before, to be sure.
Read submissions and stuff. Geoff rocked around to print his thesis, which proved extremely difficult. I snuck off for about an hour, having met this cute Irish backpacker working where I bought lunch. Noel. He was really great, funny, interesting. Accent to die for. ‘If you had to be reincarnated as a polar bear or a kangaroo… hehe. When I had to go for the EdComm meeting he gave me his number. The coffee was on the house. I dunno, maybe I’ll call him when I get back. Maybe.
At meeting I met –man that’s annoying phrasing - the infamous Alex (hey, you're the girl that read) and Gina who had a cool dress. Yea, it’s worth repeating how beautiful Tom R's big brown eyes are. Think Voiceworks is going to have a Letters to the Editor page. Cool 'ey.