Christ. So my week has been crazy busy, and I've still managed to wound myself, despite not doing anything particularly out of the ordinary. *headdesk*
On Tuesday I went out for dinner with Dad, his new girlfriend and a couple of his friends for his birthday. And holy crap, most awkward thing ever. His new girlfriend, Pauline (not the old Pauline, this is a different one) was 20 minutes late and I was
hungry, damn it. And she's completely taken over my house. It's insane. I don't recognise it any more. It went from a shithole house to an actual home. But not my home. It's odd. AND she was really subtly denigrating me for not seeing Dad often. So, yes, I'm not too fond of her. I'm going to see Dad's ex next Wednesday. I miss Audrey.
On Wednesday, oh, I did the stupidest thing possible. I woke up (obviously), early, for uni. And I was carrying my breakfast milkshake from the kitchen to the living room. And I was wearing socks, and Mum had just cleaned the hardwood floors. I slipped, landed heavily on my back and legs. My back was so bruised and swollen I couldn't go to uni. It hurt
so much. But by the evening it had abated somewhat, so Mum, Laura and I went out and had an amazingly awesome time. It was the most fun I'd had out in a long time. So much better than mainstream places.
Thursday was the Monash Asian/ASEAN Ball. The venue was absolutely amazing. It seated 800 people. It was beautiful. It was a good night, nothing special, but okay. Not really my scene. But Max and I finally co-ordinated our timetables and got the train together this morning, so that was awesome.
And tonight is Sam's party-thing, which promises some good times. And then, holy crap, I'm going to go home and sleep so much.
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