Graveyard Shift

It's been a while since I wrote. It feels a little as though I've forgotten how...Let's give it a go.

I cut my hair last night...I wanted a change, I always do. That usually means a new piercing or a hair colour change or a cut. I knew Mum would kill me if I dyed my hair again so soon though, and I'm not sure my hair could take it either, I'll have to wait a few months. In the meantime I still have my ears to complete. I'll have to wait to get my nose done until I leave home I think, it would upset my Mum a lot. I really want my eyebrow done but Rob doesn't really like the idea...so I've thought recently there's no point ruining my face in the eyes of the person I want to be with forever.

Anyway, there's heaps more piercings along the way and I can change my mind at any point. Unfortunately Marika's also sparked an interest in me about tattoo's, watching Kat von D's show has made me see how incredible some of them can look. But I'd want one that really means a lot, and I would want it on my back, to try and avoid tackiness. I'd love to incorporate wolf into the design, I have a few ideas but until I have it just right there's no way I'm going to consider it. It's so much more permanent than a little hole in your nose that won't completely heal over.

I think my writing style has changed, and I'm not sure I like it. Then again I have a small hangover and I'm exhausted from last night. Last night was Sean's 17th Birthday Party, he's Ariel's boyfriend. I didn't end up sleeping until 2am, and I woke up this morning at 9...time to begin my Legal Studies Project...soon.

So I was feeling tired last night before I went to the party but I took some vitamins and a fuckload of coffee laced with vodka and had my shower, cut my hair, took the old nailpolish off and went about choosing an outfit.

I hate getting changed, it's so much effort-especially during Winter. Not only do you have to look good-ish, but you have to stay warm, and plus I had to fit the dress code. In the end I fulfilled the "shirt and tie" requirements but not exactly the "semi-formal" dress code. Oh well I was reasonably warm during the night.

I met Ariel at the top of my street and we caught the bus to Ana's house, where we finished getting ready. We tried to talk Ana out of her outfit but in the end all she did was cut the buttons off her dress...which improved it quite a bit. With the black coat and boots and nice stockings it ended up looking good. Ariel looked incredible in a black velvet dress and the sexiest net stockings ever.

Ariel did her hair while Ana stole her cupcake beanie and then I did my hair and stole some of Ana's earrings to wear becaue I'd forgotten my own. I was wearing a white shirt with a pink, black and white striped tie and some grey tights that looked like jeans. Oh and black boots, and a black trench coat...of course.

Daniella's Mum picked us up, and we found our way over to Sean's, whereapon Ana there and then decided that by the end of the night she had to have visited the graveyard. I agreed to ensure her dream was fulfilled and with Ana struggling to text her mother the address we went inside.

I'll stop here because not everything is mine to tell and I have no way of knowing who will read this. Also my head is too slow to come up with a method of explaining the night without using names or making it obvious who is who. If it is possible I will attempt this at a later date. Until then, live long and prosper.
Kitty ;)