First entry in almost two months…

I don’t even know where to start!!!

Ok, so, Jarrod and I started going out at the start of December. Things are pretty good, considering how I usually manage to fuck shit up by now. Minus a few major hiccups, one involving a night of booze and Jarrod deciding he was in love with Tash, Sven’s recent ex. So I ran away and cried in a phone booth and called Dave and told him all about it, who then called Jarrod and told him to go find me because he was worried, and then Jarrod and I had this big drunken chat and I cried more, and then max showed up and got all weirded out and left and yeah, haha. It was a weird night. Fixed all that though.

Had Christmas at Kempton with Jarrod’s family. He has two older sisters; Rachel, who is twenty-six, and Rebecca, who is thirty. Rachel lives in a flat in north hobart with her son, zac, who is almost two. Rebecca is married and has a son, Jackson, who is almost one. They are the two cutest little kids ever! I’ve had lots of dealings with zac because Jarrod and I meet Rachel for coffee almost every week. He’s such a rascal =]

New years Ally and Rigabo came over and the four of us got trashed. then Rachel came over with bubbly and we got even more trashed. then the five of us, plus a disposable camera, headed out on the town. Midnight rocked up and we’d lost Rachel at Irish and Ally and Rigabo at the tele, so Jarrod and I sat in a park and dropped these pills we’d managed to score and then headed to the fireworks. After that we tried to go to the Welcome, but they were closed, so we spent a couple of hours in the Shamrock having deep and meaningfuls (which Jarrod doesn’t remember.) Went back to his place. danced for a few hours. Then Max and Nick and Sam (Sam Orchard, Kate =] Hilarious boy.) came over and Nick sold Jarrod another pill. I fell asleep for two hours and woke up at seven. Max was still there. Then we all donned sunglasses and hoodies and headed to the taste for breakfast. Then to the lawns for more beer, then to the welcome for more beer, and then home at 3pm for sleep.

Don’t know what else to say. Oh, Dave was a cunt for a while. then he was friendly, then he was just friendly with Jarrod and cunty to me, but now everything’s all good. Jarrod was iffy with dave and I talking for a while but is over that now. He was lso uncomfortable with Max, because Max and I have been getting pretty close lately. Max still really likes me but would never try anything because I’m with Jarrod. But we get on heaps well as friends. I trust him, and we can chat about just about anything, it’s really nice. Jarrod gets a bit shitty when Max calls me up just to chat and stuff, but he’s getting over it. Although when Max gets drunk it gets a bit awkward. The other Wednesday we all went to the Brisbane to see Between the Buried and Me (awesome, btw), and everyone was maggot, and Jarrod went outside for a smoke and I ended up sitting on Max’s lap because he took my seat, and he bit me on the shoulder, which made me worry because jarrod would have hit him for that..

(long story, but Jarrod likes to bite, so I’ve got a couple of massive bite marks on my arms etc, and earlier in the might his mate Jake, who’s a real sweetie and a bi geeky and totally gorgeous – Jarrod was worried I’d run off with him, because it seems all of Jarrod’s friends like me, :S – anyway, jake was all, watch out, I’ll  bite your girlfriend! all joking and Jarrod was already maggot and almost hit him.) anyway, and then I said to Max hey, Jarrod will hit you, and Max apologised and then a couple minutes later really drunkenly goes "Grocky, I love you."

so we pretended that never happened, naturally. Last wednesday Max was equally as drunk and said "Grocky, if you’re interested, let’s get married. I’m serious, I would marry you." And I’m not quite sure how to take that haha. Max comes out with some pretty funny things when he’s drunk, but that wasn’t one of his funny lines. He’s younger than Jarrod, but only just. (He’s 22).

uhm, this all turned into a blur haha, no timeline. on the 24th February I’m going to Melbourne. Jarrod’s going on the 21st for two weeks, but I could only get one week off work. We’re going for Soundwave. Ally and Rigabo are coming too, flying up on the 26th, so Ally and I are going to spend our time shopping whilst the boys go to strip clubs haha.

I hate my job. Can’t stand the hours. I’ve called in sick heaps already, just because I couldn’t be bothered. mum would be mad if she knew I was looking for another job, but hey. Life’s too short to waste being unhappy. I’m sick of this whole, "I’ve got to get a full-time job and settle down and be adult" and shit, because really I don’t ever want to do that. I don’t want to own my own house or anything that’s going to keep me in the one place. I’m going to get a part-time job, because working half the hours I’m working now would still have me end up with the same pay. I’m going to find a small place of my own, and at the end of the year I’m going to move to melbourne. Or maybe Europe, I haven’t decided.

That is, of course, if I haven’t married Max =P

haha, I can say that, because come tax time Jarrod is going on an adventure up to Queensland and then anywhere life takes him, and he’s doing it alone. I figure I need to do something like that too. I’m feeling kind of stuck, if you get me. and horribly horribly down about everything, I don’t know. More than the usual apathy. I need to get away for a while and find my independence and such, so yeah.

one last thing before i go, On Wednesday I’m having the Implanon implant put in at family planning. Freedom for three years =]

xoxo