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My own tackiness astounds me

Huge Elvis plush fabric panel courtesy of Spotlight now resides above my bed.
Doesn’t it make you wanna pull some wicked Karate moves and split open your own pants with excitement?

Face Book Faux Par

*slaps face*

Just added ex boyfriend to Facebook after importing hotmail contacts.

This could be awkward, given he seemingly hates me. Smooth, Prue. Real Smooth.

Roadtrip with the Parentals

The video above was filmed on the way home from dinner on Saturday night. It contains copious amounts of bad language, my dad farting, my mum having some sort of seizure to the music of Little Richard and audio proof of my horrendous laugh.

Cold but happy

It’s so ridiculously cold here at home. We have this poxy little electric heater that does sweet fuck all to combat the cold. There have been countless phone calls between the real estate agents and myself to organize a proper, working gas heater, and apparently it’s all coming to fruition sometime this week. Just as well, because I think I’m starting to get hypothermia! Right now, I’d settle for ripping up the floor boards and building a bonfire. Note to self: Put electric blanket on the bed!

Given how cold the house is, we’ve been going out quite a bit. We started with an outing to the city the other night. Nate and I ended up in Lygon Street for dinner, so we headed to Universal for an awesome seafood platter. Their garlic prawns are awesome, although you have to endure some pretty average customer service to get them. Then again, it was around 11pm, so I guess when you’re one of the only restaurants willing to serve patrons who walk in at such a late hour, you can be a prick and get away with it.

Satisfied and starting to burp garlic, we left and headed in to the city to take some photos. Nate hogged the camera, so here’s all 2 of the pictures I took.

After a night in the city, we went and sought refuge in Burwood 24 hour Kmart. Is it just me, or is it always super warm in there? I love it! Late night shopping is awesome. I wish everyone would catch on!

Wednesday night Nate, Squish, new housemate Emily and I went down to the Tudor Inn for cheap parma and trivia. We came a dismal 8th, but for our efforts won a $10 voucher. We stayed til they closed, taking 2 hours to play 2 games of pool. In a sad twist of fate, Squish and I had our sober arses kicked by Nate and Emily who were wasted.

I’ve spent a few nights at the folks place this week. It’s been a nice escape from the cold, given that their heating turns their house into the fiery pits of Hell. Mmmm, sacrelicious.

My parents are insane. Totally mental…Just the way I like it. And yes, I’m entirely aware that my dad appears to be groping my mums boob in that picture. Let’s try not to talk about it, okay?

Arty Prue

I painted this the other day. Nate decided he wanted something for above his bed so tie his bedroom all together, so I came up with this.
It still needs a little bit of work, just a couple of bits I want to fix up but I think I really like it. What do you think?

The other day I posted an apology in my journal to a friend of mine, J. Thankfully, we were able to patch things up and we met up on Thursday for a coffee in Bourke Street. Actually, there was no coffee, but isn’t that just what you say when you meet up with someone in a public space for an hour, regardless of whether coffee is consumed? I had a Coke- one of those poxy 250ml Cokes in the glass bottle that still cost the same as a 600ml. We walked around, had too many cigarettes and talked some shit. It was the perfect way to spend an hour. I had an awesome time, so maybe we can make it a more regular occurrence. Although, apparently I come across as a bit “helter skelter” ie: I talked far too much and said ridiculously random things. It’s funny, I feel very comfortable around J, but for some reason my mind runs a thousand miles a minute and my mouth just won’t shuddup! Before I’ve even thought about what I’m going to say, BANG! It’s out there. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact I was running on very little sleep and 3 coffees by that point? Or am I just normally like that and don’t realise?

I’ve been thinking about how I need to call my mate Chris. Last week he was home from South Australia, which is a fairly infrequent occurrence, and I was meant to hang out with him. I didn’t end up seeing him because I was feeling so frazzled and fucked up last week, I just couldn’t muster the motivation to see anyone. I was in a really bad frame of mind last week and I feel terrible coz I didn’t get a chance to see him. I don’t want him to think I blew him off, coz in all honesty, I was so excited he was home…but everything just seemed to snowball last week. I think in a few months time, I am going to fly up there for the day to see him. That’s right, you heard read me! I think I’m ready to take a flight somewhere.

Taking the train to the city the other day really made me realise that maybe I’m ready to handle something like a flight. Apart from last weeks emotional collapse of sorts, I’ve been feeling really good. Look how excited I am to be on the train…

I had Teeds and Ange round on Friday night to hang out. We got ourselves whored up and took some photos for Teeds to take with her to England in a few weeks.
Here’s one of me (I don’t have the other ones yet) You can see how short my hair looks here…

Fuck, Teeds did a good job on my foundation! I wish I had skin like that all the time!

Anyways, I’m off to make some pasta

I’m not the footpath, so quit walking on me.

It’s fucking freezing here in the house. I’m wearing my hoe jacket (sexy faux leopard fur that makes me look like I’ve just walked off Gray Street) just to keep warm! I had been wearing my dads jumper but he stole it back when I went to visit last night. Bastard! Aside from my cat, it’s been the only source of warmth I’ve had since the cold weather came on.
I’ve been calling the Real Estate, busting their arse to chase down my landlord so they can install a decent heater. The one we have no is a piss weak electric heater on the wall in the lounge that would struggle to warm even the toilet, let alone a kitchen/lounge room with 14ft ceilings! They’d better come through with some source of heat, or I’m just going to start a bloody bonfire in the lounge room.

Lauren is moving out tomorrow and to be honest, I’m kinda glad. We’ve had lots of fun living together but lately we haven’t really been getting along very well and I think living apart will be much better if we wish to maintain any sort of friendship. We had an argument the other night and she’s been abrupt with me since. I said some stuff that I should probably have just kept to myself and we had it out in the hallway. I thought we were okay after that, but we’re not. She said she wasn’t shitty at me but given she yelled at me when she said it, I’d say she wasn’t being entirely honest. I was fairly hurt considering I’d really hoped we could have a nice dinner, just the 3 of us to say goodbye and goodluck. Whatever. To be honest, it pisses me off coz I think I’ve been a pretty good friend to her and I’m always there when her other friends have ditched her, but I guess she doesn’t see it that way. I hope distance and perspective will entice her to treat our friendship a little bit better. 
I plan on sleeping or staying in my room tomorrow while she’s moving. I think the stress of the move will lead to short tempers and I can see it ending up in tears. My tears anyways. I’m really just not in the mood to bother when I’m treated so poorly in return all the time.

Speaking of friendships, I’m pissed off with Michael. I’m tired of always being the one to message him, invite him to do things, email him. People who ditch their friends when they find someone better really give me the shits. I guess I get sick of giving heaps in a friendship and getting fuck all in return. Truthfully, I’ve felt that way pretty much all my life. The only friendships I really ever get back the effort that I put in are with Teeds and Ange and Nate. I really can’t think of any other relationships where I’ve felt I didn’t make all the effort. Teeds and I are going to hang out on Friday night so I will ask Andrea along and we can hang out like old times.

I spent last night at the folks place, basking in the glow of their glorious heater. It was perfect. I was toasty and warm, mum and I got to chat, we watched Boston Legal on Foxtel and we drank Chai tea. The mothership and I should really make that a weekly date. Perhaps I will stay on Thursday night, after we go to the city together. Mum has a job interview so I’m going to kick it in the CBD. Any ideas of stuff I should do?

Okay, it’s officially too late and I’m starting to notice stalactites dangling from my nostrils. Damn this cold house!

PS. How much do I love Windows Live Writer Beta 2??

Sorry

Yesterday I fucked up a friendship good and proper. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I don’t know how to tell this person just how sorry I am and how much I will miss them in my life. I’ve tried but everytime I write something down I just delete it coz I can’t find the right words. It will sound strange but our friendship pretty much only existed online, but at times he has been my closest confidante and our friendship has always felt real to me. In fact I can be sure it’s real, because otherwise I wouldn’t feel the regret and sadness I feel right now. It’s wierd how close you can grow to someone via email.

Last night I had a dream that confirmed that I spend far too much time on the Net. My entire dream took place in MSN, the entire dialogue was typed. I dreamt that out of the blue DW messaged me. We got to talking and he told me he was married to a girl he met in Vietnam and they now had a daughter called Hannah. For some reason, all of my side of the conversation was hand written on my graphics tablet. It’s been a long time since I dreamt of DW. I wonder why I did last night?

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such an emotionally charged person. It would make life so much easier. I have plenty of weaknesses, trust me.