Summer of sadness?
This summer has been bad so far. They say that troubles come in threes but tons of bad things kept happening to my family and friends in one big blow.Here is a list of this summers troubles:- My little bro Pootle got beaten up and had massive bruises on his arms. The school I might add did fuck all about this.
- My big bro Mad on the same day Pootle got beaten up fell of his bike and fractured one side of his pelvis and crushed the other side.
- Susie the Suzuki (his bike) went to biker heaven.
- A family friend died in a biking accerdent.
- Sam my wife has been having a tough time lately I won't go into detail but she feels rough bless her.
- The horrible attacks on London which have shocked and saddened everyone.
Lots of bad things seem determined to hurt my family and friends. To invading nastiness I say this- fuck you, leave the people I love and care for alone!
Number of delusions encountered so far this summer: Two - they weren't nearly as long or as scary as last summers. Not that Im complaining, at least it doesn't mean Im locking myself in the bathroom till five in the morning again.
Here's a list of things despite these troubles I am thankful for:
- Mad wasn't more seriously hurt.
- I have a friend like Sam.
- I have a really nice boyfriend called Adam. Sorry gushing tee hee.
- Im having the gals over this Saturday for a girlie sleepover, be afraid Mad be very afraid!
Hopefully the bad stuff will keep away from my family and friends from now on, hopefully saying that won't tempt fate. And hopefully saying I have a nice boyfriend won't tempt fate either! Im not suspicious and I don't believe in fate its only that Im slightly mentally unstable. Basically I can't count my blessings without saying something to make fate or whoever realize that I know that these blessings are easily taken away.
BOOGIE
One of the noble deeds done by Sam my ginger knight.
I owe Sam a lot. Sam is one of the few people I actually do trust. An event that happened a while ago not only highlighted the amount of trust I have in her but also how lucky I am to be friends with her.
It was a Friday afternoon I recall, and thoughout week I had the longing to get pissed. It just so happens that this Friday was going to be one spent in Rosie's attic, with a rather large amount of alcohol. At the beginning of the evening (not all of us had arrived then) most of my friends went down to the chippie for some grub. It was at this point when I realized that I was going to be left with only two other people in a room full of booze. I thought the only way to fight the inevitable was to warn Kyle and Rosie; " Can you guys please watch me because I don't trust myself with all this booze."
It was completely in vain. A couple of minutes and red barcardi breezers later and Kyle in all his wisdom was giving me a "funny" bottle of wine to chuck down the loo. You think Kyle would know me better and realise that firstly that I have no shame, secondly I consider it alcohol abuse to waste booze. Instead of throwing the "funny" wine down the toilet I sat on the loo with my pants round my ankles singing and drank the wine.
After emerging from the loo- and flashing Hayley as she came back with everyone from the chippie- everything is, well, a blank. In my version of the evening the only booze which passed my lips was two red barcardi breezers and that "funny" wine. According to my friends what I drank was this; ten barcardi breezers, a bottle of wine, this spirit stuff which you're not surpost to drink straight -but I did, several cans of larger, plus more alcho pops which Sam brought.
After my few blank hours I remember sittingby the hatch in the floor of Rosie's attic. I had a vague feeling something was wrong, then it hit me. I couldn't breathe. In response to this I started to hyperventalate.
Sam: Joy are you hyperventalating?
Me: No! Erm . . . . I feel sick.
Next thing I know Sinead and Sam where holding a morrisons bag in front of me and a blissful bright red stream was flowing out of my mouth.
This is what my brain was thinking: Oh that bright red stream is new I wonder where that's coming from. This is fun WEEEEEEEE!
This is what my arms where thinking: Man we're tired who gave us this dumb old bag anyway?? Lets have a break.
This is what Sinead and Sam said when my arms where having a break: NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOO!!!!
I will now give a one word to describe what happened next: SPLAT!
After that I needed to be cleaned. Sinead who I haven't liked for a while and who I really don't trust one bit decided this was her job.
Sinead: Come on Joy take your top off.
Me: NO!!
Sinead: COME ON Joy you can trust me.
Me: NO!!
This cotinued for several minutes. Then Sam my knight in shining gold fish armor came to rescue me. She handled the situation perfectly getting rid of the first problem immediedatly,the problem being Sinead. She then locked us into the bath room for some privacy and undressed me down to my underwear. She ran the shower and automatically I got in it. "Wash your face." Sam instructed like a mother, so I did. It dawned on me that I was in the shower with my underwear on, I found this very complexing and promptly got out. Sam then turned her back whilst I undressed completely into some clean PJs. This took quite a while, I managed to get naked very easily but found getting dressed again difficult. This was mostly because I forgot what I was surpost to be doing. There I was confused, butt naked, trying to get dressed. I banged my head off the door but eventually made it into Rosie's PJs.What would I have done with out Sams kindness? I dread to think, she looked after me that night even though she was feeling bad herself. Sam has always looked after me and been a excellent friend, without her Im not sure where I would be. Sam you rock, thank you for looking after me that night! BOOGIE
P.S If you're wondering I did get a fright next morning when I woke up in someone else's PJs with no underwear on.
