AHHH IM OLD AND BORING

It's Saturday night, the last one in November. Everyone who is anyone is out drinking and being merry for Work Christmas Shows, the last of the birthdays, catching up with people after a busy week, or celebrating the Uni holidays. So, what do you think I am doing? For the first time in forever, NOTHING! How the F**k did this happen? I mean, I may not be a budding socialite, but I have my fair share of social events. I always have at least one thing to go to on a weekend, even if it is just hanging out with a few mates. But this weekend, instead of being out there having a blast, I am here, developing a deep and meaningful relationship with my south facing wall. All my friends are at the before mentioned events. How the hell did I get looked over? Am I old and boring? Should I take up knitting or rescue an insane amount of cats who will live with me forever and be my only companions? It may seem like I am overreacting, but come on, this is me! I shouldn't be wasting away here on a Saturday night! There is even a few metal bands playing tonight! But I found before that I had a severe lack of funds. And its not like this is the only night I am having this dilema. Next weekend (an in fact including next week) the only thing I have to look some what forward to is a Street Machine meeting that I'm attending. And not because I am a member (although, I plan to be soon), but because I saw my Dad today and told him how bored I was, so he invited me along. AH! WHAT IS GOING ON!?! I swear, if I listen hard enough I can hear the Twilight Zone theme music.
And, just to really prove that I am old and boring, I even started work at a nightclub on Thursday. SINCE WHEN DID STARTING WORK AT A NIGHTCLUB MEAN LONG, BORING SATURDAY NIGHTS AT HOME? Please someone tell me if this is just happening to me, or if it in fact happens to everyone at least once. Im really afraid that this is the end of the social line for me. NOOOOOOOOO!

Rock Of Ages

Hey hey. It has been a very busy weekend in the land of me. My halloween party and resulting hangovers are over, the decorations are at varying rates of decay, but sheesh, its been a long weekend! It all went well..... till certain people decided to make gorges out of freshly dug graves. While that did bother me, I tried not to let it get me down... with the help of more alcohol. It certainly was interesting and entertainment for all. I shall try and get some photo's up when I have the use of the computer that actualy does something. Till then, you can find them at my myspace page (I know, I'm lame enough to have one). myspace.com/cesseldavessel

I then headed off to our loverly capital city (Harumph) Adelaide to see Cheap Trick and Def Leppard. My lovely mother bought me a ticket for my birthday (and so she could go see them with someone). Omg, it was awesome! We got prime possies close to the front within thrusting distance. Photos can also be found at my myspace page, but I will add them here as well.
I must say though, that standing on hard concrete for four and a half hours with minimal room to move hurts. I limped out of the place, and I hadn't even pulled a hip thrusting muscle!
But I must say, that despite their wrinkles, greying hair and possible incontinence problems, they can still 'rock out'. I do despise that term though, but it just fits so well.

I have to apologise for the possible boredom this post may induce, but I havent slept for three days and feel a little lethargic. I shall elaborate more soon, but for now, you will have to make do with this.
Toodles

Im Back Baby

Ok, so once again I have been extremely slack, although this bout of laziness has lasted a year and a half. The reason why I have returned to this world of blogdom is due to Kez, who is dedicated to his pages of sex, intrigue, humor and bitching, so I thought I should give it another whirl. My life seems to be slightly more interesting than previously, and I have grown up some, so what better time than now to make an arse of myself in internet land, rather than just in front of the people I know. And make an arse I do. I hope I shall induce some giggles and horrified shakes of the head. Right, well, lets get down to it shall we...

I have recently celebrated a birthday and now have my feet firmly planted in the adult phase of my life. Depressing I know. I am, however, in denial of this fact and shall plan to act like the teenager I wish I was for a long time yet. My mother is not happy. My signature birthday party is this Friday, which should be great. What started out as a great idea to host a Halloween party for my close pals has ended up completely out of control. No, Im not faced with a Corey like party where my whole street will be destroyed and ill be scrapeing teeny boppers off my doorstep for the next week. No, Im talking about the one where I have gone completely mad, along with the help of my good mate Kitty, and gone completely over budget, have been working on decorations for the past three weeks and will take two days to set up. Not to mention I have gone and stressed out about the weather, where i'm going to fit everyone, how the decorations will fit in the backyard and where the hell im going to find a pumpkin. And I am still madly finishing my Majors for uni. Im also hoping my costume wont fall apart and leave me in my grundies in the middle of the yard for all to see. URGH

But, this is to hoping all will be fine. I shall try and get some pics up after the party and tell you all the horrifying stories. I really need to finish this essay. Its 4 days late. Go me and my new mature outlook. Pfft.

Toodles, Cessel