Hey you, I could be your girlfriend...

Its that time of the year where is seems everyone but me is getting together. Im not just talking about hooking up and "loving life" so to speak. Im talking about relationships. The intimate kinds you only find in love heart shaped boxes. I hate those kinds. Especially when your holding the box right in front of someone and for some reason they dont see it. The trouble is, I really can't do anything about it. These very people are the ones who say "It will happen out of the blue..." and "Be patient..." Umm, easy enough for you to say. Your the one with the heart shaped box full of awesome sex and candy...SHAME ON YOU.

Im honestly speaking on behalf of my close friends. I have few who are at a stage where any attention is completely acceptable and praised upon. Where as my other friends who are in relationships discuss the benefits of having someone to hold in their gentle little arms each night. Not exactly my type of discussion seeing as my jelousy rating goes from about a 2 to a 12. More annoying is when friends explain the little things their partners do that make them happy...makes you realise how much you laugh at stupid things.

Ah life is simple when your in love... someone to hold hands with while shopping for condoms. Where as single people are looked down upon. Man buying condoms, "Just these please..." Woman serving him, (evil stare) "Would you like a bag?" Man, "Nah, I'll be right..." Woman, "Pshh...Slut." Singles are not safe against evils from checkout chicks. Most likely a different situation with couples...no evil stares for them. More like fake smiles and quick service to avoid conversation.

The worst and most possibly annoying thing about your friends being in relationships is time. Lately ive been noticing a decline in the amount of time I spend with those friends. What I dont get is how you can spend so much time with the one person. So much time is spent loving and caring and hugging...why? Your not running out of time...there is plenty to go around. Friends who take partners as first priority over friends maybe want to think twice. Who they going to turn to when the boy you've been seeing breaks your heart? No one, because while you were busy looking into their eyes your friends have been waiting on the side. Sick of waiting for the love they need and deserve. Sure, have time with your boyfriend but dont brush off the friends who will stick by you when your heart shaped box...

has a massive hole in the bottom.

I love the nightlife baby.

It's been a while since i've written a blog...and I havn't even realised. I've been so busy being an adult I forgot how to express myself. Not really, but it has been a while. Well as you might have guessed, I have turned eighteen. Ah the wonders of being legal. Opens youths to adulthood and nightlife over night, showing them the true colours of a city in all its glory. Now your eighteen you can go out with older friends who have been asking you to come out with them for months. No wondering if your going to get in or not with your dodgy fake ID. No asking parents to buy you alcopops or friends for ciggies. Your on your own now, the world is yours...Now that were over that excitement let me point out something i've come to realise. If I was to go to a typical club of any sort i guarantee you 99% of people there are looking to get into someones pants...

And I know you say "Oh but that's what you do when people go out. Thats the point of going out, to pick up..." Ummm Am I the only one who just wants to dance? Really? Because it bloody seems like it. And you know what, I dont have a problem with 99% in pants theory...it would just be nice though if for once I could go out and not be surrounded by males who love nothing more then being sexist and drunk. You know what, even better, I love drunk guys who dance next to you so closely so when you turn and around they take it for 'i like that'...I don't like that. And sure there are those girls out there *cough* slappers *cough* who enjoy those boys attention. They love the attention and hype one makes for a dancing twig with D sized boobs and fake hair extentions. Lets not stop at that, lets pick on the profuse amount of sleezy guys who hit on the crying drunk girls...now thats tops. You cannot beat the classiness of a crying drunk who is being carried by her best friend while holding a glass of PP in the other hand. You just can't beat it.

Now in the defence of the mature minded adults who do party while drinking responsibly, I have a great amount of respect. I am a non-drinking partier who enjoys nothing more then joining my drunks friends for a night on the town. As I walk into a club on the outside lays a very young girl, off her tits and legs parting ever so slightly. Now is it just me...or is that precisely the perfect target for a sexual predator? Anyone? No? I really, really, really hope that girl has been picked up. I sort looked then laughed at the comment the girl said next to me. "Oh my god. Thats me...in year 10." I don't know why I laughed but I think maybe it was because the joke itself made me realise how much of our lives we waist on getting waisted.

Why do we persist on getting so drunk we don't remember the night before? Do we want to forget what we have done? Or get so hammered you don't remember how you got that bruise on your leg? What about getting so drunk you throw up your mums spagetti and wake up with hot sweats and cold feet? Why do we give ourselves hangovers and spend our whole pay on making ourselves ill? Is this fun? Does it get you a trophy or a prize? All I see is a couple of underaged 16 yr olds with a key. A key to a world that maybe needs to be thrown away for a couple more years, just until a guy learns to keep his junk in his pants. Hey, maybe if your lucky you might even get laid...

...Thats if you remember.