Complicated

So,

I went to Evelyn's party on Tuesday. Lots of random, drunk Melbourne High guys. Go figure. I hung around with familiar faces and had a better time than I had expected. Had a sip of Mimosa? It was green, tasted and looked like detergent with a whole lot of sugar. Cloud gazing (no stars), comforting (attempting to comfort) Nathaniel who just broke up with his girlfriend, stealing Dong's cake, dancing, taking photos with Lily and Deb, sitting on couches and trampolines...

Oh yeah, Ben got super drunk and slept on me whilst rambling about random things. Apparently he forgot everything. Cool.

If I'm completely honest, I was annoyed. Maybe it's because I don't have a whole lot of experience with guys (going to a girls' school and all), but I didn't think you do that unless you felt something. It leads them on, doesn't it? But apparently that's what people do when they're drunk. Note to self: Don't fall for a player. Meh. Temporary lapse in judgement. I was being silly.

Besides, I got lots more embarrassing stories out of him. We're cool now. Still good friends. :) Another thing I don't understand. He keeps saying he feels guilty. Why though? It's supposedly normal for friends to get all touchy and huggy with friends when drunk, right? So why the guilt? Whyyyyy?

Man, I don't get it. Why must life be so complicated? I wish everyone was just completely forward and stopped playing games. Because then you can't differentiate what's a game and what's life. I admit, I'm guilty too. But it's a defence mechanism, you box up and hide away the most vulnerable part of yourself, protecting it with feigned cheeriness or nonchalance. I just wish it were otherwise.

Anyway, the Epic party was fun. I so wanted to play soccer but no one I knew there to shared my love for it. Listened to Mish and Hayden sing live. Watched and took bad phone photos of (Priella's fault) a beautiful sunset, from blue to radiant gold, to orange, to pink, to dark blue. Sat on the ground talking and completely not watching the movie (Ben's fault). Helped pack up. Went to Macca's. Brendan drove us home in the van. He drives like a maniac. Didn't get home till 1.30am ish. Mum stayed up for me. Sigh. It would've been fine if they just left the keys outside and let me let myself in.

Interesting week,
Erica