If only I was hard core. . .

If only I was hard core, then I could go to the concerts of bands I've never heard of & nod in time with everyone else. I could throw myself into a mosh pit & think it was amazin when I got punched in the face and trampled on the floor. I could get sweaty, become drenched in beer & still have a great nite. I could get away with caking on layers of eyeliner and always wearing black (which is just not my colour!). I would fancy boys with silly fringes, lip piercings & emotional problems. If only I was like my sister who goes to "the wedge" on a Thursday and gets drunk just for the lols & dances with guys called Lily.
But alas, I'm forever condemned to be a girly girl. Perhaps tomorrow I will attempt to be a bad ass chick GRR!

Anything for a bit of drama in my life?

I just found out that a girl I used to know well has upped & left this country to start a new life in Australia. After some really bad stuff happened to her - her Dad tried to commit suicide after her Mum said that she was going to leave him and as a result my friend suffered from depression & insomnia (it was all very nasty stuff) - she decided to cut all ties, dropped out of college & now has dreadlocks & is living in a mud hut just outside of Sydney - no word of a lie! Now thats what I call an amzing life-changing decision to have that courage just to start all over again.

I used to wonder why nothing radical ever happened in my life. Sure I'm happy, but nothing dramatic ever happens to me. . .until the other night that is. I had just watched a show in the city centre with a friend & we were looking for sumwhere to eat at about 10:30. Suddenly we are approached by a couple the man crosses over the road, but the woman carries on towards us. My friend whispers that she hopes she isn't headed in our direction. Suddenly she shouts to me 'You accused my brother of raping you, you slut.' Now I don't no if this was a case of drunken mistaken identity or if she was simply looking for a fight, but I'd never seen this woman before in my life. Before I even had time to utter my protests she had grabbed me by the hair and flung me against the wall. Luckily the friend I was with is an athlete & a but of a gym bunny. She managed to pull the woman off me at which point the woman then turned on her. I kept shouting at her to just walk away as i tried to get her away from my firned. My friend managed to hit her round the head with her car keys at which point we hurried away very shaken by what had just happened.

I was shocked because when I'm out I'm always particularly wary of groups of men - I'd never have expected a woman to act in that way. More shocking was the fact that the man she was with sat on the other side of the road just watching her attack us. He made no attempt to intervene or try & restrain her. I think you could definitely say I've learnt my lesson - Big world + little me = as much drama as I can handle!