So this is Christmas...

Today is Christmas day.
Man, first christmas from home, and what a bloody christmas it was...
Jeez...
Ok, the story starts on Christmas eve. I'd just finished work, early, and had been invited to a friend's house. I was told to bring booze. So I went to a liquor shop and picked up a crate of Tiger, thinking that it would last me till Boxing day at least, because liquor shops would be closed on the 25th.
So I got a bus from there, carrying a crate of Tiger, and mananged to find my way to the house, a long way away.
They went out, and I went with, to get booze for them. And I thought, while I was there I might as well join, and bought a bottle of Jaiger.
I told my friends that I was planning to leave about 11pm, so I could get home, sleep and phone home on Skype in the morning.
Well.
I got drunk. I remember cracking open the Jaiger after about three or four beers, and then I remember waking up.
In a park. I had no idea where I was, if I was still in the same area as the house, what. I woke up on bark chips, under a tree, and it was freezing. I actually tried making a fire with what I had - the cardboard from a pack of chewing gum, two sticks and the bark chips.
Walking around, I found a public toilet, so I stole toilet paper to use as kindling for the fire I was still planning. It was so cold, and I was scared. Not drunk anymore, stone sober, but I was just alone and scared.
I walked around, and met some strangers, and asked them directions. They told me the road I knew, and I started walking back to the friend's house. When I got there it was about 5.00 am, and I was banging on the door, trying to get in. Apparently they were petrified, because I tried reaching in through the letter box to unlock it.
They did open the door, and apparently I was a wreck - shivering, white and my eyes were wide as could be. So scared.
But they calmed me down, warmed me up and I managed to get some sleep on their floor.
I woke up at 9am, and discovered I had no phone, keys or wallet. So I went back to the park, which I found out was about half an hour away.
Searched everywhere, but couldn't find anything. The area under the tree was so messed up, bark chips piled up from where I tried to set fire to them, a scuffed patch of dirt where I fell asleep... A mess. I was so unhappy, it was the worst christmas. No money, no way of letting anyone know I had no money, no ID, and my travelpass was there. I found a small pile of loose change, which must have fallen out. $5.50 I had in the world. My arms were covered in cuts and scratches, and bites. I wandered back to the house.
Well I tried to get on fine, not ruin anyone elses day.
Later, my friend got a call from a guy who was there the night before, who'd just gotten a call from MY phone, telling me that they'd picked up my phone and my stuff. I had to call them back after four, and could go pick it up.
Yes! It could be a good christmas after all.
So I helped tidy up, make breakfast and stuff, and actually had a good time. I pulled out the bottle of Jaiger, which was almost finished, and jokingly said "Ha! People have been pinching this, huh?"
And I was told that I had drank that much :S.
Anyway, people started arriving, and another party built up.
At four, I tried phoning my phone, but nobody picked up. This continued until 6, all the while I was getting depressed because my earlier worries came back. At 6 though, someone picked up, and told me where to pick up my phone and keys. No wallet.
But I went and picked them up anyway. Man, it was down back alleys and side streets, I don't know how I got there. But true enought, my phone and the house keys were there. I was so much happier, knowing I still had a room. I was supposed to get the key copied, but hadn't gotten round to it, so without keys I would have been locked out my room.
Had another look in the park, but no, definately no wallet.
Nevermind, nothing could be done about it. I had a phone and keys, it wasn't the end of the world.
Walked back to the house, got a text from my parents, saying "I'd been asleep and missed them trying to phone me on Skype." Haha, I was in the police station at that time, trying to claim my stuff back.
I left my friends, came home and got the end of the christmas dinner with the house people. Phoned my folks, that was really nice, and then went out with the house people to look at INSANELY decorated houses. It was like Vegas, the amount of effort people went to.
Then came back, opened presents and had a laugh. Now I'm winding down. So tired.
Tomorrow, off to the beach with the friends from the party. Should be fun. I blocked both the cards in my wallet, and I'll just have to carry my passport as ID. It's a bummer, but not as bad as I thought. Gives me a chance to buy a new wallet, instead of having one from Year 4. I'm thinking black leather, yeeeah.
I'm a bit worried, most of the bites are little, but there's this one bite on my left arm that is huge, and there's a raised circle around it. The skin is a bit firmer too. Apparently it was just a bigger bug, but I'll keep an eye on it, just in case.
Anyway!
I hope my fellow readers have a really great day. Don't eat too much, relax and just have a good time.
Lots of love.

Boxing day - Spent on the beach.
Man, is that weird. Even weirder was that my friends were playing christmas tunes. Frank Sinatra's "Let It Snow" will now always have a very different image, haha. Christmas day feels a week ago, it's so strange.
Weird...
Speak soon.

"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." (Henry Miller)
"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumblebee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." (Ashley Smith)

G'day folks.
It's Monday, I worked today. But my hours are getting less, and the work is running slower. However, on my way to the beach the other day, I came across a racing track, for horse races. The smell of horses reminded me of the good old days when my brother and I went riding, and we got pretty good at it for our age, so if I do get the boot and find myself looking for a job, I know where I'll look first. Even if it's just helping mucking out and feeding and stuff, that sounds quite appealing. I like horses. And maybe I could steal one and hide it in the landlady's back garden, say it's a high tech lawn piece.
I went to the bank today, took out a fat wad of cash. My bankcard will be replaced but due to the christmas break, it'll take about a week to reach me, so this money will hopefully keep me ticking over. And then on my way out of the shopping centre, I bought a new wallet with my fat wad of cash. I didn't mean to buy a brand name, but it's ""Bernini", apparently described as "Armani's cousin."
So yeah. All I know is, it's black and smells of leather... People give you strange looks as you walk past them, sniffing a wallet.
I'm about to cook the remainder of my spaghetti and sausages, and then chill out with a movie.
I got a facebook message from a person I didn't really want to speak to as well, that threw me off balance. Havn't spoken to them in a while, and now they pipe up. Gah.
Can't think of anything else to say.
Have a good one, peace out.

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." (Oscar Wilde