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Over the last week or so I’ve been backdating my blog as much as I can. I’m now off the mountain and onto Christmas.
So still got a way to go but getting closer to being up to date.
Anyway, if you fancy having a peruse there’s ‘The Really Big Piece of News’ revealed at some point and, if you’ve been following for my adventures, some interesting stuff about what I’ve been up to.
Also, very sorry for being so slack. Will be more on the ball in the future. Promise.
So last Saturday was eventful. I mean, unexpectedly eventful and things.
On Sunday I was off to go see Steve’s family for a while. It’s super important to me that I do everything I can to get on with them so I’ve been trying to make sure I see them when I can. I don’t think they’re too impressed with me right now after Steve telling them about us getting married, but fingers crossed things will be alright - they’re lovely people and I think they’re just looking out for Steve.
Anyway
I ended up spending the night at Steve’s place in Christies Downs. Now Christies isn’t the safest place in Adelaide, it’s not the kind of place you’d wander around alone (originally I put ‘naked’ in there. But that’s just silly…) if you didn’t know the place/people very well.
So, me and Steve are sat outside his house on a couch on his porch (because we’re super bogan like that) and this group of chicks comes running around the corner.
And we thought nothing of it.
Then, less than a minute later, a car pulls up infront of the house and a guy leans out the passenger window and yells ‘erm, excuse me, but there’s a girl getting the shit beaten out of her just up the road’.
So me, Steve and random dude go running down the street (this was all just out of eyeshot from where we were sitting) and saw this poor girl sat on the floor and two others kicking her in the head repeatedly. We ran towards her and Random Guy shouts all sorts of stuff and makes the two girls run away and I go up to this chick on the floor, help her up and drag her back to Steves house, sit her down and go into full on first aid mode.
She had a cracker of a black eye and was going into shock but generally she was doing OK. As I was dealing with the shock and sending Steve in on errands for ice and water and pens and paper, loads of people begin to turn up, the girls two friends, one of the friends dads and sister, about 4 people I never worked out the connection to, the to people in the car that pulled up and a couple of cops. THEN then girls parents got there. For the next while it all got confusing as fuck and then the paramedics came and took her away in an ambulance.
Then there was a lot of waiting around while the cops took statements. I always thought having your statement taken was relatively swift process but I was very wrong, it took like 45 minutes to tell THE TALLEST POLICEMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN about my involvement.
Then, because he was the last guy on the scene me and Steve ended up chatting to him about what was going to happen next and it turns out they already had the two girls in custody and they were just waiting for them to talk.
So eventful.
THEN a couple of nights ago I get a knock at the door, I’m all PJ’d up and what not and the chick who I helped out and her mum were at the door holding a massive bunch of flowers! No one has ever given me flowers before. They were super grateful and I was super shocked and it was all incredibly sweet. THEY GAVE ME FLOWERS TO SAY THANK YOU.
And she’s doing ok. I’m so pleased :D
If my nipples were any harder they’d actually snap off and fall to the floor
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Anon
AND I LIVE IN AUSTRALIA. WHERE IT IS WARM. ALL THE TIME. WARM. NIPPLES. COLD.
Ok, so my life and my travels are about to include someone who has become extremely important to me. Which also means he will featuring in my blog a whole heap too.
Steve. My co-pilot.
Yeah, calling him my boyfriend doesn’t sound quite right to me, nor does partner. That feels like it doesn’t quite do the relationship justice.
Although, and here’s where I tell you all this exciting news I’ve been waving infront of you like a carrot to a donkey, we are engaged. However I really don’t want to be calling him my fiance all the time because he’s more than that.
He’s a fucking idiot, he’s loud, he’s messy, he starfishes in bed and refuses to move, he tells me off in his sleep, he forgets things and sometimes he will try to dutch oven me.
But he also makes me feel incredibly happy, he has the most amazing smile (I don’t think you understand how magic his smile is, it’s like his whole face radiates happiness), he listens when I tell him about everything and nothing, I don’t feel like I can’t tell him things or that he’ll judge me for anything, he spoons me in his sleep, he makes me flowers out of Subway napkins just because he can, he doesn’t mind my moments of illogical insanity, he talks as much as I do, he goes on adventures with me.
In conclusion, yes.
GIRLS NIGHT!
So last night I went on a girls night with some amazing people.
Angie (The chick with excellent dreads), Steve’s best friend, and her girlfriend Rhiannon (the bald one),
Nash (the beauty with blond hair),
Cat (the sexy bitch all up in Rhiannon’s boobs who also happens to be my employer) and
Maddie (The one blowing the camera a kiss)
And obviously myself. Although I seem to have no pictures of the night with me in them. But I was there. Honest.
The dudes in the picture were our guides for the night. We were booked onto a party bus and we’d booked a hotel room for the night too so we didn’t have to worry about getting home at a reasonable time. The dude in the picture with Cat is Zach, and we all love him, he was just the most gorgeous person and heaps of fun. He also had his boyfriend and some other dude, neither of which I got chance to talk to much :(
And the other dude is Steve. We ended up persuading him to get topless and I wrote all over him.
The bus had been set up with an amazing sound system so we danced our way to each venue and they took us to 4 different places and each of them gave us free stuff, drinks, food etc.
Very good night. And only mildly hungover. Win.
We are all a little weird
and life is a little weird,
and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them
and fall in mutual weirdness
and call it love.
- Dr Suess
Holy shitballs I am terrified.
And how I feel tonight had just made it feel even more real.
See, I know I like the guy, I know that this, for me, is something amazing, special, wonderful.
But fuck me, I didn’t know I would be this fucking pathetic over him. I fully did not see that coming at all and now I’m torn between telling myself to man up because it’s ok, no one has done anything wrong and everything is ok and this will happen again many many more times, and just accepting that, for tonight, I am behaving like a fucking nut job of a girlfriend.
So what he couldn’t call me tonight. After he’s called me every night since he left and he’s going to be here again in less than 24 hours. Hey, maybe I don’t get to tell him how the day’s been and find out about his and talk about music and comics and date nights and everything and nothing.
Faye, man up. It’s not the end of the world, you’re only in love.
There are now quite a few of you out there who decide that my adventures are follow-worthy and I would like to apologise for my utter lack of updates, information and news.
I have some that is incredibly exciting. So exciting in fact, that I cannot stop smiling and getting extremely giddy. But before I do the big reveal there are wo very important people who need to be told face-to-face. It might help if I met them at some point too.
I promise this will all make sense soon… GET EXCITED.
Me and Cat went on an adventure to Hahndorf, this lovely little German town about an hours drive form where we live for St Paddys Day… Without the smalls! As much as I love them, I do like having time with just Cat.
We went to go see one of her old muso mates play in his band. It was a weird set up, it was like an old people’s reunion with a huge buffet and then this band playing Irish folk music in the background. I can’t complain too much though, Cat fed me wine all day and we had a wonderful giggle about everything.
And apparently I now suit green. Who’d have thought it?
Night out for Steve’s birthday.
I have never liked Valentines Day. Purely for bitter, selfish reasons.
I have always been single over Valentines Day and resented the shit out of all those happy couples who went off and did stuff and were all happy and shit. And on top of that Valentines Day feeds into the awful consumeristic worlds that we are becoming and that seems highly sucky to me.
i’ve never been excited at the idea of expensive jewellery or rose petals and heaps of money spent on a day that actually has no real meaning. But this year has been a little different.
This year I have a boyfriend. I have someone I can actually be with and be happy with. I still stand by my view that V-day is pointless, but hey, why not do something special anyway.
Both of us being painfully poor we decided to not really do presents as such. I ended up making him some stuff, I made him a Nerdy Box Of Love. I found out what the brain does when we fall in love and all the hormones that are released and picked my favourite ones and made a thing for each of them. For example, Dopamine is released when we are happy, when we fall in love and when we listen to music so I made him an album of all the songs that remind me of him, or that have some significance to us. And then I put one about tea at then end because I can. The whole thing took me a few days to put together and I gave it to him all wrapped up in a box. I was very pleased with myself.
He made me some red and white flowers which live over my bed :) It was insanely sweet.
And the best bit about it all is we both dressed up super smart and wandered around town looking fucking fabulous. I wore that red dress that I got from Amanda in Elands and he wore a suit.
Men in suits. Always.
We met in the botanical gardens, which is one of my favourite places in Adelaide, and then went to the art gallery and got some food and generally did very little but it was wonderful.
THEN
and this is where it gets all romantic
we went back to his. He started getting all funny about what the time was and having to get back and stuff and I had no idea what was going on. So we get back to him place down south and he tells me he has to fo do something and he’ll call me and let me know whats going on. Confused!
So i sit about in his room for a bit, decide to go to the loo and suddenly while sat in the toilet, because that’s how life works, Steve’s friend Nash comes through the door looking for me. I had no idea she was coming and ended up saying something like ‘Sorry, Steve’s not here… I can call him if you want?’ then she informs me she’s been sent by Steve to blindfold and kidnap me.
Which she does.
I’m in her car driving to fuck knows where with a blind fold on and then she stops, gets me out the car and guides me down a bunch of steps and onto sand. I was barefoot the whole time so it was a bit of a surprise!
The blindfold gets removed and there’s Steve, in a suit on the beach. He’s set up candles and a picnic and he’s planned it all for sunset. He planned this whole thing so we could sit on the beach and watch the sunset. It was beautiful.
I am engaging in the weirdest relationship I have ever decided to be in. And also the best.
I met this guy about 6 months ago on a night out and all I remember thinking was ‘Oh, that guys cute… Oh, is that a suit he’s wearing? Oh… IS THAT A WELSH ACCENT I HEAR?’ And then within about 5 minutes of joining the group me makes me full on belly laugh without even meaning to. Plus he has a dimple.
Perfect.
i think i’ve stopped believing in fate. I think ive started to believe in people, in kindness, and most of all, in love. Without all these things i wouldnt have found the happiness i have now.
If i leave my life to fate i have no control over what happens, if i leave it to people, love, and kindness then i have some control - i can be the love and kindness and it will mould me into a person who can continue pouring that positivity into the universe. That to me is more exciting than fate.
I’m finding it really hard to not be constantly reminded of things I’m really not ready to remember. It’s not that it’s bad things, in fact it’s the total opposite, it’s all amazingly wonderful things that I never want to forget, I just don’t have the space or time right now to be thinking about them. And thinking about them kinda makes me nostalgic and sometimes a bit sad. And I don’t want to feel sad, especially about something so good.
We all went out for lunch about a week ago to a friends house, me, Cat and the smalls, and at the house there was this bucket. I kid you not, a bucket set me off. A square, blue mop bucket.
Every time I pick up the guitar I think about why I started teaching myself to play that can make me feel a bit sad. Then I start singing along and that generally cheers me up. I’ve always wanted to learn to play but it was something else that pushed me to actually do it.
Gardening. Chickens.
Some songs. And annoyingly enough they’re songs I really really like too! It’s taken me until now to be able to listen to them without automatically going back and feeling sad.
But it’s getting better now. I’m very lucky to be somewhere now that makes me just as happy - surrounded by equally special people who I am going to be just as sad to leave behind.
Definitely a downside to travelling.
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