This year a bunch of shit has sucked:
Got dumped by my now-ex-girlfriend of a year and a half whom I was living with when she left the country.
Had to move back into le junkie flats in Belconnen as a direct result of said dumping. You know, across the road from the shooting that happened not too long ago.
Some fucking weird shit went on with my drinking. I grew up in the country so there really was nothing to do, even from a very young age, other than drink. So me and alcohol go way back, like, single digits far back. I've always enjoyed getting drunk and only ever stopped for 9 months in my entire life, because a girl I was dating a few years ago didn't drink. But in the latter half of 2011 for no apparent reason something changed. Now when I drink too much I experience blackouts, something that (no matter how much I ever drank, including multiple bottles of absinthe and Everclear, had ever happened to me before). Now I'm not so naive as to insinuate that I have multiple personality disorder, but in the past 6 months my drunken self has differed greatly from regular Gimly. I've always sworn more when drunk, but I've never been aggressive. It's my thought process that has changed. Rather than "It would be funny if I threw this furniture; I won't do that though it's wrong; go do something else instead", it's more "It would be funny if I threw this furniture; oh I already have". It's a little more complex than that, but I'm not really sure how to put it down to words.
I OD'd at Dragon Dreaming.
I was looked down on by the one psychologist I've ever been game to go and see. He also tried to diagnose me with Paranoid-Residual Schizophrenia, Cyclothimic Bipolar Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder. I told him to go fuck himself. Though he might be right about that last one...
I spent way too much fucking money trying to fix my car, Urnie. All for nothing apparently because it doesn't fuckin' work D=<
I quit my job at Dominos so that I could fully concentrate on my study at UC... Which I then proceeded to completely fuck. And I've undoubtedly failed the entire semester.
My flatmate's dog tore up the only reminder I had of my best friend from a couple of years back. A black ribbon she tied around my wrist the morning before she died in hospital. It was unsalvageable. I decided trying to discard the thing altogether along with the memory was better than keeping it in its ruined state. The whole point of keeping it safe was that I had something perfect left of her even if her life had been destroyed.
Had to sell most of my nearly 600-strong DVD collection 'cause I desperately need the cash. Having them was pretty much my one and only hobby.
Had to give back the rats I raised and fell in love with. They were a birthday present to aforementioned ex-girlfriend, but she got over them rather more quickly than I though she would. When she got back to Australia I had to give them back though. Which brings me to my next point...
The ex came back to Australia... The whole situation is pretty fucked and I seriously hate myself for not being over her yet. Plus there's a whole 'nother thing which makes me angry. Which is another shit thing...
I got angry this year. It wasn't until December either, I almost made it! This may not seem like such a big deal but it really, really is, I just can't justify writing it all down.
But this year a bunch of crap has rocked:
I got to see four out of my five favourite bands play live! Nick Cave, Dimmu Borgir, Rammstein, Amanda Fucking Palmer down, God Module to go...
Spent infinitely more time this year with my best friend L'alice, comparative to 2010.
Though the junki flat I'm back in now is faaaaiiiirly lame, I get to spend almost all my time in it with Riley. Who's pretty fuckin' amazing.
Finally got happy with mah hair.
Started taking amphetamines again, and someone that actually sells decent shit.
Of course there's about 4million more that belong in the sucked pile, and about a million more that need to be slotted in the rocked pile... But even taking that into account, terribleness seems to easily outweighs fabulousness.
Peter, Kandy, HRV, Bodine and L'alice. I don't think that saying these five literally saved my life this year would be an overstatement.
