Monday, May 26, 2003 02:23 p.m.

I'm sick. Hung-over and sick. But I suppose I should explain this past weekend for those of you who want to know how I got into this state, right? Right.

On Friday night we (Mum, Anna, Kathryn, my Aunty Alison who's right now visiting from England) and I drove down to my Grandparents house in Beaudesert, for my Grandpa's birthday celebrations on Saturday. So I go to bed at about 8pm while everyone else is watching the football, because I just wasn't in that zone. I tried to finish my book, but I'm too GD tired, so I don't bother.

Saturday scared me. I was the only sober person in a house of nine (I think) people. Yes, that includes Anna and Kathryn, my fifteen and twelve-year-old sisters. For some reason Mum decided that it would be a fanciful idea to let them have a Vodka Cruiser each. Never having had a full drink to themselves before, they were very obviously off-balance. Of course, this had to make everyone chant all the words for 'drunk', over and over and over. "Maggot! Para! Wasted! Sloshed! Smashed! Intoxicated! Drunk!" Over and over again. It was killing me. So on this day of party days, I went to bed at 6pm. After not too long I just couldn't take it anymore. I finished my book before being overtaken by sleep at possibly the earliest time ever.

When I woke up on Sunday I was extraordinarily depressed. I don't really know what it was about, but I think it's all up with the questions my Mum has been asking me about *ahem* sexual preference *ahem-choke-splutter*. Why does this depress me? Because honestly, I don't even fucking know. When I tell people I'm undecided, I'm not trying to keep it a secret. I honestly don't know. I know I like guys, but as for the rest of it... Anyway, so it took me several hours to get up, which upset people, because there were relatives I was meant to be bidding farewell, and I really couldn't be bothered. But I did it anyway. I just kept having to get back in bed.

All the yelling about my being in bed ruining everything eventually got to me at around 11am, so I got up one final time, and took The Persian Boy by Mary Renault and some Diet Coke outside with me and read in the sun while everyone else played boules (which is so a cheap rip-off of lawn bowls). Guh, but Alexander the Great is the hottest historical figure. I love, love, love him.

We (this time without my aunty) left at about 2pm, and got home at around 4:30pm because Anna and Kathryn had to be dropped off at Dad's. Mum and I were at home for an hour, then she left for Church (these silly, silly Catholics, I say). Rach arrived at about 6:15 to take me to Candice's for the night, where we were supposed to finish off our Bacardi. By the time we got there Candice was already drunk on Champagne and orange juice, which we hadn't exactly expected. She was also stressing because Jay (her special friend) was meant to be walking over and she was late. I tried to catch up to her in drunkeness, but for some reason the Bacardi the second time around was absolutely wrong. So once Jay arrived (no, she didn't die on the way like a certain someone was worrying) I drank a beer. I almost died from it, but I made it through. Then we convinced Candice's Mum to take us to the bottleshop. I got Blueberry Redbears (hee! Blue!!).

Jay had to be home by 8:30 (I don't know why she bothered coming for an hour), so while Candice's Mum was driving her home Rach and I stayed behind, so Candice and Jay could have some alone time. When she got back she bit me. I don't really remember it happening (I'd had two Redbears, along with the beer, a glass of Bacardi, and some of the leftover Champagne), but it was definitely her. Ooh, and Beau told me I have a good arse again. For some reason when he says that it seems like the best compliment. Maybe because usually he's saying bad things about people instead of good things.

But then I got sick. I had to sit with my head in the toilet bowl for an hour, because I knew I was going to throw up and just hadn't yet. But I did eventually, that's for blue-puke sure. why did my drinks have to be blue? Candice sat with me the whole time, and got me drinks of water, which I think was very lovely of her. Of course, I had to thank her by whinging the whole time about how useless and pathetic and horrible I am. When I finally felt better I went and sat on the couch and we watched Friends. And then I woke up and it was morning. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I definitely slept straight through. I've been horribly sick since I woke up, and was driven home at around eight this morning. I've felt like utter crap ever since. The End.