My life just isnt funny anymore.

I dont know why but i have not found anything amusing to blog about for some time now. To be honest i could go into all sorts of detail about certain events that have happened but to save myself and many other people humiliation ill stick with a quick update of my traumatizing life in PG form.

Mardi gras. For my sake and the girls i travelled down there with, i think we will just leave it at that.

League fluro party. Hmmm well i was on top form. Think i pissed off a couple of people but thats clearly because they dont know how to handle spewy dewey at her best. Hell, even i cant handle her. The costumes were awesome, the shots were gross and the boys fluro tights were... well... tight.

Pub nights. Well pub nights are pub nights. Theres never one when someone doesnt get kicked out or not let in. Oooooh but heres a funny story, i cant remember why but at bosans the line was exceptionally huge and we ended up waiting outside for a rather long time. These girls took a liking to us by repeating everything we said in this whiney loud whingey irritating voice. I didnt like it, so i started doing it back. Well one thing lead to another and i was yelling out "hold my shit" in this ghetto voice to my mate georgia. She started yelling it back because its a thing we had in school but she was a bit chopped so didnt know i was doing it because of the girls. Anyway i ended up yelling out stupid things and then we got let in. No fight. Disappointing. Although i cant promise i wouldnt have run away. All talk and big voice but tiny wimp inside i guess.

My 20th Birthday. Hmmm maybe someone else should blog about this night because i really have no clue what happened all i know is it was a bloody great night and venturing to cock and bull after a little house gathering was the best decision we have ever made i think. Ask my mate lozza. Think she partied harder than the birthday girl. So 145 bucks spent on drinks, an awesome bail where i decided to drag about 10 people down with me, hair extensions being whipped around the dance floor and not letting anyone eat my cake my best friend made for me.. You can say i definately paid the price the next day. Laura hill however takes the gold medal home for this night after spending 150 dollars on a taxi for throwing up in it. Can always count on her for a bit of class!

So theres some epic nights for my readers to dwell on. Really all its showing me is i spend far to much money on alcohol and have some insane friends who just dont know when enough is enough. Personally, i wouldnt have it any other way.

Rest in peace nana.

Ellen Going 25.09.1913 - 07/07/2011

I spoke at my great grandmothers funeral and heres the poem i wrote for her.

Today i saw that beautiful smile
One with wisdom and love,
Its showed strength and courage and pride
But mostly it showed your tough.

You held my hand and we laughed around
Your eyes said it all without one sound
You were curious to see what id grown into
Hopefully someone your proud of, to call a part of you.

Today i heard the news that my nana had passed on
But the memory and spirit of her will never be gone.
That smile will stay etched in our heart and mind,
And i know shes proud of this whanau shes left behind.

Nana if theres one thing that i could ask of you,
Look after us down here and make sure my papas watching too.
We'll rejoice in the fact that your spirit will live on,
We will meet again even if it isnt until far and long.

So today i see that beautiful smile one more time,
She'll wave us goodbye before she starts her journey of a climb.
The climb to heaven to join other loved ones there,
While we celebrate her life and know that memories we will always share.

I love you nan xx