The birthday month
Omega journal update time!Yes.. its that time of the month that I’m going through the events of the month before, and update all you people who actually BOTHER to read this with what’s happening in my life. This has been a bit of a month for me freakcity wise: I attended most – if not all – of the freak city events this month.. so hopefully it will be an interesting read!
Right.. lets start with the first one: the Out picnic
Now I KNOW most of you people over here HATE out (also known as tfw), and would rather gourge their eyes out that ever see – or meet – people from that website ever again, but photographer invited me to a neat little picnic next to his place with some of his A-list friends from there. And he was offering lots of food. How could I say no?
So popped round there late as usual (stupid alarm), to meet him, and a couple of slightly older guys from out. Crazy day I must say: usually when I do ANYTHING with freakcity people, I tend to get, quite literally, freaked out. But it has never actually happened to me in an OUTing before. That was quite a new experience: one I would rather not have happen again. Names: I believe Helen (she rocks!) Ian (he rocks!) a guy who took of his shades and wore old-man-glasses.. I think steven (who still rocked) and some married couples and a very pale man.
A couple of hours, bad bad jokes, later. We all bugged off to the home of photographer (there was an incident where he long old time friends got their car stuck in the parking lot, but some buff woman came down and busted it for them, so it was all good :D), and spent about an hour looking at naked pictures of his workmates and other various people of his life. You know, I read his journal every now and then… but I never actually thought some of it was actually true… boy was I proven wrong!
The guys left, leaving me with him. Alone. In the flat. Already exhausted and wanting to go to bed… Needless to say: we talked. Yep. We spent half of the afternoon talking about certain issues that had come up, and for the first time in my entire life, I did not lie to make other people feel better. Its an odd habit of mine: I tend to twist the truth slightly if I believe it will make other people not feel so bad. If I don’t like someone, I could never say it to their face because I’m afraid they would get upset. Sarcastic as I am, I find it hard to hurt people. If people love me, and I don’t love them back, I could never fully tell them that. And if I fall in love with people… well… let’s just say that they would possibly never, ever, find out unless they confessed to me first. It’s where my shyness kicks in. I am too afraid of pain for myself and others that I would rather keep my feelings to myself than get hurt, or hurt somebody else. But with Jason, I took one hell of a big risk. I told him everything. Not just the parts we were talking about, but the minute I took that forward step, I just couldn’t stop. I have never had an outlet before, and having one just instantly had me spewing my guts out. So Jason, I would just like to say, that I owe you one. Big time.
And then we had sex.
AAAANNNNY WAAAAAAAAAAYY…
Second social meet was the starwars episode three screening. And My god was there a lot of people there!
I was supposed to meet Jason and a couple of other people at wagamama’s near the barbican cinema that day. So I came down a bit early, running into another outer in the process (can’t remember his name, but he gave me directions and everything. So cool). And turned around to have the scare of my life.
Walking towards me, with a big smile, was Jason… and standing next to him was my mother.
It took about 5 seconds of me just standing there, jaws wide open in total and complete horror, to realise that it wasn’t actually my mother, but one of his work collegues (who’s name I can’t even remember). That was freaking scary I can tell ya. She was a very very nice lady though.
Anyway we<
Random Thought: Maybe one day.. he’d think the same.
Random Link: www.d-20.net
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