Life In Angels

I just realised I entirely skipped Halloween out of reportings in the last post, along with the 18th I was at on friday night, which is a bit of a big miss out, because both of these were great nights. I feel slightly bad for having such a good weekend, considering local events which have thrown my school into grieving, but such is life. Friday night was brilliant. It was my opportunity to let loose, get drunk and dance. I've severely cut down on those nights this year, which is good, because they are so much more fun when they turn up. A mixture of bogan metal lovers, and girly clubbing types, made for a great night. Bogans singing along to Miley Cyrus is quite a treat, as is headbanging with the metal lovers, and being the only one who seems to switch comfortably between the two personas. Club tunes saw me dancing on the benches with the girls, and metal chilling with my feet back on the ground with my ginger friend. And that bring us to the exciting news... He's not in love with me anymore. More than anything else, I am so happy for him over this. He's found what he deserves. Someone who loves him back. He's gone so long trying to figure what it is he needs to do to win me over. So long being rejected. I love him to bits, as a friend, and now I can feel more comfortable telling him that, knowing his I love you doesn't mean more. How sappy. Remind me to shoot that side of myself when I get my hands on a gun.
Halloween was again a good night. I was with my younger group of friends, so it was a drink free night, which worked out fine for me. As prepared as I was for another full on party, I was fine to settle with blisters on my feet from hours of walking round the village, dressed up as an angel. We went trick or treating under the cover of my friend's 12 year old sister, but we all loved it really. I suggested a shortcut through the reserve to get back, and this turned into a pleasant but interesting part of the walk. I was left walking with one friend, who I assisted in turning into an emo. We had a good distance between those infront and those behind us, so he took the opportunity to make a confession. He used to go to my school, and remembers me from then, although sadly I don't remember him. He told me he always wanted to ask me out back then. I was flattered, of course, but this was awkward since it wasn't long ago I was dating his brother. Thankfully he realised how that plays into it, so we didn't even have to get to the bit where I've never even remotely considered him as potential dating material.
Writing saves me once again. My head was full of complaints of the minor difficulties of my life, but now it's cleared rather so I can relax a little before I sleep.