Well this evening almost killed me.
Marley and Creo got out.
First of all, they're ok... but fuck it almost killed me. O.O I came home at about 7 and the little side door to the cage was wide open... and the cage is on the balcony. o.o Petal was ok, she was still inside but the other two were nowhere to be seen. I basically lost it, cried and screamed hysterically and ran around desperately looking for them in the bushes.
Thankfully Dad was with it and went and got the torch. They hadn't gone far, they'd curled up and gone to sleep under the heating unit thing just next to the balcony... but I thought I'd lost them forever. They could have been anywhere, and my over-active brain had them mauled to death by a cat, or wandering innocently into a dogs yard... -sigh- I'm so glad they're ok.
I'm a bad mommy. 
Well I found myself defending this very bald man the other day, and it made me wonder why.
Ever since I was eleven or twelve, me, my mum and my mum's boyfriend would sit down and watch in any given weekend, the friday, saturday and half of the sunday night movie before I had to go home. Most of which were big holliwood thrillers, comedies and my favourite, action movies. 
This was my first introduction to Bruce, in the Fifth Element (more french I know, but it made it big everywhere). Apart from the fact I thought Fifth Element was just the most mind bendingly COOL thing since Star Wars (which broke my brain when I was seven... I've never looked back ^^) I fell instantly in love with the sarcastic-and-stony-but-really-with-a-squishy-good-heart type character that Bruce more often then not finds himself playing... except for the Jackel... o.O That was more come-here-so-I-can-brutally-murder-you-with-pointy-objects.
It must be said however, that when I was twelve he was completely unsexualised in my mind, healthy, no? =P He was like this ultra cool, gun wielding... I hate to use father, but father figure... sortof.
When I was sixteen it was a different story, he was suddenly rougishly, bad boy sexy. ^^
These days I'm more interested in the likes of Jessica Alba... I wonder how a psych would deal with that one...o.o
Either way, Bruce Willis has been for many years, and always will be my hero. 
So give'em up ladies and gents, who's YOURS?
Well, having foolishly admitted to not ever having been to a club, the general consensus was that I was going to the foam party at Academy last night. It was fun I will admitt, after I'd spent my last worldly pennies (as well as some other people's) on a drink or two to settle my nerves... We waited some hour or two for the foaming to actually happen, but when it did evey one got soaked... the bubbles smelt like coconut, and really stung if you inhaled it. The trick was to turn away when the gun was pointed at you.
The music was persistantly pop... but then that's kinda expected.
Second half of the night was kinda strange... the catalyst being two friends, lets call them X and Y made out on the dancefloor, along with another friend. This image for some reason threw me into deep thought about stuff. About how, I think I'm resentfull that in the last couple of my teenage years there has been a big lack of partying and social life for me... for a couple of reasons. I'm my father's only daughter for one, so me being allowed out after dark to strange peoples houses where there might be ALCOHOL, and DRUGS and SEX!! was for the most part unheard of... The other big one was that for all of highschool, I wasn't the sort of person who got invited to parties anyway. I guess I'm just a little resentfull because when I did start going places, I kinda got really uncomfortable and hid somewhere... Only recently am I able to feel at all ok with being in big groups of people.
...So, X and Y kinda made me wish I'd had a time like that, when I'd been able to randomly make out with someone covered in foam... my reaction to the situation was kinda complex. If I'm going to be completely honest, a part of me was also jealous in a strange, protective sort of way... which just opens a whole other can of worms.
Anyway... all fuel for much thought and introspection (god I hate that word)...
In other news I need to move out of my friggin' house. The place is beginning to tick me off in a big way...
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