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Howdy, LiveJournal. It's been a while.

I've been keeping myself rather busy lately. Facebook doesn't help, and now I've added a separate account for my family to add. On facebook:
Fawndolyn Valentine= me, me, me!
Fawn LaRoche= still me, but with a heavy filter.

I've mostly been offline, though. July/August is really filling up for me. I've been to a bunch of parties and events. Taken lots of photos. And worked on a lot of projects.




The latest party at Meagan's is what I chiefly want to talk about. It was sort of fun, and a little unnerving.

In Which There Is Hair-Dying, Drinking, and a Little Sexual Assault


Friday afternoon, I went out with Meagan to get some bleach and hair dye. I decided to do mine, too, so we grabbed two of each- bleach kit, and colour (she picked purple, I picked red). We started on her hair when we got back and promptly ran out of bleach. So we used my kit, too, and were still a little short- but the affect was nice in the end.

Next day, I came back with my own bleach kit, and our friend Monica did my bleeching, Meagan's colour, and then my colour. Yes, my hair DOES feel like a grass skirt right now.

Later on, we buy booze (I brought my huge jug of rum, and donated some Baily's and Parrot Bay). And then the party got rolling.

Right off the bat, the lightweight was down for the count- puked herself, pissed herself, which seemed to be a direct result of crying over nothing and stressing herself out.

More drinking, and Brendan (not MY Brendan, but a boy from my school who I call "small Brendan" when I need to differentiate) came in. Brendan, who hasn't given me the time of day for about a year now for reasons still unknown.

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS UNPLEASANT.

Brendan likes red-heads, apparently. So after he's had a couple drinks, he starts noticing, "hey, you've got red hair now" right in my face. He then proceeds to put his arms around me and thoroughly admire my hair and anything else his hands fall upon.

At one point, one of the guys, Alex, was explaining the proper way to give a girl a first kiss (or something like that), and he was using me as an example (not kissing me, but just, being the girl he's interacting with), and he started saying, "you brush the hair from her face and curl it around her ear" and then Brendan turned my head toward him and said, "no, this is how you do it," and he kissed me. It wasn't impressive and I was a little insulted.

And being the nice person I am, and being quite used to drunkards being this way, I kindly pushed him away and found someone else to hang out with. Any time Brendan found me, I called upon the help of someone else to either drag him away, or drag me away, or both. I did a lot of running away at that party. I also slapped him at some point... made him bleed, too, I heard (but five minutes later, he'd forgotten all about it and was back to his game).

Unfortunately, he caught me in a place away from the party (near Meagan's room- where I'd changed out of my shirt because I'd spilled a drink on myself). I don't remember what he said to me, but his hands got pretty damn close to forbidden territory just ask Kendig (my knight in shining armour) swooped in and pulled him away, at which point, I bolted for the patio, where I found my friend JC, and I sat on a lawn-chair with him, telling him about my trials with Brendan.

Usually when Brendan gets a few drinks in him, he goes totally freaking gay. Usually, it's either Ben or JC he's handsy with. Well, when Brendan found us, he proceeded to try to get in BOTH our pants (easier for me, since I was wearing a skirt >_< that night). So JC and I helped each other out. I put my legs up on his lap to protect his crotch from handsy-boy, and I had both my hands over my own, paying no mind to any boob-grabs I might endure. And JC promptly shoo'd Brendan away for a half-hour.

The whole ordeal was annoying, and I didn't think I really cared, until yesterday.



In Which I Experienced a New and Uncanny Pain


I woke up the next day without a hangover (I needed to keep my wits about me, so I didn't drink that much- especially after realizing ALL the girls had left the party except me). I spend the day surfing the net, going out to get breakfast, and hanging out at the bookstore.

I settled down at the end of the night with dinner, an episode of Flapjack, and last week's episode of Eureka.

During Eureka, Boyfriend was playing with my hair (which I don't think he likes as much as my natural colour), and suddenly, SHARP PAIN- like someone stuck me with an ice-pick, shot me straight from the spine at the base of my neck, over my left ear, and to both my temples!!!!

I didn't know what it was! I felt like my neck needed a good cracking, like I'd popped something out of joint or pinched a nerve or something. This was no ordinary stiff-neck. During some time of trying to rub it out, trying to find a way to relax it, trying to take pills, feeling this immense pressure in my head and ears- feeling like something was about to burst!!! ...all these thoughts were racing through my head. Charles said "stroke???" I said "meningitis???"

My face wasn't numb, I still had all my mobile function, and I could touch my chin to my chest, so BF looked up some things online. Of course, he isn't that good with using search engines effectively, so I stepped in after about a half-hour- the pain finally started subsiding. I looked up exactly what was happening to me, and Internet told me I was suffering an atypical migraine.

I hadn't had a migraine since I was like, 6 or 7. I used to get them all the time. I remembered the ear pressure and the temple pain, but not the neck/spine pain, and I wasn't light-sensitive (yet). I was very very afraid that if I went to sleep, I wouldn't wake up. But I thought I should, anyway. I asked Boyfriend to get me a heating pad (we don't have one, so I told him how to make one- put a wet towel in a ziplock bag and heat it in the microwave for ten seconds, and then wrap that in another towel). And that helped a lot.

Boyfriend stayed with me until I fell asleep. I was delirious from the pain, and was starting to get sensitive to the light. He stroked my face with the tips of his fingers. And I asked him to stop because it reminded me of what Brendan was doing the other night. Boyfriend said he wanted to find where he lived and punch him in the face.

This morning, Boyfriend expressed that he thought maybe the migraine was caused by my bad feelings toward what happened at the party. I've dealt with such occurrences with strangers before, but never with someone I knew. I didn't think it had bothered me in the end. I guess it did?




Oh, and today, I finally got my "first scene in Carrie". Kinda worried for a few weeks.



And lastly,



the cake that took 3 days to make (for my family's 75th reunion).


what I wore to the Harry Potter midnight showing


a brief encounter at Miss Chimera's Parlour


a delicious mini cheese cake. I made 12 of them. Me and Jeff ate most of them :)



The next entry will have pictures of my new hair, of the aforementioned party, and some more crafty things I'm doing.

Comments

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diello
Aug. 11th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
I certainly hope so. Could also have been from some kind of psyche overload, having had two dreams in a row of going on a date with The Joker. I think he put in one of his bombs or something.
pax_athena
Aug. 11th, 2009 08:29 am (UTC)
So I added you on facebook now too - no way to escape me XD

This guy was creepy ;_; I'm really sorry to hear that thing with the headache, sounds really like something cause by the stress you had. And the light sensitivity part is so migraine :(
diello
Aug. 11th, 2009 07:24 pm (UTC)
I added you, too! Yay!
Yeah, he was creepy, and I'm glad he's not like that sober, because I have to see him every day at school, as we have the same friends.
captkatsparrow
Aug. 13th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC)
Ugh, guys who can't hold their liquor (and are drunken dicks on top of that) piss me off. I'd like to just take a moment to give a big ol FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU to all the guys out there like Brendan. WISE UP, YOU DICKS

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The moar you know~
diello
Aug. 13th, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
Fo' sho! That's what I get for bringing the rum... he polished off the whole jug!
captkatsparrow
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
D: fuckin' shit! He's the ass who's the reason the rum is gone!!
diello
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
Totally is >:(
I spent damn near 40 bucks on that huge-ass jug.
captkatsparrow
Aug. 14th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
Ugh, the dick gets even dickier. I'd call him a cunt but I'm rather fond of the word and don't feel like wasting it on him.
diello
Aug. 14th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC)
I'm also partial to the word. But I like dicks, too... hmmmm... I'll just call him a smeg waffle.
captkatsparrow
Aug. 14th, 2009 05:36 am (UTC)
Ewwww--deliciously nasty! A smegma waffle is he!!
captkatsparrow
Aug. 13th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC)
Oh, and I completely forgot to say: the cake is purty, I see what you did there wearing that shirt to the HBP premiere, and yay teensy tophats :D
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