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Oh so what a week. Consider this the introductory paragraph to this weekend. I'll start with a brief summary and then start from the worst and then end with a happy ending that contains a few open ended questions for sequel blogs.

So Wednesday it was Christen's birthday and Friday it was Glen's birthday. They decided to have a combined camping trip at Atikson Dam this weekend. 9 people including me went from Carindale to Atikson Thursday night and came back yesterday afternoon. After which we decided to go see Clash of the Titans. Well only 6 of us.

An hour into the movie something happened with me. I snapped. I had a mid-life crisis while watching Persius slay the Kraken. I at first tried to focus on the movie, it failed. I tried to focus on the fact that i was somewhat a third wheel on a date, that failed, i clenched my fist and head back tears for half a hour. I stormed a bit ahead of the group, Tahni followed me asking if it was the fact that she and Glen were holding hands and such, it wasn't. It was hard to deflect questions. Like i had only met Tahni once or twice prior to the camping trip but, hey camping brings people together i guess. Still my mind was focused on that subject. I really didn't want to disclose that. Glen caught up, jumped on me, gave me a hug and changed the topic, thanks buddy.

We got to Christens, i go into the backyard and tell Tahn and Glen I'm making a call. As soon as i step into the backyard i burst into tears and call Lauren. As you can clearly see I'm the epitome of masculinity. Lauren calmed me down, we talked about fat people, she made me laugh and changed my mind. Christen saw me cry, but Lauren made it seem all better, thanks babe :). I went back inside. Dodged more questions in regards to whether i was crying or not, and went to sleep. I'm not gonna go emo on my friends, i don't want to.

Camping was eventful. It was nice and relaxing. We had one fuckhead there who was not invited but invited himself and tried his hardest to ruin the weekend. He really did come close to it. Things went down, people got drunk. I went commando, told people to focus on a particular person. I spent most of my time talking with Glen and walking around making sure he didn't trip on anything. He kept on thanking me for looking after him, we had a deep and meaningful, i told him he was one of my best friends and this was nothing. The conversation went a little awkward and gay but we remembered said words in the morning. I did the same with Christen.

Saturday we went water-skiing and what ever the equivalent to boat-powered-tubing is. It was fun, it hurt your muscles like a mother-fucker but it was fun. I gave up on skiing. I couldn't handle someones bitching about my apparent lack of effort so i just gave up, showered and crashed in the tent with people. The camping trip wasn't ruined. Like it was good to bond with people. I can now say i have like 4-5 people that i would title best friend. This makes me smile.

My birthday in 15 days. I think i might have a dinner. A very small dinner. With people that can tolerate my family. I'll be doing things separate for uni friends, maybe work peeps. I don't like parties because there are people that are gonna be like, why wasn't I invited. The simple truth is i had to put people ahead of you. It's not the fact that we're not friends but urgh. Birthday parties always lead to some form of drama, so I'm not looking forward to it really.