Intro

Hey everyone! My name's Catherine/Cathee and I'm from little bitty New Zealand. I figure before I start posting stories on here I'd introduce myself, so here I am.

I'm 16, just, and like I said - I live in New Zealand. I'm pretty laid back, yet easily excited. I love to drink, even though I'm constantly making an ass of myself doing so. I'm unemployed, which is driving me crazy, and manage to coast by on my mother's handouts of $20 pocket money a week. I have a weird sense of humour, and only a lot of my close friends get it. I find it hard to wake up in the a.m.'s and like most people my age, I'm sick of school. I love my music more than most things and am a freak for concerts/live music in general, which brings me to my first story..

In July of last year two of my favorite bands were playing a national tour as support for a big local band. They were making a stop in my town so I got my tickets and counted down the days. I figured I'd best stay sober before this gig so I could remember seeing two of my favorite bands together in one night, I mean, what could be better? Nothing, that's what I thought. Anyway, I didn't drink before hand and managed to get front and centre for my two bands. It was amazing. There's nothing like a mosh pit. There's nothing like the feeling of awe you get from seeing your two favorite bands play one after the other. And there's nothing like doing it sober for once, either. Anywho, after the two support acts I came to see finished, I decided I'd go get something to eat and just mill around while the headlining act set up. As I was heading back into the crowd with my juice someone called my name. A familiar voice, yet not one I really wanted to hear at a concert - my science teacher. Oh good god, what is he doing here? I walked over casually to say hello and scoot, but it wasn't that easy. Once I walked over to him, I realised he was very, very drunk. He was there to see Shihad, the headlining band, so had been drinking through the past 2 hours of music. Haha, fuck. After an extremely awkward conversation with him I turned to make a quick departure, but no. For some reason I assed it over. Right in front of him. Embarrassing. As he helped me up he laughed and said "It looks like you've had more to drink than me!"

Not quite.