Yay for being lazy

Yes, I have been lazy and haven't updated in aaaages. Well, here goes.

On Monday the 7th of April, we took Merry and Mystic to the vets - Merry to be desexed and Mystic to get her teeth cleaned. (They were originally booked in for March 10, but then someone suddenly realised that that was a public holiday.)
So we took them in on Monday, but at the end of the day they still hadn't been done. We took them home and took them back again the next day. They told us to pick them up at 6 pm, so we turned up then ... and their surgery had been done, but there weren't enough people to discharge the animals or some such rot. After an hour and a bit, we realised that I was going to be late for my lecture, so dad drove me there (luckily I was only 10 minutes late) and left mum behind. When he got back to her at 8:15, the dogs STILL hadn't been discharged. Grief ...
Anyway, we got them home in the end.
A few days later, and Merry was getting worse instead of better. By the time she started screaming whenever she moved, we were extremely concerned and mum took her back to the vets. They wanted to do x-rays and all sorts of stuff, but mum said "Could we just try a laxative first?"
A few hours and a large number of compacted shits later, Merry was feeling much better. Mum returned with the dog and the antibiotics and painkillers they had cleverly forgotten to give us when they handed back the dogs ...
Poor babies.
And then a couple of days after that they came down with kennel cough from being in cages for so long with all the sick dogs around. Luckilly they've had their vaccinations so they were only violently ill for a couple of days, instead of weeks.
I don't think much of vets. They can go hang. We took Merry's stitches out at home.

Aaaanywho. I also went to a two day seminar thing about T-touch for dogs, which is a bit like massage, and I had a methods sac which was crap and a psych sac which was fine.

On the 17th, I was going to go to a French trivia night with Marie, but then she realised she had to be home for the computer installation guys. I really didn't want to go to TAFE, so I went to AJ's place instead. I never did tell my parents about that change of plans. Oops :P

The Saturday after that, lots of peoples went out for lunch. It was supposedly Yum Cha, but we ordered form a menu. I think I ate more pork dumplings than everyone else combined. Despite sitting next to Jessica the entire time, I still don't like tea, which I guess means I never will. But the food was nice, and affordable too .. so we went and blew our leftover cash on gelati. Mmm, gelati. We ate it next to the library, where we met a slightly retarded but funny old guy with a nice dog. Andrew stole Jess's handbag and hid it up a tree. Several times. I love Jess-Andrew wars. Hehe.

Over April I had a few driving lessons at Frankston, with a driving instructor who was actually nice and didn't make me feel like I had all the driving ability of a week old turd. That was a nice change :)
On the 24th, I went for my hazard perception test. I kept on clicking too early. As I got further and further through it, I grew more and more certain that I had failed. When it got to the end, I turned to the lady and she said "You got 64%." Woops, I thought. Mum is going to hate me. "Which is great, and you passed." I did what now?!  So. 64% is a pass mark for that. You learn something new every day. So my driving test went ahead as planned, on the 2nd of May at Frankston. I drove around for an hour beforehand with my instructor, which was supposed to clam me down. I'm not sure it helped much. In my test, despite having my instructor with me and a very nice examiner, I clammed up and lost a few marks for giving way for too long at round abouts and driving too slowly. But I PASSED. OMG. And with better than 90% too :P
So the past few days, I've been driving myself places. I was warned that it was going to be very different, but the only difference I notice is that it's way quieter and calmer without my mother there.
But I do get lost a lot now.
Thank god for GPSs.

Now backtracking a bit ... I went to Thisiri's "birthday party" on the 26th. I turned up what I would consider late at 20 past 6, and there and there was a handful people from La Trobe there. I got to know them a little and wished I hadn't. They are so VAIN, self-obesessed, dumb ... gargh. Most, not all. When some more people turned up, they started drinking wine and champagne and turning up the music. I was just getting more and more akward. The saddest part was that so were most of the people there. As more people from Glen Waverley turned up, it ended up just being a huge room of people with IQs greater than 110 pretending that they had IQs less then 90 so that they could enjoy drinking, dancing and being really sociable with people who they didn't know. It wasn't working. I left as early as possible, just before 9, and there were still people turning up. Remind me never to go to anything like that again.

And on the 28th Marie, AJ and I went to see The Tempest at Monash. It was really well done. The guy who played Prospero was great, and they did magic tricks throughout the play. I want to learn how to do magic tricks now :P

Sam got a dog, a 9 month old rotweiler called Phoebe, so I'm helping him to train her every Tuesday now.

On the 4th was AJ's "surprise" party at my place. Jess and Josh turned up early with cupcakes, so we decided to stick the candles in them - but they wouldn't stay in their holders. So we melted wax into the holders first. That was so much fun that when other people turned up, I had to make them go outside to burn a musk sick. It didn't work very well, mainly because the match boxes were crap and the one lighter dad found was broken. I did discover that you can melt musk sticks in the microwave, however, and then they taste like lollipops. Kudos to Marie for bringing musk sticks :)
We moved to the bottom room, in theory to play a game, but in practice to spend a while popping balloons.

I shall continue this account later, but for now I must skedaddle.
Au revoir.