15 posts tagged “happy”

WOW I haven't updated properly in ages. Alow me to reduce the past month into a conveniently compact list:

• Marie, Jess and my family went to see Richard III at the Athaneum. It wasn't their best play.
  
• Athough it was kind of amusing when lots of furry green things leapt onto the stage and started dancing during the big fight scene for no apparent reason. Very Knight of Ni.
•  Also when a whole ton of people crawled out of Richard's bed. How many people can you fit under one matress?
• Went to see a movie of Hamlet with AJ and Marie. I hadn't realised that it was a completely uncut version, with all the lines in - it went for an insanely large number of hours. We missed the last train and had to call Marie's dad to pick us up.
  
• It was moderately brilliant though. I loved Hamlet's manic episodes - he seemed almost like a normal human being (as opposed to a stuffed lyrical partridge).
  
• I bought a packet of fantails and made Marie eat them. Suffer. Muahaha.
• During intermission AJ went :S (I have officially been corrupted by MSN) and showed us the first sentence of an sms - "We was robbed!" We went :S. Then she showed the second half - "House a repeat." :|
• Had a psychology excursion to the museum. My teacher is, as I suspected, a fool. But I liked one of the other teachers, Donna. The museum was great. I learned stuff. Also, we got to try out a lie detector. I got caught. Aw. Also, my heart pattern is mildly retarded.
• I had an agility trial in Geelong. Merry got two titles ^_^
• Mystic has developed luxating patella (a dislocating kneecap). Poor baby :(
• Went on Distance Ed "Urban Camp". There is a school camp in Royal Park. I never knew that.
• Day 1: We stood in a circle (the 19 of us who turned up out of the hundreds of people who do distance ed. There was only 1 other year 12 there.) and attempted to learn each other's names. It didn't work particularly well. Then we went to Vic Markets and wandered around for a while. We got bored. All the boys bought toy guns, which they shot people with for the next 2 days. The teachers didn't seem to care, which was awesome. Then some people went to Galactic Circus and others - like me - went to the Eureka Tower. The skydeck is way overpriced, but the glass is truly awesome. It flickers :) After dinner we were allowed to do whatever so I tried to watch a movie, but the room was too loud and I couldn't hear. I was joined by an attractive young male teacher and, by exerting my full will power, managed not to hit on him even when he stretched out on the couch next to me and started discussing Arundhati Roy, then mentioned that he'd forgotten to bring his PJs. *Giggles*
• Day 2: Ate way too much toast. Went to the MCG sports museum, which I'm sure everyone would have loved had anyone had the slightest interest in sports. They had a games room where we could "try it ourselves". I got creeped out by the tourguide, who was a fat, bald old man who showed a disconcerting interest in my life. Was rescued by aforementioned teacher and managed to impress him with my grip on the "test your grip game". Still didn't hit on him. I think. Went to the museum, patted reptiles and amphibians. The tourguide informed us that snakes have 2 penises which are next to their anus and hidden behind "that scale riiight there". One of the boys cried "Wow! They have a neat little container for it all!". she spent a while swearing while trying to catch a turtle, managed, and then held it out for us to pat. We did so, and she then said "Yep, pretty neat, but don't put your finger near it's mouth because it's a bastard and it will bite the first joint of your finger clean off." Hmm, OH&S anyone? That night we watched movies. Unfortuantely the female teachers chose. "How to lose a guy in 10 days" was even worse than I remembered, but "Suddenly 30" was as great as ever.
• Day 3: couldn't be arsed going to the immigration museum so I left early. 'Ra being over 18 :)
• Had a "skilled drivers" course. It was basically "Don't do drugs. Now lets go slam the breaks on your car :D".  It was actually quite fun, doing hairpin turns and slaloms at 45kph and losing control of the car.

  "You are now 8 ... 9...10 metres into the imaginary petrol tanker that stopped in front of you. You are now dead. Lesson learnt." Hehe ... death.

• Had a TSFX psychology lecture.
• Had DECV psychology lecture. Got lost for 30 mins at the end because of my !@#$%ing GPS. But Donna gave us all lots of lollies, so that was okay. I know more about psychology than the teachers. They offered me a job.
• I quit TAFE. Yay.
• Had psych exam. Pwnt it.
• Had GAT. lolz. May have to attempt to recreate humerous essays sometime.
  
• Went to the city with Andrew and Marie to see Medieval Scripts. The line was freakishly long. We recited shakespeare, and then got a demand for an encore by the people in front of us. The scripts were pretty. I want to learn Latin, and how to use gold leaf. The besiary had a picture of an upsidedown elephant, because apparently elephants have no joints in their legs so when they fall over they can't get up again.
• Ha!
• Did not, in the end, buy doughnuts. Did get high on apple flavoured liquorice. I bought 2 books. T'was great. Marie, plz do account of The Lair.
  
• Movie on Thursday. Yay :)
  
• Have been roped into Dungeons and Dragons on Friday. Sigh @ peer pressure.
• Byeeeee
  

Every new "Today" seems more anxious than ever. Do you find more solace in "Yesterday" or "Tomorrow"? Why?
Submitted by Bee Whisperer.

This question sounds kinda deep. But I am not in the mood to answer it eloquently. I am currently in a very contentedly lazy mood and will simply glaze over my answer like a leg of ham. Mm. Ham.

Firstly, I beg to differ. My today is not more anxious than ever - it's more relaxed than ever. GAP years should be compulsory - for the first time in 6 years, I'm not stressed. I don't get sick any more, or get nightmares, or get mood swings. Mr Pleasantly Happy has taken up residence in my head and seems to be settling down and raising a small family.

While I can find some solace in the hope for tomorrow an more still in the memories of yesterday, what comforts me most is today. Right now, right here, wrapped in a blanket and watching my dogs slowly falling asleep. I can't change yesterday, and the future is uncertain, but today I can be happy and grateful and decide that watching the leaves dance in the wind is better than finishing my maths.

We learned about the effects of chronic stress in psychology this year. Basically, VCE is going to kill everyone indirectly, painfully and at a young age.
When I end up teaching (which is, I am coming to discover, inevitable) I shall make it my mission to reduce stress in the lives of all the little wonderful twerps who end up under my tutelage.
Hoorah, I have a mission that doesn't relate to dogs!
Dogs are teh awesome. Rock on.

PS I pwn psychology

So, sunday. We played a word game - I forget the name. It was like taboo, but easier. I baggsed being on AJ's team. Woah big surprise, AJ Andrew and I won. Then some people went and fiddled with the keyboard while others played the castle building game. Scott won cos of all his lil farmer doods. We lit all the cupcakes on fire (well, their candles anyway. It might have smelt a bit elsewise.) and then ate cake. Jess turned a couple of balloons into instant breast implants. After that, a large part of the afternoon was devoted to boobs, nipples and sex changes. Yeah, we're SO mature.
Gosh, I hope someone got pictures of that ...
ANYWAY Parnie turned up a lot of hours late, even more than usual, and we played Totally Gross. This time I made everyone veto the spinning-around-til-you-fall-over card, simply for the sake of the floor (vomit and carpet make an uneasy mix). Aparna and I lost very badly, but at least we learned stuff - like the fact that Uranus is a planet. Wow :O
Then we watched Lano and Woodley. Ah, slapstick, how could we live without your brilliant crassness?
Parnie and Jess left before dinner, which was tacos, which we had mainly because they were the esiest things to have which didn't have egg... and AJ's cake didn't have egg in either ...DARN Aparna for not eating things we prepared with consideration of her *grumbles*.
We tried to play 1000 blank white cards, but we ran out of time so it was a very short game indeed. But it did involve 2 cards being eaten, so I think it was worth it. Then we went to Darkzone ... and accidentally left Andrew at my place. Hehe. Mum brought him along with my sister. We played one team game and one free-for-all. I prefered the team game better (mostly because I kicked ass :P ) It was fun running up and down all the masses of levels, lying in wait and then shooting people in the back. Except when they shot you in the back, like Andrew did. Sniper.
And then we went home.
Aw.

Yesterday I drove to Marie's place(yes, I did get lost), and Gity was there which made me very happy because I haven't seen her in months and months. We played Uno and watched My Family. It was awesome fun. And we ate cup-a-soup from bowls. That was also mildly amusing, in a foody kind of way. Then Gity and I went to Josh's (and yes, we got lost. Thank god for GPSs) to return the games he had left at my house on sunday. Gity wanted to go home rather than stay, but once I figured out that it was because she wanted to talk to "someone" I asked Josh to log her on to msn and then we were fine. We ate yummy biscuits and played scrabble. Josh whupped our arses, but he let me cheat so I had great fun.
And then
sigh
we had to go home.
Gity saw her brother walking home when we got near her house so she made me race so that she could get to the computer first. Hehe.

And now I'd better go to bed cos I have to get up freakishly early tomorrow.
G'night.

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.

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Squee!!! :D

Well, I only sort of died. But it was worth it.
I'm so behind in my posts. I've done a lot of stuff lately. Stuff is great. But when I do lots of stuff I don't have time to write. I'm really tired.
And omgf I'm 18 tomorrow. Which is good cos I keep on thinking 18 and now it won't be wrong. W00t.

I'll post, really ... sometime ...

Things that happened (in chronological order, and most of them on consecutive days) and which I will, at some point, hopefully write about:

• New Zealand
  
• Andrew's 18th
  
• The Results  came out
• I kidnapped Marie, AJ and Josh
  
• Aparna's 18th
• Presentation night, after which I went to AJs house and watched Fry and Laurie
  
• Jess's 18th, and the wonderful floods which followed
  
• ADCV presentation night
• My grandma died
• Christmas lunch with the Donnelleys
• Mum and Dad went to Tassie for the funeral
• I discovered that we had the entire collection of Black Books
• AJ came over and watched it with me
• Marie and Jess came over to edit film which, as it turns out, wasn't where it was supposed to be, so we just did fun stuff instead
• Had a New Years Eve party at Jess's place and slept over, if you can call 3 hours "sleep" and not just "light nap" (which is why I am so very tired and also was the day on which it ws so damned hot. I think Jess angered a weather god. Her events keep happening on massively extreme days.)
• Went and saw Spamalot with Jess and Marie and Viv and Mum. That was today. Mum got back yesterday. And, as I said, tomorrow I'm 18 and we're going to see a movie and then do something. I don't know what. I'm getting very good at doing completely unplanned stuff.

And I have a job helping at the Summer Film School at Melbourne Uni from the 7th of January until the 5th of February. I don't get paid, but I get to do the course for free. And it sounds like a great course, so in essence I get around $2000.

And yeah. Stuff is great. But now that I don't have a uniform to wear 5 days a week, I am discovering that I have no clothes. I went and got some stuff today, but I'll need to go get even more stuff sometime. Stuff I can wear for summer and not boil to death. I dislike summers muchly.
And on the 14th I discover what I'm going to do for the next 4 years of my life, when the uni offers come out. Woohoo.

Sleep would be great. Sleep would be rally great right now. Au revoir.

Okay now sorry if this is slightly inaccurate or if I skate over things. It was, what, 10 or 11 days ago now. I remember noooo-sink! Well I actually do. But it’s hazy. A glorious little hazy blur, just like the inside of a cataract (last bit is a Simpsons quote, ok?)

Spent about 15 minutes the night before convincing mum that I really *did* need a uniform to creatively destroy. Got there in the morning and couldn’t find my friends. I asked a girl I thought I’d seen before if she’d seen Marie and she said “No, but when you find her can you punch her for me?” Well, I did find her. We went around and signed shirts. Lots of shirts. Marie immediately took up half my back (and spelt her name wrong!) and Gity took the other half. All further attempts to sign my shirt were preceded by words to the effect of “Oh my goodness, there’s not much room”. And they signed my sleeves instead. By the time Phil turned up it was time to go to the hall for a ‘practice assembly’. Wasn’t much of a practice. We went through the song twice. Then we went out (Bharat had turned up by this stage) and started preparing for the skit. This involved me running to the Glen to buy a bottle of ‘piss’ (Juice. Orange I think.) and Jess and me going to the library to find a newspaper, or, failing that, and article about Ben Cousins and some horoscopes. Well, newspapers cannot be taken, only photocopied. Neither of us had a photocopy card. All horoscopes are blocked on the school network. Plan suitably imploded, back to the sci-tech. Well, assembly time came. I figured I was no longer needed for the ‘slutting it up for myspace’ scene (Phil did this perfectly well on his own. Teehee.) and went to sit next to Jess instead, and used her scissors to snip and generally artistically mangle my dress. Speeches came and went blowflies through the house when there’s a dead rat in the roof. Mr Penso made jokes about the ‘nicotene brothers’ and bagged his own ‘VCE swimming pool’ obsession. God I hate that pool. When Mr Penso talks about it I think he might just be trying to kill us all by making us fall asleep while we’re trying to swim. The first act was some guys running around stage to the tune of Doctor Jones, which was followed by (w00t) Marie, Bharat, Phil and Vanja. I have the whole script. Here I am not sticking it in because I’m hoping that EVENTUALLY it will end up on youtube or some other form of electronic media. If not, I will stick in the script. Teehee. It was great. And Phil didn't think it would work. Shun the non-believer. Shunnnnn-uh. Mr Imam was sitting right behind us and giggling the whole way through. As they were introduced everyone in the audience went “oooh it has MARIE in …” (ie, prepare to be bombarded with sick humour.) They were not disappointed. ‘ra for bagging every dodgy facet of modern society. :D

And then we all went home and had strawberry ice-cream.

Actually no we didn’t. We sat through a gay version of back street boys (people didn’t quite get the irony of this following the patronising statement that teenagers are unable to laugh at anything other than a gay joke). Then we had some good songs, some bad songs, got bombarded with hundreds of painful lollies during one of the latter, and then we were all called up to do The Songs. I was still sucking a lolly and had thrown away the wrapper. Oops. I nicked someone random person’s lyrics ‘cos no-one had had enough foresight to bring theirs, me included. I’m going to remember the line “Hit Me Ramsey” for a very, very long time. The song is, in fact, on youtube, but the camerawork is frankly shite and very sea-sick-making.

And THEN we all went home and had strawberry ice-cream.

Well no, actually, I went home and had a shower and waited for mum and dad to come and take me to Jess’s place, where she and Gity and I watched Doctor Who and I ate junk food (as is my wont) and generally made time disappear into a black hole, which we will never get back (unless of course my plans to make a real working Tardis actually happen. Which would be awesome.) Did make up – Marie turned up in time to tsk at my eyeliner, add more, realise that it was way too much and painstakingly remove most with one of those ear cleaney cotton stick thingys.

Wayne drove us. Wayne does corners way too fast. We got lost and did 3 or 4 circuits of the park before he finally gave up and called Albert by the Lake, and of course we found it as soon as the phone started ringing. We tried to figure out where our table was and couldn’t, until Josh found us and showed us to where AJ was sitting in a dress! Squee!

And we took loads of photos and the food was boring and mildly shithouse, and Gity had brought the blue unicorn who takes LSD and steals Charlie’s kidney. We had fun torturing him.

And eventually the music improved and we went to dance, and it was awesome and fun and stuff. And Gity danced with a cow, and she was happy, and Marie convinced Mr Tatnall to dance with her, and then we joined the end of a conga line (he told her off for abandoning him. Hehe…) AJ and various transitory other people made a collection of glasses filled with water on which you could play the tune of Fur Elise. Yay!

Oh yeah, and we graduated.

Took a while to get through everyone. Half the year level up, classes in rows and people arranged alphabetically, call out name, shake hand with principal, take certificate, go away. Wow, that was really worth attending school for 14 years.

Aaaand … yeah. Went home, had shower, got up 5 hours later, got in the car, picked up Gity and Marie, went to Jells Park. On the way we saw a whole hoard of people making their way there, still in their formal clothes. (Nuts, all of them. Nuts. With beans.) We got slightly sidetracked. We were faved with a fork in the road and mum said “which way?” and we all pointed right so she took the left road. Sigh. Anyway, got there, met people. We were going to the playground but Jess came, so we didn’t.

About half the people there had stayed out all night and were looking slightly fatigued.

 

I will continue this tale after I have taken the dogs for “A little shit tour” outside. Mum’s words, not mine. Eloquence and propriety are her particular fortes.

 

Okay I’m back. Where was I? Oh yeah, breakfast. I went up when they first called out that food was ready, so I only had to stand and get blinded with smoke and flying grease for a little while before I got a sausage. The other people had to wait in a line. Suckers (snh snh snh). When everybody had been suitably fed, we resumed our quest to find the playground. We played on the swings. Swings are teh awesomeness personified.

Then I went exploring. I remember it from when I was a little tacker. Fond memories. ‘twas nice. For some reason we all ended up on the rope thingie. (Yes, I know, I have a very vast and varied vocabulary…) Actually, I think it may have been my fault, cos I went over there to sit with Andrew and David (and to take photos of him being a fool).

Other people started playing with a Frisbee, so I went to the car to see if I could find some sort of object for us to play games with, but there was none, even though there usually are. This is the downside of actually tidying things up. Mum said either she would drive Gity and me home now or we could make our own way back whenever. I went to tell Gity and bumped into Bharat, who had only just bothered to wake up. Gity said stay, so we stayed. Mum brought out a sunhat and sun block, but it was cold and I was wearing a jumper and I didn’t want any. She was disgustingly smug when I got sunburnt, damn her. I would listen to her more if she wasn’t wrong 75% of the time.

Anyway.

Oh, and Josh took a picture of this Minah bird that came and stole our drinks.

I don’t think people had really eaten enough, because someone decided that we catch and eat it. I think it may have been me. And then throughout the day there were multiple suggestions that we catch and roast assorted wildlife.

Phil and AJ and Gity and Marie and I all decided to take a wander down to the lake. Most people were starting to head off at this point, but it was a nice day and we had all been sensible and gone to bed the night before. It was really nice. The daisies in the grass were blooming, causing nostalgic memories of daisy chains in primary school and, in some cases, hay fever. We talked and laughed (Phil actually collapsing onto the floor pissing himself when we told him about the SMS Marie got from … someone …)

 We got to the lake and decided that the other side looked decidedly greener, and we set off again.

We found a sign pointing out the way to the Dandenongs. “Hey, let’s all walk to the Dandenongs!” “Okay, lets go.” I called Jess to inform her of this. She didn’t seem to find it quite as hilarious as I did. If it’s possible to raise an eyebrow verbally, she did. She told me that Josh had come to find us. AJ tried to phone Josh, but he didn’t answer. About 1/3 of the way more around the lake, we realised that his number had changed and I called him and told him where we were going. He caught up to us just before we reached the other side, riding very fast on his bike.

AJ threw a rock in the water and suddenly every duck in the lake was at our feet, staring up hopefully underneath the signs that said basically “If you feed the ducks they will die”. I suggested we eat them. Duck is nice.

On the way back Phil tried riding in tandem with Marie. It didn’t really work very well, but at least they didn’t kill themselves.

About this point Phil realised that I had just walked a couple of kays over gravel with no shoes on. For some reason, this surprised him. I explained: “I don’t like shoes.”

On the way back I made friends with one of the many flies who were enjoying the now sunny weather. His name was Frank. I said, “AJ! I found a new friend for you! His name is Frank.” And I proudly proffered the little animalcule for her inspection. She killed him. I collapsed in hysterics. Josh took my shoes. As we passed the teahouse we met an odd sight – a post wearing a child’s jacket. It looked eerie. I took a photo.

We found Jess under a tree, and we lay there for a while. It was calm and warm and nice. Josh found a very pretty bug and Gity named him Quentin, and he was my friend and Marie smacked my hand and made me lose him. AAAAAAAA

 Next time I will think a little harder about what I wear, cos my top was too short for my pants and I had to keep pulling them up. You didn’t need to know that. Sorry.

After an hour or so of lizarding (lying outside and enjoying the sun), we decided to get lunch at the teahouse. It was very expensive. Josh took photos of people’s shoes. Jess’s grandpa was there, and he took her home, and it was time for us to go home too.

“Er … how exactly are we getting home?”

“Let’s walk.”

“Okay.”

Hm, great idea. All the way from Jells Park to the Glen. It was fun though, in an it’s-suddenly-35degrees-and-we-don’t-have-hats-or-sleeves-or-sunblock kind of way. Except for Marie, who had sun block so she didn’t burn her eyelids again, and of course Gity has her scarf. People took turns riding the bikes. When Marie rode Phil had to carry her handbag and he struggled for a while to see if there was a word for how it made him feel, and came up with “emasculated”, and then wasn’t sure if it even existed. We found a bus stop, but the bus wasn’t gonna come for ages so we kept walking. Eventually AJ and Josh had to split off to go home, and eventually Phil too. Gity and Marie and I were getting thirsty, so we went and became juvenile delinquents and stole water from someone’s garden tap. And we came across the Glen, all majestic and huge and air conditioned, and Marie went to catch the bus and Gity and I went and bought ice-cream. Not strawberry. But it was nice. And we went home. And it was late. And there was a guy on our bus still in his formal clothes. And we raised our eyebrows at him, but not while he was looking, because that would have been rude. The end.

 

PS, today was our English exam. I think it went moderately shite. Won’t know until results come out. Went to Jess’s house, didn’t really do much useful but ate good food and watched 300, which is incredibly Gory (with a capital G) but also beautiful. And yeh. Other exams next week. Eep etc.

The actual end.

Well, it will be once I've pinched some of Josh's photos and stuck em in where they should be. Tomorrow. Pip pip.

Edit: Done it. The END.

I HAD MY FRENCH ORAL!!!!!!!!
No longer need to worry about it!
Will write more, when I have time
probably wednesday
muck up day pics are on http://picasaweb.google.com/geoffshaw9999/20071022StephSMuckUpDayPhotos?authkey=ylbbpZVJL4k

YAY

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And just a thought can set my heart pounding. I feel it shaking through my body like fear.
I breathe harder and I try so hard to conceal it, as if it is a weakness to hide away from others.
My palms sweat and I wipe them hastily against my thigh.
These are my stigmata. This is the sound of silent tears.
Each day I stand among you, one of the masses, part of the crowd. You cannot see me, although sometimes I wonder why you cannot hear my heart beating so loudly agaist my eardrums.
Ba doom, ba doom, ba boom.
It is the sound of fear
The sound of a desperate longing
It is the sound rocking me to hard-won sleep.
But then the dreams come. They scream at me, tear at me; hungry beasts ripping at the fabric of my mind, exposing the bones, and they can never let me heal. I am raw and bleeding and there is no respite in a world of cruelty and lies.
I wake. There are tears on my cheeks but I do not own them. I can never cry. So I walk away. I pick myself up and I walk, and around me the world is changing.
I see flowers. I hear birds. I feel grass beneath me feet. And slowly, inevitably, I soften. The jagged edges of my world gently blunt themselves against the summer air. I sit. I watch. I listen. And for a time, I feel safe. I build myself a little everywere, and I let your voices reach me, and the nightmares see the light and flinch away.
I walk again. My heart is beating still, always beating, urging me on. I can never stay for long. The drums of my existance, beating in my veins.
Ba doom, ba doom, ba doom.
It is the sound of laughter
The sound of joyful dancing
It is the sound I hear when you walk into a room, and I am happy.
And then the dreams come. But I awake, and I do not remember. There are tears on my face, but they are not mine. I do not own them, for I can never cry.

It's late and I ahve to get up tomorrow.
Oh well.
I'll just write until I'm tired.

Mum: Do you want to drive?
Me: Uh ... no.
Mum: You're going to drive.
Me: *sigh* *Gets into drivers seat and drives to Jess's place*
Jess, on openening door: Yay! You're here!
Me: I drove ... my hands are all sweaty and I'm shaking ...
Jess: Well done.
We went to the kitchen and she picked up a little round sponge cake.
"This," she announced, "is what the shop considers a large spongecake."
I stared at it incredulously. "Indeed ..."
"Yeah, so mum's gone to get some more cakes."
And so we played with Jess's Wii. I suck at cow racing, but I am fairly good at virtual table tennis, if I do say so my self. An hour later Gity still hadn't arrived. Jess didn't have her number so I called my mum and got her to find the number in my diary, and I had just finished pressing in the numbers when Gity turned up at the door. Magic!
Apparently this counted as "special circumstances" so Gity was allowed to eat. Which was good, cos we did a LOT of eating. Gail came with the cakes - one chocolate mud and one apple - and the adventure began. First we made the cookies (which involved opening a packet of gluten free cookie dough and slicing it, then eating the dodgy slices.) We managed to cook them without the oven gasing us all to death, which was a bonus. Then Jess chopped chocolate and I chopped maltesers. I discovered that when you chop them in half, one half is fine and the other half crumbles. Half for the cake, half for me, half for the cake, half for Gity, half for the floor, half for Jess ...
We then decided on how the layers would work, and Jess trimmed the cakes. There was a little accident with the sponge, but we decided we could just stick that little bit back on with chocolate. Everything sticks with chocolate. so we began the melting. Mmmmm, melting chocolate... We poured the chocolate in stages, strategically building up our dalek. Swiss roll, we discovered, does not in fact stand up well to being smothered in warm chocolate. It began to disintegrate, and the whole Dalek began to tilt alarmingly. I removed its arse (the bit of sponge we had stuck back on) but it wasn't quite enough. "Jess!" I cried. "Do you have any skewers?!" She went and found some, and we shoved them down through the centre. They sort of stuck out at the top. We perched the cookies on his head and then attempted to make candles stay in place by covering them with chocolate. It worked. Everything sticks with chocolate. Lesson for life, children. But it really did look most ridiculous. We decided that this evil creature with its hunched back was very much like Mr Burns. Gity and I proceeded create Mr Smithers out of the spare Swiss roll, then made him gay by sticking pink and blue smarties around his head. We stuck them on
with...
you guessed it...
chocolate.
And then there was still some left over in the piping bag so Jess made letters that spelled "18" and "EXTERMINATE" on tin foil and we put it in the fridge. Then there was STILL some left so Jess piped it straight into my mouth.
Hmm.
Then we faced the next dilemma ... Mr Burns was too tall to fit in the fridge. So we went out to the garage (breifly admiring the Wall of Abandoned Legs) and took the shelves out of Wayne's Alcohol fridge and put him in there, hoping that he wouldn't get more drunk, because otherwise he'd fall over.
Then we went back inside and realised that the entire kitchen was covered in a layer of chocolate. Oops. So we mopped and scrubbed until it was clean again, and then we could let the dogs inside.
And then we played more Wii until my parents came. We discovered that the way to succeed at boxing is to turn your back to the screen and dance like a fool.
Teehee.
And the next day my arms didn't hurt, but the muscles at the side of my back did. But that's another story, because a LOT of stuff happened the next day. And some stuff the day after. And a little more today. And some more stuff is happening tomorrow and I have to go now cos I need to sleep.
BYEEEEE