Went out with Jamie last night to South Melbourne beach. Although it got a little cool, not as good as Tuesday night, we still had an awesome time. Went for a walk, splashed around a bit – “No, I can’t get my shorts wet. Like I’m not gay. I just can’t get them wet.” – and otherwise just lay on the beach observing other people – “April, if you ever get that fat and dare to wear bathers, I’ll lock you in a room with a treadmill and no food.” – and talking. Was good to catch up as he’s leaving soon. Lots of interesting talk about Jezz, Koreans, sexy people, clothes, Gippsland, our more degenerate activities etc.
Went to school again this morning to drop off my Speech Night ticket form – I know it’s a week late but Ms S told me I had to, so I guess it’s still okay. “Are your parents coming?” “Um.. Ha. Ha.” Didn’t get the English Language prize, which I wasn’t really hopeful about since Nicola consistently got the same or one mark better than me.. Rawr. I seem to always get weird prizes that I don’t really deserve, like Social Service in year 8 when I wasn’t even an SS rep, and something about Human Rights this year. I think it’s new. That and General Excellence, but there are ten of those so it’s not that special. Plus, I went to see Ms S the other day because she told me to on the phone, to get some form off her – I went into her FA class and go, “Hi Ms -,” stood there expectantly because I had no idea what she wanted, and she goes, “Hi! .. Am I meant to know who you are?” Which was nice. The form was to get the book.. Decided on The Essential Noam Chomsky, which should be a nice beach read.. Lewl.
No. He doesn't work at Monash. But you can take me to Max Brenner again.
Anyway, today I went to State after trudging home with the contents of my locker, got in at 10 and left at 5.30.. Got a lot done, but still. Fail life. Went to Hard Rock afterwards with Sean, which was a sight better. He did his challenge run first so he still had the strength to finish it, and managed it which was good. He assigned me his last one that he had to work at, with a backwards slope. It was a biatch, but I finished it. Got to the bottom and Sean stared at me. “Shit.” “What, was it really bad?” “It was a joke, you weren’t meant to finish it!” HOAH. Raced him twice, I won the first time but he owned me the second time. After about six or seven times each we were both pretty screwed. Am going to be paralysed tomorrow.
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Cous-cous love
Made the same cous-cous that I made at MC’s the other night, but with a few variations. Jizzed again. Tonight’s version is below, but I guess you can put anything in.
Olive oil
Nuttelex
200mL vegetable stock
200mL cous-cous
1/3 of an eggplant, diced
1/3 red capsicum, chopped
1/2 fat zucchini, diced
Handful of teeny cherry tomatoes
Fistful of thyme, shredded (and a few stalks over for a garnish if you cbf)
Small block of fetta
In a saucepan sauté the eggplant, capsicum, zucchini and tomatoes on medium-low heat. Cover it and add water if they look a bit dry or if you don’t want to use too much oil. Toss occasionally. (I put them in in that order but it’s probably better to have everything mis en place.)When they’re all in, lower the heat right down or just turn it off if they’re done. Toss the thyme through.
Boil the stock and take it off the heat. Put the cous-cous in, stir it evenly and leave it for five minutes to expand. When it’s done, fold a knob of Nuttelex through with a fork to separate the grains. Stir the cous-cous into the vegetables.
Garnish with fetta and thyme. Nom to heart’s content and look smug at protein content.
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Guess this is also the right time for the cocktail I made the other day. Was muggy and I had a headache and a bottle of vodka. Obvious solution?
Half-filled a tall glass with ice, layered a generous shot of vodka, lime cordial, soda water, diced kiwi fruit and diced oranges. Being a sophisticated drinker, I curled up on the balcony, drank the VLS, ate the fruit and sucked on the ice cubes 
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Productivity and beer
Have been uber-productive today, in an attempt to do some karmic-study balancing for going to Cho Gao last week.
Since last night I have – washed the dishes, unstacked the dishwasher, folded the washing, vacuumed, re-revised Enviro AOS 1, beefed up and highlighted my notes, drawn multiple pictures and devised mnemonics and gone for a 5k run (the last one is part of an ongoing battle against pastiness). And I haven’t even got to work yet.
Work – I’ve sliced three hours off my shifts in total this week (assuming we close at 1 tonight) since it’s been so quiet, which is kind of gayzors because it cuts 36 off my pay. Have been putting the 150 into my account and keeping the rest as cash but won’t be able to do that this week. Weather = jizz ∴ everyone is at St Kilda, South Melbourne, Port Melbourne etc. Docklands only having water for the uber-wealthy with their yachts.
Back to brighter topics – Cho Gao, which is actually kind of smoky and dimly lit. Went to MC with Soph where we met Sean and Khai near the balcony. Soph was quite demented with rage at the way Erhan hadn’t been able to make it to the city until evening, having promised to come over in the morning, and was seething in her little grey dress and heels (although Sean’s “not as pussy-whipped anymore and actually hot. God his shirt is cool”-ness got a smile. That was a direct quote). Me, the usual short shorts, tee and flats. Even I had to laugh at how much older than me she looked. Bought a jug of Stella (don’t care if it is Belgian, it’s not that great. And yes I know how stupid it is to drink beer and complain about being fat) and caught up with Sean while Khai swooned over Sophie. Erhan finally rocked up, to death glares from Sophie; I kissed him on both cheeks and quietly muttered, “Protect your balls, my friend.” He nodded grimly. [/drama] When they left, Soph kissed Khai on the cheek. He proceeded to stare into space so we would ask what was wrong – “The most beautiful woman in the world just kissed me. Except you, of course.” Uh huh..
But it was good to catch up with “the kitchen boys”. Discussed school, holidays, William Angliss, gambling problems, Hari pissed and dancing etc. Left Sean with a promise to go rock climbing since his pass expires this month and he still has five left. Hopefully the family and MC will be able to come.
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VCAASUXYO
Not much has been going on recently, as VCAA is still intent on destroying all remnants of my life. Having been viciously mauled by four years at my school (not to say I don’t love it – but, you know, suppression of L.I.F.E. is common at the best school in the state), VCAA and its crusty examiners are now pecking like vultures at the masticated left-overs.
Can you tell I sat an exam today?
Okay so it wasn’t that horrible. It was only two hours, compared to the three-hour English torture session, and I felt much better prepared for it than for the latter. English Language is my “strong” subject, after all. (That is, when squeezed between English and Japanese.) Btw, just to differentiate, English includes a text response, a language analysis and a conceptual study and is fail, while English Language concentrates more on linguistics and social attitudes, variation etc and is, in general, win.
Grendel’s One Eight Zero kind of exemplifies how I felt in the English exam. (Thank you, WOW. Your function in this world is to provide me with analogies.) Pounding pulse, heart-rending screams and an uncomfortable little whisper throughout. I thought my Hard Times essay was okay, and – I don’t mean to be up myself, but – listening to some of the other girls afterwards, I thought my ideas were pretty good. Language analysis was alright. Whose Reality owned my sorry ass. People were talking about writing paragraphs that were one-and-a-half pages long. I’m sorry, WHAT? My entire essay can only have been about two-and-a-half. So yeah. Sorry ENTER. There goes English.
English Language was okay, although one of the teachers said it was the hardest ENL exam she’d ever seen. The SA questions were all uber long, though some of them had inordinate amounts of space for the marks they gave. I already had a rough idea of what I could manage from practice exams and essays, time-wise, with a contingency plan as well, so I felt pretty comfortable with that. Did fall back to 50 minutes for the essay due to the bitch-ness of the SA questions, but that was what I had been practising anyway. I did think my essay was kind of okay, and I was able to throw in my own Jean Mulder, Kate Burridge and Katie Cincotta quotes. (The Katie Cincotta article was the one I got my own quotes from, so that didn’t hurt.) Had a pleasant awareness of all my quotes being from female sources. However, this was kind of balanced by the irksomeness of the power points lined up in front of me (I was right at the front of the room), as some of them were still switched on… Gr… I think OCD runs in our family.
Have that hyper-awareness of using slang, abbreviations, necessitating inference, complex lexicon etc that is the unavoidable side-effect of writing an English Language essay.
In what other small news that there is space for in my life right now – the family came to work last Saturday for dinner. Had a quick ten-minute break and ate dinner with them, which was good.. Discussed camping and forest raves. (Side note – Yusuf invited me to a rave. I’m in.) Zara came back while we were cleaning up at about midnight with a clean shirt for me, and we went to E55 with Erdal. Crashed a couch and consequently met some crazy Irish guy who bought us drinks in exchange for hearing Zara’s Irish accent… Lewl. Ended up going to Cookie which actually had decent music for once – no more of that ladybug crap. Danced for hours, including with another Irish guy and a law student who was a swing/ballroom dancer. Seeing the awesome stuff we were doing (despite both of us being quite drunk, my lack of coordination and my general dislike of touching people, he was really, really good and made things like falling and spinning really easy), Zara consequently stole him. Had a pretty awesome night, despite the whisky – warning, don’t bother trying it. Tastes like shit. Crashed at South Melbourne a bit before 5am.
Now have 10 days until my Japanese exam… WARRIOR. HOAH. Just going to spend tonight cleaning the bedroom (is necessary to do it in stages – have done the desk, moving onto the drawers) and going to the gym as I am f-a-t. F U, VCE, is all your fault.
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Living on Video
Yes, I’m listening to Pakito yet again. To quote Yusuf, it is “delicious.” What is also delicious is my vegan cream cheese and pumpkin on whole grain toast with my uber fresh salad. Nom nom nom.
Wow.. There is no way I’m going to be able to say half the things I wanted to about the last two weeks or so, so I’ll just throw random tidbits at the keyboard.
First of all. I have
GRADUATED
yes, applause, standing ovation, cheering, BDO-esque ecstasy, thank you very much. And the important thing is, I am still alive. But I suspect that may be because I have only had one exam so far.
But you know, the terrible thing is leaving all the beautiful amazing sweet girls at school. They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, and it’s true. It’s not that we’ll never see each other again.. But it’s difficult to explain. You’ve probably been there, done that and if your friends were as lovely as mine you’ll know how it feels.
So, we had dress-signing day on Wednesday (will write about what we did on Tuesday after Final Assembly); I got to form (having spent recess finishing a practice exam in the library, grumble grumble), saw Annie’s face, and proceeded to start sobbing. Everyone was like, “no don’t cry, oh no no no I’m going to cry” and promptly did so. And it kind of made me feel better that everyone would be as miserable as me to not be provided the comfort and security of seeing your friends pretty much every day. Spent all our classes signing dresses – each breast claimed, outline of a hand on my ass, and explicit instructions to you-know-who you-know-where. However the rest of the messages were very sweet.
After school everyone went to Valedictory – considered telling my Dad that, but decided there was no point. One day he’ll realise that I didn’t have one and ask me why. Anyway, spent the afternoon making my “Rowdy Ruff boy” costume for Muck Up Day – I’m sorry, “Celebration Day” (urine-filled water bombs at a Melbourne train station kind of explains the name change. Was not us). Vania’s idea, which was good because it meant there were six of us running around in similar costumes.
Yeah I was the red one.. "Brick."
Thursday morning rocked up to school to see Nomi’s group running around dressed as Oompa Loompas, which was very lol. The teachers were being totally hardline about “Security” – only one girl at a time allowed in one door in one building to use one bathroom, and you weren’t allowed to take anything in at all, even a costume to change into. We were told that if we were seen in any other building, seen harassing other students, carrying water guns or anything we would have to find another school to sit our exams at (however, apparently VCAA doesn’t let schools do shit like that). Anyway, no one cared – everyone just wanted to have fun. Everyone spent the morning cam-whoring and running around on the jumping castle.. Yes, half of us are voting age. Some of the costumes were pretty cool though, including Greek goddesses, Madeleine and a SWAT team.
Afterwards we had the Year 12 Assembly, which was pretty amazing. Anytime anyone said “The Epic Year!” or “—— ‘09!” the whole year level would erupt in cheers. Performances from the more musical among us, including Amee, Maritza and Prue, started most people crying. And then of course there was the Year 12 video, which was really well done. It started with EB, whose psychotic conducting will never be forgotten, and included a group of girls carrying one of the common room couches to the fountain near the Shrine so that they could film the Friends theme scene and the “Sawaki duck” story. At which point I started crying again, and was again comforted by the fact that half the year level was sobbing.
We had a little 12I gathering afterwards at the picnic tables, where Jen and Nay gave us all little envelopes with cards about 12I and about us.. Am making myself sad again. Will miss 12I terribly.
The other thing I’m going to miss is everyone at work when I leave. Hary called the Wednesday after the speech comp to make sure I hadn’t quit yet, and to tell me that my being away for even just one weekend wasn’t cool. I want to be in on all the staff jokes that have us still in hysterics when we greet customers (“Where is Mehrnoosh? Where is the Terminator?”), the little pats on the shoulder that we give to tell each other that we’re not really impatient, the effort we make to make people smile when they’re frustrated or stressed, the way we swap problem tables..
Another goodbye – went “goodbye clubbing” with Sloane last night after work as he is leaving for Sydney next weekend. Marquee had no passouts when I got there and Sloane had already “left,” so we just went to E55 and chilled for a bit – I love the security there. “Door fee? Door fee.. Um.. Approximately.. Zero dollars.” When it closed we went to Cookie to dance. Both of us were fairly gone by the time we decided to leave. Decided I should go home as it was nearly 5, but he had to go meet his friends at another club.. Lewl. Has been fun hanging out with him, it’ll be good to catch up next time.
Nfw. “Our Farewell” by Within Temptation just came on shuffle. Am going to avoid everyone at the English exam on Friday or I’m just going to start crying again. Need time to adapt yo 
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日本語 Comp and Oral
Short illustrated novel – don’t bother.
はい、”ORAL” と言ったよ。ダーてイマインデッドなーー。
Friday rocked up to period one, unlike 先生. Could have stayed in bed at the hole until form, but I’m kind of glad I didn’t because my class made me a good luck card for the competition, which was truly lovely. And Little Jen wrote me a plane letter that had such incredible nice vibes the businessmen sitting on either side of me became jealous.
Fell asleep in Dad’s van on the way up, thank you Friday afternoon traffic. Checked myself in – gotta love technology – and mooched around until my uneventful flight. Managed to find the Sydney airport train station and catch the right train. The trains in Sydney have two stories; I was pretty amused. Small things.. Sat near three people discussing weed, drinking, clubbing til they ran out of money and Christmas postcards. They were drinking some kind of cloudy alcohol out of a coke bottle, like raki, cranberry and apple juice mixed together. Not that it would have been, because that would be disgusting. “You liar!” “What?” “You said you weren’t drunk. You so are.” Noticed that they kept saying things like “heaps fun” or “heaps cool”.
Was impressed that there is a train station at the airport -_-. (Over the course of the weekend, however, came to have somewhat more respect for Melbourne’s public transport system.) Managed to find my hotel at Hyde Park without incident. Often when people offer you a free hotel room it’s some dodgy little motel, but it was really nice, with a normal-sized bathroom, balcony and kitchenette. And the most comfortable bed.. Oh my god..! In the morning I realised it also had a lovely view of Hyde Park and the ANZAC memorial, which I hadn’t been able to see through the rain.
Didn’t end up going out with Dan because he dropped his iPhone in the toilet – actually, he found it with no idea how it got there.. rofl – so he didn’t get my text about when I would be arriving. Was okay though because I was pretty tired, and we had a nice chat on his crappy new phone anyway; helped him do the shopping – “Special K or Just Right? Peanut M&Ms or normal? Where the fuck are the plastic forks? They have mattress covers but no plastic forks. [Aside] Excuse me, do you have plastic forks?” Went out for dinner, although it was pissing down. Maybe I just wasn’t in the right place but Sydney’s clubs look a bit seedier than Melbourne’s. And no I didn’t go looking for them, it was Friday night so I just happened to notice. There are so many Korean and Japanese people! I was looking for a Japanese restaurant and was kind of glad I didn’t bother asking the receptionist because there were about eight in the first two blocks I walked down.
Saturday morning thought I was pretty awesome because not only did I not get generally lost going to the Japan Foundation building, I managed a foray into some side streets to find a pair of tights (Soph put a run in mine and didn’t tell me.. I love my little sister). AND I even realised I was walking back to the wrong main street before I was hopelessly lost. This would not normally be impressive, except for the fact that I have no sense of direction at all.
The competition was pretty interesting – the standard was generally a lot higher than the state bout, which was conducive to actually listening. Still spent a few of the speeches silently mouthing mine, but after I’d said it I could relax and listen to the rest properly. Accidentally mushed one of my pauses and stuttered once, but I thought I did okay. Makito, the Japanese guy who was the other competitor in the Background division, turned out to be really nice. He’s finishing his sixth year in Engineering/Science at UNSW, and hasn’t returned to Japan since he was four, so I’m actually kind of happy that he won. Especially because he half-mentioned that his mother is a little ill. Am not just trying to be all buoyant and altruistic, I really am. The judges mentioned that the Background division is difficult to judge due to dialect, age, level of education etc. But in the general comments part they were talking about getting the pronunciation of key words right, which I can’t help but think was directed at me.. Effing “仕事.” Second prize was an asics sports bag and gel runners, and that’s what I needed anyway, so it’s all good. Plus it was a great opportunity to compete and, ah, spend some quality time with さわき先生。Ha, no, I really did appreciate him coming.. Made me feel a lot better.
In the breaks between each division there were displays of calligraphy, ikebana (flower arrangement) and ceramics, which was really nice. Please excuse my photography, yet again.
Ren Yano
Ikebana - Setsuko Yanagisawa; Ceramics - Malcolm Greenwood
Couldn’t help laughing out loud when they were awarding prizes – second prize in all the divisions was the asics sneakers and sports bag, and the azn girl who received second prize in the Open Beginner division was really fat….. Am going to have horrible karma for thinking that and be obese one day. Or fail the Japanese exam.
As I left the building I bumped into two of the people who had been at the competition, who said congratulations. Asked them if they knew how to get to Sydney University, which it turns out is in Newport (you see I have done my research). They said to go to Circular Quay and catch a certain bus, but I couldn’t find the numbers they mentioned so I went to the train station. Spent about half an hour dashing between platforms (i.e. four flights of stairs) as I repeatedly realised I was on the wrong platform. Finally concluded that they don’t bother telling you which stations are passed by the express (Newport, all the time), that the signs outside the station don’t correspond with the ones inside it, and that it would be pointless to keep waiting as the trains only came once every ten minutes or so – that’s for all the lines. It was Sunday, but still.
However, I did get a chance to look at the Sydney Uni Law school, which is right near the Courts and Martin Place. Isn’t as pretty as Melbourne Uni’s, but I guess little is. Didn’t get a chance to look inside, but when I went into the Melb Uni Law building with Oliver and Dylan I totally jizzed..
Sydney
Melbourne
So I ended up going to Central on the loop, and walked up George St to Hyde Park and then the Botanical Gardens. They’re kind of close to Darling Harbour but I didn’t want to risk it.
Pretty nice. Sydney seems like the kind of place you could get used to, though Sawaki 先生 went to Sydney Uni and said that five years of living in Sydney was about all that he could take. I guess it’s more fun if you’re a local or if you’re with friends. And the harbours and views were definitely nice. Although on the public transport, cheap food and coffee fronts, Melbourne definitely wins. E.g. soy latte at this tiny cafe was $4 and it was shit. I could get a latte twice as good for $3 in Melbourne.
Yes. Apart from an offer, coffee will probably be the deciding factor.
Flew back – going from the airport train station to the main part of the airport costs 15 if you have the wrong ticket, which everyone did. These two fat uncouth bogan girls started hassling the ticket guy about how the machine ate their tickets. Have found myself making a concentrated effort to be nice to service staff, since I started working as a waitress. Have some empathy, guys.
Arrived alive in Melbourne, though I had to wait almost an hour for Dad, who first managed to get “10″ out of “9.40″ and was then delayed by someone abandoning their car in front of the garage doors. Sigh.
Sunday morning toddled off to the MCG (I say toddled but really I mean got totally owned by the lack of public transport) to meet MC at the end of the Melbourne Marathon. Didn’t see him due to the thousands of people milling about in Spandex sculling Powerade, but decided it would be fun to do it next year. No. Not the entire 42km. Also enjoyed my walk as the weather was stunning. Was very proud of him for not only finishing it but also running the entire 21km.
You see how I might have missed him..
Went to Melb Central afterwards to practice for the Oral exam with Jen, Sonia and Lily and dissolved over Sonia’s expression as she watched MC eat.. Post-marathon munchies > weed munchies.
Did the oral exam this morning at the Ukrainian Church in North Melbourne. Am happy that it’s over. I wouldn’t exactly say I walked all over it, but my assessors were very kind, and they both laughed at my maths joke. The Japanese one would give me this little half smile every time I was silent or said まちがいました, which was mildly disconcerting but I’m sure was meant to be encouraging. The “non-native assessor” kept giving me these really deep nods and wide eyes. I got raised eyebrows at 武士道, so hopefully it will at least be memorable. Have a feeling I finished too early as they stopped asking Plan B, went to 最後に。。and then the Japanese one quietly goes to the other, おわってもいいかな？Did my final しつれいしました very awkwardly and in a very rehearsed way. Sigh. But I can’t say I think I totally failed. I’m just glad it’s over. And I’m glad everyone else was there too.. Very comforting to watch Jo pretend to cut her wrists before she entered the next room, and to get a hug from Sonia at the end of it.
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The final countdown
And we’re down to the last two weeks, ladies.
We only have two weeks of classes left of high school ever, after which we have swotvac interspersed with final exams. My Japanese oral is on Monday, and it’ll be good to have it over with. We had a “会話 picnic” in the function room, with Kai-kun – cute, for a little kid – and I also had 会話のれんしゅう this morning with one of the 会話先生. She said I’ve improved a lot and the only problem now is that I sound nervous. Considering that I spent three weeks not even taking my iPod out with me so I was forced to read my scripts, and last night spent over an hour going over it again, I should say I was somewhat concerned as to whether I could pull off my last practice ever.
Well I did. On top of which, I finished my Eng Lang, Enviro and English AOS 3 summaries, wrote two Eng Lang essays on top of a practice exam, made an A2 Hard Times mind map in tiny writing, wrote an English essay as well as finishing the October Test today, got the second highest mark in my cohort for my last Eng Lang SAC and full marks for my last two Japanese SACs. THUS, HENCE, THEREFORE, AS A CONSEQUENCE, AS A RESULT, CONSEQUENTIALLY I’m taking tonight off. Thinking of spending the night listening to techno, drawing and going to the gym.. Because I’m fat VCE is killing me.
And that was just the beginning..
I think this weekend is going to be pretty fun, regardless of where I come in the speech competition finals. It’s either first or last since there are only two people in my division, so I’m not too fussed. Am flying up on Friday night and hopefully meeting Dan for dinner. He’s living a far way out of the city so he’ll probably crash at the hotel. He has this dry wit that I can’t help but find hilarious, like when he was making fun of CMG’s accent after The Loft and CMG just wasn’t getting that he was taking the piss. Flying back on Saturday night after the competition. It means that I won’t be able to do either shift so I’m going to be a bit f–cked for money, but I’ll survive.
Went out with Sloane last Saturday after work – I know I shouldn’t really have, but whatever. I say I went out with Sloane, because although Yusuf and Safak came as well they didn’t dance or anything. Met up with Sloane at the Colonial, but I couldn’t get in because they’ve got scanners and I didn’t have ID. Told the truth, that’ I’d lost my wallet and gave the dominatrix bouncer my best kitten eyes. Totally would’ve worked but for the stupid technology. She even went and asked the other bouncer if it was okay for me to come in anyway, and he looked at me and asked how old I was (“21..”) then said — no. The lady bouncer goes, “I’m sorry babe, I really am.” I forgive you because of your crazy strappy heels and eyeliner.
Walking back up to Swanston St. we passed two clubs, including an Asian one (Yusuf and Safak expressed some excitement at this point – probably just down at Cookie because of the disappointment) but both of them had 1am lock outs.. Lame. Ended up going to Cookie, which I guess was smarter because it’s free. But then Onur and his two mates, one of whom had this kind of surreal Turkish-Asian beauty, though he was off his face, couldn’t get in.
Sloane was already pretty buzzed but he bought me a few drinks and we danced for a while which was fun, although the music was questionable – something about, won’t you be my ladybug? When they started playing Michael Jackson we left. I mean, respect, but you know. Walked all the way to Spencer St despite waving down a number of taxis. I’m not sure what Sloane was saying, but I’m pretty sure he was just asking them if they’d take us to Spencer St. But then they’d just drive off. Finally Sloane’s like, fine, don’t take my money, and we ended up walking to the hotel. I guess they can pick and choose on Saturday nights.
Symes wasn’t there yet so we sat in the foyer waiting for him to return with the key. The night receptionist was an extremely sensitive, half-deaf old man who acted like a mix between a Hilton staff member and a bouncer. He was being nice to us until we had to sit and wait until Symes came back, at which point he got all grumpy and started going on about how we couldn’t sleep in the foyer. We’re like, we’re both squashed into one of your arm chairs in the cold air from outside instead of going up to the pre-booked room – do you think we want to be here? But he’d just kicked out another couple, I don’t know what they did, so we were polite. Bates ending up bringing back a girl so Sloane and I decided to go back to his base to crash – then realised that I didn’t have ID. Ended up crashing at my place.
The next morning Sloane was talking to Oliver and Soph, and happened to mention that we got back at a little past five – Soph goes, “No you didn’t, because you guys got back just a little after I did.. Wait. What the fuck time did I get back?” Despite being a bit of a lame night Sloane’s really funny and a nice guy, so I had fun. He said we should go hang out at his base sometime before he leaves for Sydney so I can see what it’s like.. Would be cool. Also asked if I’d like to go to his graduation ceremony. I like having guy mates.. Not only are they funny and tough, they insist on taking care of everything. They also proffer jumpers when necessary ^.^ It also means you don’t have to worry about feelings or who gets to come out or what..
Just a little bit more to get through, then there should be some epic post exam parties and the beeeaaaaacchhhh. So excited.
Lol. School’s Out for The Summer by Twisted Sister just came on shuffle.
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Ah now I don’t hardly know her
he watches again from the opposite balcony as she opens the door quietly and curls up on the radiator flick sizzle click she runs a hand through her hair searches the cloudy sky for something that shouldn’t really be there bloodshot eyes watch cars slide past she’s wondering where they’re going
where they’re from
who they picked up
why they’re out at midnight
she’s wearing jeans and a tee no she’s existing in jeans and a tee shh he watches her fumble in her pockets come up empty she crosses her arms and gazes vaguely at the blinking red warning lights she’d like to be on the plane that is avoiding them
flying away from here
burning the clouds
running on air
she’s not thinking about where she’d be going she’s past that past tense she just needs to be gone he watches the membranes burn and feels mildly lonely
mildly lucky
a little brave
mostly afraid
fireworks and she disappears as quietly as she appeared they’re both inside now sinks gurgle knowing just how easy it would be how perfect the timing is run ung cough swallow roll
but I think I could love her.
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