Alright, I actually HAVE MATERIAL! I went out today. I hadn’t gone out in a bit.
Today Bianca and I went to the city. We invited Eunice. She didn’t come, because she’d wanted to relax at home. Carmaine had to study for her Geography (very hardworking) and Shaz came, but later.
So, why not. Let’s recount my WHOLE day. Seeing as Eunice mentioned that reading my blog keeps her in the loop. And, it was an interesting day so it’s not too bad a read. I’ll spruce it up.
The planned train was the 8:51 but I arrived an hour early to a) run errands and b) let Mom get to work on time. It was chilly (“crisp, refreshing”) so I ran my errands, and then decided to get an apple pie from McDonalds. The McDonalds in The Glen didn’t open for breakfast (as Shaz would say – I have her voice in my head right now – “Gaaaay”) so I walked out to the McDonalds on High Street. For those who know that area, you’d think, “all that for an apple pie?” Yes, and in the end I got a Hash Brown. I walked past Baker’s Delight on my way back to the station, and decided to get Bianca an Apple Scroll. I didn’t see her eat it all day so I don’t know, is it good?
We took the train to the city. Bee called Eunice, and I talked to her. I told her off, because she was meant to text me her decision. She replied, “Oh I think I forgot to text.” I growled “Well of course you forgot to text.”
We listened to a Gotcha Call on the train, laughing like idiots – at least I was – and when we arrived at the city we went straight to school. Har. Har. Bee borrowed and returned some books, and I did some blackmarket business for my textbooks, and we headed back into the CBD. We went to Oxfam, which was in the Walk Arcade. It took us ages to find it because we walked along the wrong side of Lt Collins (I even ended up asking those Melbourne Embassadors in red for directions. Bee looked very annoyed because, of course, the guy treated us like tourists.) At Oxfam, there was a small drum where, when you shake it, these little attachments will bang the drum. I love those. So I said to Bee, as she was paying, “Hey, Bee, look at these little drums. When you shake them, they make a noise. Oh and look there’s a gong. Do you like gongs?” After I left Oxfam, it occured to me that perhaps I looked like Bee’s retard friend. I sure as hell sounded like one. It didn’t help with the fact that I’d lost sight of Bee for a second in the shop and started saying aloud, “Where’s my friend? Where’s my friend?”
After leaving Oxfam we went in search for Journal Cafe and City Library. We didn’t find it. We asked for directions but we didn’t find it. We were given directions to the State Library MANY times.
Giving up our fruitless search – it was getting hot, anyway – we walked back to Flinders Station (passed a hardcore goth guy who WASN’T melting in the sun) to meet Shaz. I was worried about BIanca because she has a dodgy ankle and shouldn’t be walking too much. I kept on fussing over her, which would be annoying I know but, it’s me. Shaz knew where City Library was, and we found Journal right next to it. We didn’t manage to find Journal before because, my luck, we’d faced the other way when we got onto Flinders Lane so we just missed it. Shaz stayed for a drink at Journal, then left and Bee and I had lunch – toasted sandwiches hurt when the crust is super hard. And it was super hard, dammit. We sat there for maybe half an hour, 45 mins, just talking. We found a campaign for Lord Mayor, Catherine Ng. Well, needless to say we all thought it said “another name” (censoring) and so we took a campaign and tried to cross out Catherine and put in that other name. We left the campaign at Journal, unfortunately.
After paying, I decided it would be nice to go to Southbank and sit around. We took the tram down to the Art Centre where a lot of primary school kids were having an excursion (therefore Bee felt obliged to aww and ooh over them) and walked down to Southbank. We got gelati – Bee reminded me to grab extra serviettes because the last time she saw me eat an ice cream I was drinking and wearing it – and ate it while having a chat. A blonde lady – chick? I dunno she’s still young enough for me to call her a chick but old enough that it might be an insult – sat on the same bench as us and I’m pretty sure if she ever sees us again she’d be cracking a smile. We talked about rather dumb things. For example, there were these Private School girls going around the city in uniformed gaggles, as some sort of City Experience. I suggested loudly that we follow one of the groups and see if they notice. Bee said no.
After finishing the ice cream we crossed the bridge (hahahahahaha I won’t post what you told me, Bee, but I still laugh when I think about it) and found a bench on the station side of the river.
And that was the best part of my day. We sat there for 2 hours, chatting idly, rating the joggers as they went past (we saw more than a necessary share of manboobs, and there were 2 ladies wearing skirts – pencil? – with a slit that I’m guessing was meant to go up the side but since they were “jogging” the skirt shifted and the slit went up the back to…you guessed it…and why the HELL do you wear skirts when you jog?) and we also saw a dog with sunnies on. We played I-Spy (Bee spied something starting with “c”, as in “cracks in the ground”. W. T. F.) and then around the end we started playing Truth or Truth. And it was strange, new, but in a way relieving to be playing Truth or Truth with someone who I’m not even worried what question they’d ask. Well in the end she didn’t ask me any really big ones. Carmaine texted and I called her, and I asked, “Do you want to speak to Bee?” and at the same time both Bee and Carmaine said, “No that’s okay”.
Bee left at 3 to meet her mom, and I found Sharoan (it was stinking hot and I HATED IT). Sharoan went back to school to collect a few books, and we took the packed and delayed 3:55 home together. A stoner guy got on at Holmesglen and started talking to another guy, who, after the stoner had left, turned out not to have known the stoner at all.
And, see, 1000-odd words, and I didn’t even blog about anything deep. Just a recount of my day. It was a good day. It was good to be out, despite the weather.
I can’t wait ’til Thursday. And now Friday too.
De Fluffe, Out.