So two major events happened today:
1, VCE results came back and 2, I finally got out of the house again.
I guess technically my day started yesterday at 11:30 pm when I was just finishing brushing my teeth, and Carmaine called my phone, possibly waking up both my parents. I called her back, and she asked if I wanted to go out tomorrow (today).
So I woke up today at 7, and I won’t bore you with complaining about how my parents took my study score for my VET Multimedia (which was 40), and I called Carmaine to wake her up and tell her I was coming. After my parents left, I watched 2 episodes of The Office online and had a shower (forgot to close the bathroom window when I left the house, very stupid mistake that thankfully didn’t allow bad things to happen). Took the bus and at the station saw “Pooki” and “Tee Tee” (I don’t actually call him “Tee Tee” but Pooki does) and then Nat. Carmaine came and we sat in the same carriage but Pooks and Tee sat apart from us. The whole train ride was just reporting and exchanging our knowledge of other people’s scores. To respect their privacy I won’t report it here.
At Melbourne Central Nat and Carmaine took me around shopping and Carmaine got shown some makeup things and then her and Nat both bought matching rings at Diva. Miss D- randomly calls me up to congratulate me and to ask for permission to put my name on the newsletter, and all I can think about is “how did you get my number how did you get my number?”
Said bye to Nat under the Clock, met Dani, and went to Flinders Lane to try to catch a bus to Port Melbourne. Bus…didn’t come. Took a tram. Got rather lost, but was blessed with a pretty awesome stroll down Port Melb beach. Saw D.P. and Hobo at their workplace (HOLY CRAP THEY HAD DR PEPPER!), had lunch (Jalapenos on pizza (sorry can’t find the accent) which D.P. can’t say or eat) and then went down further after their lunch break finished.
We wanted to go to this warehouse sale, where they played awful music and this pregnant chick was smoking outside (Holy crap idiot). Dani and Carmaine shopped around, but didn’t buy anything. The point is, finding the warehouse was shit hard. We got off the bus, stood in front of a map (after finding the map), found “You Are Here” and then Dani proceeded to navigate. It got to the point where I had to laugh and say “three chicks navigating” because Dani was standing in front of the map with her back to it, going “Okay, so North is that way, and that’s a Post Office, and that’s a Youth Centre (Community Centre, actually) and so if we go down there…” and all the while pointing and gesturing (holy crap).
On the way to the warehouse we found an abandoned construction site and at the gate it said “please report to front office before entering” so I shouted into the site “we’re coming in!” Carmaine took some photos at the gate, and then I found a “Is Don, Is Good” sign but Dani wouldn’t take it with her (even though I suggested to change “Don” to “Dani”). We got to the warehouse…got out of the warehouse, made jokes about a large “Breathing Apparatus” that was the firetruck (holy crap that would be some bitch to carry), made jokes about a broken umbrella stuck on the fence (holy crap that was an umbrella?) and took a bus back into the CBD.
On the way back, we passed the Yarra River and Dani said “god the Yarra River is ugly” and without missing a beat I said “No that’s your reflection” (SNAP). I think we scared 2 passengers off the bus.
We got off at Bourke St, and then at that point it was a blurry mess of trams and op shops and Salvos and two hobo guys drunk and singing “I’ve been everywhere man, I been to up yer arse, pigs arse, har har har” and then we went to more factory outlets and op shops at Dani got a top and a faulty skirt and at some point I think PTSD took over and I can’t remember much until we got back to Flinders St at around 5 pm and I was so tired.
On the train home Carmaine snoozed and jerked, a lot. Sorry mate, had to put it in here. It was endearing.
I walked home after taking the bus. I am so bushed right now which is why I’m cutting what would be a long post short.
Oh oh I just remembered this one instance. We were at a shoe shop and Dani said that the clerk is a lesbian. I said “You can’t just assume that.” She took a look at her and said “Come ON!” and I said “Don’t ‘Come on’ me.” And then Dani laughed and said “haha that’s what she said”.
Ah. Ha. Ha. Ha. I had more that’s what she said moments today as well. Like Gingerbread man and how “Carmaine can’t be a gingerbread man because she doesn’t have sugary buttons on her front”.
So I came home, had a quick dinner, watched HIMYM, then I called Bee for about an hour (god I shudder at the phone bill) then called a couple more people scouting for score infos.
Okay, so even though I said I’d keep it private…
A friend of mine from Chinese school got 50 for her Chinese, RAW. RAW. RAW!
RAW! Do you have any idea how hard that is? If you did Chinese you would. But if you didn’t…it’s FUCKING HARD! It’s HOLY CRAP HARD!
Anyway, that’s it for today. Sorry I got a bit wishy washy at parts and just skimmed over bits. To everyone who I called or who told me their scores: Dudes, congrats! And even if you were one of those “I did shit” or “I am a bit disappointed” ones…if you did your best, that’s it. And if you didn’t, you still have next year to do better, and you’ll be making a harder effort, and if that was your final year: YOU FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL! You finished a whole SAGA of your life! Congratu-fucking-lations man!
I am proud of you, Princess, and of you, Crazy Ninja (HA) and of you, Euny-baby, and of you, D.P. and of EVERYONE! Gawd I…some of the scores BLEW ME AWAY! It’s like flowers suddenly blooming and showing their amazing potential. It’s so awesome to watch it. Next year, next year. /edit, and proud of you too, “Shaken, not stirred”. I can’t believe I left you out sorry honey!
Oh and congrats to my “Savage Garden” buddy (ya know who you are) for her amazing 99.35 ENTER!
De Fluffe, OUT! (And about to fall asleep)
P.S. Just did the categories and tagging. Lol that I clicked nearly every category I have.
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