A quick update

I haven’t blogged in a while, I know, and I feel sorta like I’m neglecting my readers.

The thing is, not much has happened in the last few days. Friday was the Yr 11 formal, and I ran around the city helping other people for their night of fun. I tend to do that a lot. Help other people in their formals.

I just put my FB settings on Pirate Language.

I am having way too much fun to keep writing here.

So I’ll be off, until I have something better to write about.

Alex.

Body Like An Hourglass

Last night was the MacRob Yr 12 Formal 2009.

I didn’t go.

What I’m going to write about is what happened BEFORE the formal, seeing as that’s all I attended.

Well, it was expected that no one would really be paying any attention in class, so Period 2 Methods didn’t even happen. There were many many Year 12s in the Common Room that period talking about the formal and hair and makeup and nail polish and strapless bras. I sat there and looked mortified. No one noticed. Phew.

Period 3 and 4 told me that I wasn’t actually on Common Room duty and therefore I played Tetris all through the first period (even beat my own personal score) and most of the second period. Jen and I went off with the bag  we later referred to as “Carmaine’s Baby” and then “The Fat Baby” at the end of Period 4.

We were at the lights outside of school, swinging Carmaine’s Fat Baby when the mother appeared. A rowdy custody battle ensued, with the aftermath being that I had to lug the CFB around the CBD.

Bid adieu to the mother at Flinders, where she was off to make herself look like a woman and we were off to do our own stuff.

Went to Coles where Jen, having lost the custody battle with me, continued arguing with me over which bread was tastier, and which Coles cake was more thoughtful. I’d personally thought the cake with Smarties on it would naturally be more pensive. We decided on that one.

Trammed to Collins/Spencer St, where Bel now resides. No one was home so we snuck in when someone came out. Sat in foyer while Jen touched her hair a lot. An- arrived to take us up. Grabbed 2 Cruiser (sp?) four-packs. I had to carry them seeing as if Jen carries them it’s illegal.

Went up Williams to Radisson, where the rest of BRuCE was going to spend the night. Gave CFB to Eunice, and headed off to Jen’s abode.

Managed to squeeze in a dozen “are we there yet?” in the 20 minute tram ride.

Arrived at Jen’s, and the two of us started on the food. I made a fairy-bread sculpture, it possibly being the most feminine thing I’ve ever done. No one ended up eating it.

Jen cut up some carrots and cucumbers, and then proceeded to hide in the bathroom while she also began to make herself appear more womanly. Taylor Swift played on the radio. I sobbed.

SonJ arrived and in a flurry of “Hi how are you ohmygosh where’s Jen” she blew into the bathroom. I did not see her until 2 hours later.

Started to blow up balloons. Failed at tying them up. Jen’s dad had to teach me twice. Started on a Cruiser. After a few gulps I decided to hell with it and sacrificed considerable blood flow to my fingertips and made 13 balloons. I tasted Latex everytime I swallowed. No, shut up. That is NOT what she said.

People continued to arrive. Ray, for one. Then Luke. The two guys helped me put up streamers.

Sonam and Tiff and Annie and all the rest of them arrived, and Jen’s bedroom became a warzone of hairspray, straighteners and Hollywood tape.

Ray, Luke and I spelt out “Happy B’Day Bel” on the window.

Awful noises started to echo from the warzone. Cries of help and sounds of mascara-ing sent chills down my spine.

Played Heart and Soul on the piano until Jen told me to shut up…for the 10th time. I suppose I should’ve pointed out that I wasn’t talking.

At 5 Bel and Julia arrived. Note I didn’t say Julinda. We had to stall Bel for a bit, but it didn’t work. So when Bel pressed the doorBel, we all ran and hid behind couches. We thought, gosh we’re smart, she’ll never see this coming.

At the door, SonJ said, “Are you ready? 3. 2. 1.”

The element of surprise was thus counted down and disappeared.

Why did I use “Body Like An Hourglass”? Because Julia figure, to paraphrase Eve, “was like an hourglass”. Indeed everyone looked magnificent, and indeed Sonam and Tiff ended up looking similar, as they do all the other times.

Carmaine and Charlie continued to not being there.

The limo arrived. It was long. Well no shit. And Blue. Ah that one’s new. People started running around with a definite hint of headless chicken likeness. Well, I should specify the girls were doing that. The guys sat at the kitchen table in a more or less statue fashion.

I played “Somewhere Only We Know” on the guitar for a bit.

Then came the photos.

Oh the photos.

Oh the stress of said photos.

Everyone had a camera. Considering that “everyone” consisted of more than 2 people, and I have exactly 2 hands, I became a hanger for cameras as pictures were demanded.

20 minutes later pictures were actually taken. People had stayed in one spot long enough.

C+C finally became there, just in time for taller C to use the bathroom. People lined up and “THREE! TWO! ONE!” the flash went off, forever immortalizing the group of mature looking guys, and slightly hysterical looking but nonetheless BEAUTIFUL girls.

Everyone posed in front of the limo. More pictures were taken. I felt a bit pimpish having my photo taken with many different people. I felt a lot short next to the heeled Carmaine.

Took a ride with Carmaine’s parents home, saving me a cold public transportation journey. Arrived home in time to eat a quick dinner and watch ‘Til Death. Then watched The Big Bang Theory until bed time, which was around when the Formal was ending.

And so I end. I have decided to hell with fully structured sentences. They’re boring anyway.

Alex.

Update on that thing I wrote before…

So my parents had said yes, which was a big deal as it is.

Got all happy and shit, so called a bunch of people.

Bee called me up just a bit before with some bad news: apparently can’t have more than the allocated number of people in a room, it’s AGAINST THE LAW.

So what now?

I want to go so much.

Alex.

Your face is the structure of In the Lake of the Woods!

Today in English we taught Miss A- the technicalities behind “your face” insults.

She didn’t get it, at first. So I had to demonstrate:

A: I think it’s just weird.

Me: Your face is weird!

A: But it’s not very witty.

Me: Your face isn’t very witty!

And so on.

So when she left the classroom, “Starsky” had the genius idea to change the essay topic we were analysing which was something like “The structure of ITLOW asserts the narrator’s belief that there is no one truth” to “YOUR FACE IS THE STRUCTURE OF ITLOW! Discuss.”

I went home with Fel today, but not before going to Melb Central so I can get some earrings. Dom and Er- (I don’t know how to spell his name so I’m just guessing) came along and sort of hung out with us. I felt bad because I made Dom go all the way from State just so he could watch me pick out earrings, follow me to the bathroom (but not INTO the bathroom) where I washed off the hearts on my hand (it was a Social Service stunt which actually was sort of fun) and then followed us back up to Maccas. Oh and Fel and I tried out the demo of the NDSi camera and took various shots of our faces distorted or morphed together and colored weirdly. It was freaking awesome!

On the train ride home Fel and I argued the whole way. I told Fel she should be ashamed that she’s not taking Awkward Boy to the Formal. Fel argued that she shouldn’t feel guilty or ashamed. It went on for an entire train ride, and there was a white middle-aged guy sitting near us who was smiling and laughing the whole time.

I’ve got my Methods SAC starting tomorrow, and an English SAC next week that I haven’t started preparing properly for. I made a new friend in Legal today/yesterday, a Yr 11. Quite nice. Very sick (not in the…er…fully sick sort of way, but she actually had a nasty cold).

The Social Service stunt that I mentioned earlier was basically to get everyone to compliment someone and draw a heart on their face/hand. Jen went up to Sonam with “you have glasses”. Tiff got two “you’re really lame”. And I got one for “you have small hands”.

Alex.

Comfortable silence

Before I explain my title…

Last night I borrowed Jo’s Facebook password (much to the distain of Jess since she’s been trying to convince me to get Facebook and my wanting to see formal pictures was one of her greatest leverages) and I found a bunch of pictures of my beloveds.

After talking to Cat- today about the masses of AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL photographs I saw, and how “I have hot friends!” her reply was:

“Yeah, formal does that to people.”

Also, I’ve changed at the last minute my topic for my Legal Studies essay. So after I post this I am going to haul ass and finish my Proposal, and then work on my essay.

Alright, so, the comfortable silence bit.

Carmaine and I don’t talk much on MSN (nor the phone, but that was one medium I gave up on because we just text when we have to) and sometimes when she’s on I would pester her to talk to me. I asked her why she doesn’t want to talk to me online and she replied that it was because she didn’t have anything to say, and she didn’t mind just sitting there in comfortable silence, just having the other’s presence around. It was the same when we’re in person sometimes (except I can’t off the top of my head at the moment remember any conversation we had when we were in person, where we were in comfortable silence and then slip into casual talk). I don’t notice it as much when we’re in person because she’s usually sitting right there so her physical presense I am ware of, but online it’s different, of course.

Anyway, I do have a point. Today Ev- skipped Maths and we sat together just outside the school hanging out and talking. Except (partly because of a small headache as a residue reminder of my flu and partly because of lack of topics) she kept on asking me to talk talk talk. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t mind, and I always thought of something to say, something to ask her about. But her wanting to keep the conversation going just reminded me of how much I want to keep talking to Carmaine online. The thing is, with Ev- it didn’t really matter that I didn’t talk much to her because I just liked sitting there in her presence and relaxing. So it’s the same deal with Carmaine. I don’t have to keep talking to let her know that I’m still existing, and unless there’s something to talk about then why keep trying?

Of course I know the difference between a good silence and a bad silence, so I won’t keep my trap shut at the wrong times!

So that’s my blog for today. I haven’t become a better person per se (or as Stoner put it “per say”) but I think I’m just less annoying now. Haha…ha..eh…

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. I have 5 Minutes To Midnight stuck in my head and Carmaine is talking about organizing a party for NY. Hehe. It’s just kind of fitting.

“And when the clock strikes twelve
Will you find another boy to go and kiss and tell?
Cause you know I never will
I think we should strike a match
We’ll hold it to the wind to and see how long it lasts
We can make the time stand still.”

5 Minutes To Midnight – Boys Like Girls

A.Ha.I.Told.You.

I feel bad to gloat but I seriously KNEW something like this was gonna happen and now I want to KILL HIM for making it come true! What a dickhead.

I had a pretty good day today. I met a cool chick called Carmen in my Chinese class (newcomer) and she was quite nice and easy to get along with. I felt bad though, because I didn’t talk to Ev- nor Mi- much and I think they felt neglected (as much as Ev- tried to assure me otherwise.) but next week I will make it up to them.

No idea how but maybe my presence alone is enough. Oh how narcissistic of me.

How fitting, don’t you think? Down to the scale, too!

Not much to write about today. Just the gloat, the negligence (sounds like my Legal project, WHICH I STILL HAVEN’T STARTED!) and the book.

Oh, and I said this, but…

Eunice, Carmaine, Bee, it will almost tangibly hurts me to think about how amazing, stunning (lol not slutty) and BEAUTIFUL you three will look for the formal, and to realize I can’t see you in person. (Yes I know what a stupid thing to say, why don’t I just come?? No…) So you must promise to take a LOT of photographs. I will miss you that night. It will feel like I’ve left a good half of me somewhere else.

But, but but, Sonam, Vania, don’t get too mad, I will have fun with you guys too! Wow how awkward…

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. Can you guess yet?

So I says to him I says…

I am sitting in my Eng Lang class, and And- did’t show up, so we’re just sitting here with a sub who won’t let us leave. Yet.

Carmaine and Eunice are in the next classroom, in English. It’s such a lazy and bright day.

I hate that summer is creeping up. I hate the warm weather. Mostly I hate sweating. And I do a LOT of that.

Yesterday on the train we started discussing New Year’s. Carmaine will be on a cruise from 18th of Dec to just before New Year’s, so she’ll be away for Christmas (unfortunately) but she’ll be back for 2009. I really don’t want to have to spend another NYE with my parents pushing me to go to bed, and then finally sitting there in the most unenthusiastic countdown you can imagine, and then going to bed after a few minutes of the fireworks.

I want to be in the city, or at a party, or somewhere where everyone else is excited! And then we count down from 10, and it feels like we’ve achieved something when New Year’s comes.

While it goes without saying that my parents most likely wouldn’t let me sleep over at anyone’s place NYE (original rule PLUS the whole “spend time with your family” crap they spine every year) I stll think it would be pretty dandy to count down to the new year with BRuCE. While Bee and I were pretty interested in booking a hotel room for that one night, and then going to the city for the big countdown, Carmaine was a bit more iffy, saying that the city is full of drunks and idiots on that night. Fair enough, but it’s the spirit. But anyway, it would be really expensive so for now we’re just dreamin’.

Speaking of the family crap I was talking about…

Sometimes I wish I can just shut myself up, or go back a few seconds and literally CLAMP MY MOUTH SHUT because sometimes I say the most insensitive things. I was just saying how I can’t stand another NY with my parents, Bee said quietly, “well I don’t think I will do anything with you guys on NYE because I want to spend it with my dad.” And that moment I wish I can just cut my own tongue out because I was just idiotic. Or when I complain about my mom to April, I think aboutit afterwards and honestly I am an ASSHOLE.

Happier topic…

Today I had a double free and I forgot to bring my DS so while in the first period I did Japanese homework (read: copied it off April) I didn’t have ANYTHING to do 2nd period. It was quite sad. Without my DS, who am I?

April was quite gleeful at my downfall.

Carmaine gave me a really really really tight hug today; I think I have bruising on my ribs. But but, of course as always it was well worth it.

Carmaine and I asked Bee what the Cold War was. For ages Bee thought we were joking, but, honestly, neither of us knew what the Cold War is. Apparently, it was Russia v USA in nuclear or something war, and it was “cold” because neither party were near each other.

I might write a bit more later when I get home. School blocks funnyjunk.com so I will post up some funny pictures when I can get to them. Besides, there’s a whole train ride during which something can happen that’ll make me wanna write about.

As a final note: Today I didn’t see Dani at all. Thursdays she has a double free at the end of the day so usually she goes home, and in the morning I didn’t see her. It doesn’t mean she’s not here but the possibilty of that is quite likely as well.

On the formal night (for everyone else. Haha rumor has it that we are the formal-boycott group) Sonam, April, Ti-, Vania and apparently 2 others are NOT going, and we’re seeing Persepolis or Tropical Thunder, and then eating at Achelya’s. I might find their restaurant site, but the point is April works at Achelya’s (unfortunately, that very night, so only other of us are eating) and we want to meet Kitchen Boy (read her blog).

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. I love You, from “Ley” apparently. I wrote “Lex” in a note for Carmaine but didn’t cross the “x” properly and it read Ley.