The Thunder Of Guns Tore Me Apart

…You’ve been…THUNDERSTRUCK!

Last night (or very early this morning) was the best way to greet us into Halloween 2009.

Just before midnight, (well it would be much earlier but I only noticed it as I was getting ready for bed) a ferocious rain started pelting outside my windows, so hard that my mom was worried some windows would be shattered. I replaced my toothbrush in the glass, and a momentary flash of cold blue cut itself into the warm glow of my bathroom. I looked up in time to hear a deep rumble announce itself outside the window. I quickly washed my face, excited about what must be going on outside, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I drew open my curtains, and turned off the lights. I was suddenly grateful that my bedroom had a view over most of Wheelers Hill and Mulgrave.

Another split second of brilliant cobalt revealed the sky to be filled with storm clouds. The rain was violently lashing itself against my windows, angry that its natural ferocity would be thwarted by a pane of human glass. The thunder became more volatile, ripping itself from the sky instead of allowing itself to rumble quietly. I picked up my mobile phone and texted Carmaine, Catherine, Eunice, Jade, anyone who I thought would be watching the show. I was half right, only Catherine and Eunice were enjoying the spectacle Mother Nature had given. I looked at the time, 12:02. Happy Halloween, She was saying. And don’t forget who’s boss.

I was on the phone with Catherine for a couple of minutes, just silence, static and the occasional “WOW!” emitted from me when an especially glorious fork slashed through the clouds. Then I was on the phone with Eunice who lives closer to me, and there was one time when two flashes came very close to each other, and at the same time both of us yelled in excitement. Eunice was annoyed that she hasn’t yet seen an actual lightning strike, just flashes, but after I hung up on her she texted me to say that she has, and it had made her day just a little bit more complete.

I sat there for almost another hour, willing Mother Nature to please, one more big one, just give me one more big lightning strike and I’m happy. The rain had ceased, respectful of the attention that Mother Nature required for her show, and somewhere in the distance a wail of siren sounded before quietening again.

People say that when there’s a thunderstorm, it’s the skies being angry. But it didn’t feel like anger last night, just a reminder of the awesome power that nature holds.

It felt peaceful.

(Probably not for whomever the siren was aimed towards.)

Alex.

Squish & Ko

Okay, so, what to say?

Today was the last day of Term 1. Thank GOD! It hasn’t been a long term exactly (not like last year’s Term 2 which decided to run a marathon of 12 weeks) but for a number of reasons – one of which is the mere fact that we’re in Yr 12 – it has been very very tiring.

Carmaine was sick last night – fever, I heard – so today she wasn’t there in the morning. I got a bit “grumpy” on the way to school and went ahead on the trams with Annie. My “grumpiness” is frequenting itself of late. I don’t know why.

I skipped Methods today. Oh before that, Shaz came back from her bout of Glandular. Anyway, I skipped Methods today under the false pretense (for future notes) that Est- was feeling like throwing up, which she was pretty close to.

In the double free – the official double free – I kind of slothed over the couch in the Common Room and had a small nap with Cath and Jennie (each of whom groped me at least once). Skipped lunch, groaned through Legal – Sho- gave us chocolate! Major shock – and went home at the start of Period 6 in the pouring rain, crashing thunder and very promiscuous lightning (think about it).

Look, it’s actually pretty late (for me) and I’ve had a long-ish sort of day. I’ll blog the rest of what happened today as well as an explanation for my blog title tomorrow.

Take care of yourselves; there’s a bug going around and it’s having babies on everyone.

Alex.

“That one there makes a triangle…”

Today is Dani’s 17th birthday so everyone, go on her blog on my blogroll (Danse Macabre) and shout out a happy birthday to her!

Yesterday, to celebrate, I took her out to the city. Except it was 33 degrees and the pollen count was apparently high. So she had hayfever, as well as the start of a cold, and it was hot.

I took a very early train, and met up with her at Southern Cross. We went to Crown, where she had Maccas for breakfast (boo for your cholestrole) and we walked  to this place which sold icecream (thinking back, all we did was go from one food location to another). It was just past 9 in the morning and we’d started eating ice cream. Then, with nothing to do, and lots of time, we went down to Galactic Circus.

They’d just opened for the day. In the sense that when Dani was eating Maccas it was still closed. And they were testing out the machines to see if they were all functional. That meant that nearly every machine with tickets had two or three ticket poking out of them. So Dani and I spent maybe $10 (was it?) in 20c coins, went to all those machines, and got about 259 tickets, 50 of those had to be “free tickets”. There was a whack-a-hippo game where one of the hippo’s head was cracked. I’d hate to have been around the person who did that.

We were late to our movie, which was Sex Drive, a teen movie. We sat down, and there was one other white guy in the audience two rows behind us. What a premier for the movie. But the thing is, while not being particularly deep or substantial, and being rather predictable, it was funny, touching, and it had Fall Out Boy in it. And they made fun of the Armish (sp? You know the people who don’t believe in technology). Even though Poor Dani was sniffing throughout the whole thing from her cold, I think she managed to enjoy the movie. I laughed particularly hard when, at the end, the protagonist Ian was in his Donut suit (he works in a donut shop and it’s a mascot) and the police came as Ian was holding a gun to the guy who was trying to steal his brother’s car, which Ian stole. The police tried to taser Ian but the suit was made from foam so nothing happened, then the police tried to capsicum spray him but the cop pointed the spray in the wrong direction and sprayed himself in the eyes.

I love slapstick shit like that.

After the movie we took a tram back to Dani’s apartment, where I nearly fell on some poor lady sitting down, due to the tram’s breaking (Dani laughed and called it Karma just because I said it was Karma that made her have a cold) and one someone’s Nokia ringtone went off…

Marco, Dani and I went to Nandos for lunch. I had the extra hot chilli sauce, and Dani had ketchup (weeeeeeak) and she ate more chicken than I did which is good because I wanted her to get nice and fat. Like Gretel from Hansel and Gretel. Because then I could “eat her”. I forgot to call Jen to tell her I couldn’t make Strings rehearsal (not that I planned to in the first place). We went back to her apartment where she and I napped (I tried to nap but I don’t sleep well in heat and someone else’s bed). She took some cold pills and got a bit mental. Actually that part was great. You should see Dani when she’s gotten a bit funny from cold medicine. Dani had stuck glow in the dark stars onto the mattress of the bunk above her, and we layed there trying to find shapes in the stars, and we found a lobster, and “that one there makes a triangle…”

After spending 2-3 hours just lying around (and yes Dani, I agree, we should spend more time while we can, just lazing around not actually doing anything but just enjoying each other’s presence. I did that with Bee and with you, and it was probably more relaxing than going to places and doing stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I still think bowling would kick ass) we got up, and Dani went to have dinner at this place on Clarendon (didn’t catch the name) and I had to leave halfway to go to the MIddle School Soiree.

That went well, despite being a huge waste of time. Unlike the Senior School Soiree (haha D.P.) we didn’t stuff up and everyone heard us (plus Mr Male my teacher played with us, and we were in the theatre). When we were waiting outside for our piece to start, Jen and I were sitting on the picnic table and it must’ve been maybe 6:45 – 7, because literally in 1 second, the heat was gone and the cool change settled in. I blinked and the weather changed. It was gorgeous. Fat, wet-smelling raindrops, the cool air that dried the stickiness off me, just running around the courtyard going for a drink and letting off pent up energy…on the way home I was at Domain Interchange and two druggies stood too close to me for comfort, so, ditching all efforts to be subtle, I moved to stand closer to this Asian family – it was Information Night for next year’s Year 9’s. Missed a train so had to wait another 30 minutes for the next one, dozed on the train, came home and just crashed.

But of course it was well worth it. I’d rather spend a whole 24 hours without sleep and with my friends than spend half a day at home by myself. I got up at 12 to text Dani happy birthday – a la me – and at past 6 a tremendous crack of thunder woke me up. I was a bit awake because the lightning flash had gone through my closed eyes, and then CCCRRKK-BOOOOM and then Bee called me while I was drifting back to sleep. She asked if the electricity had gone out at my place. I rolled out of bed, went to the light switch, flipped it on, looked around, flipped it off, crashed back into bed and said, “no the light still goes on”. After that i couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried, so I got up and here I am.

The rain is nice. I wish I could go have a walk in it but it’s actually rather cold.

De Fluffe, Out.