“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 walkedย  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.

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In the arms of an angel

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.

Time

It’s strange how yesterday I could be thinking a few weeks into the future, and today I don’t even know what will happen tomorrow. All the scenes I’ve envisaged for my holidays now have a question mark hanging over them because I don’t know what will happen.

…I know I’m not famous for my tact or sensitivity, but I wish that this time I’d know what to say.

I remember feeling something like this right before I started MacRob. I remember clearly that school was starting on a Tuesday and a new season of the OC was starting (it was right after Marissa killed Trey, Ryan’s brother. I remember this detail because Forever Young was playing in the background of the promo) and I remember sitting in front of the TV watching the promo for the OC which would air on Tuesday night, and wondering at the fact that when the show does air, I would’ve just finished my first day at my new school. And I don’t even know why I was so worried about starting MacRob because if I think about it now, I’d be more worried returning to Brentwood. MacRob is just so full of amazing people.

Anyway, I’m just here to ponder a little bit about Time, and how so much can happen in so little, changing the course of events.

I have to go to dinner. Even though I’m not hungry. I’m never hungry when I’ve got a lot on my mind. People sometimes tell me that I watch too much TV, but the thing is TV calms me down and lets me relax. If I don’t watch TV (yes I do watch it a bit too much sometimes) then I don’t know how stressed and bitchy I’d be. People have different releases. Music, jogging, napping, mine is unfortunately TV.

De Fluffe, Out.