To balance out your looks

Today I went to hang out with Julia and hand in my script. The weather had said it would be a mad storm. It was raining when we met up, but not so heavily.

We went to QV (bumping into Mai on the tram) for me to run my errands. I took a while to decide between what socks to buy, and then Julia got her chocolate. We went to Melbourne Central to grab a quick lunch – she wanted pizza, but lo and behold, my influence saw her queue up for Maccas along my side.

We sat and talked for ages – fighting over who would eat the last McNugget – and it was nice to be around her for a while because we haven’t really talked properly for a long time.

To cut a long and repetitive – and in many ways personal – story short, Julia and I sat around in many different places and talked for a long time in each of these places. We covered topics that I don’t think I would have dared to start with her any other time, but for some reason today it seemed fine.

I talked to her about Mela a lot – I told her about how happy I am now. It’s nice to have someone tell you that you’re in a good and healthy relationship, confirming what you’ve come to accept.

We decided it was time to go home at around 6, and terrifyingly enough when I was on the train, the storm clouds rolled in low on the skyline. Just 10 minutes later, my train was in the midst of the storm.

Luckily, as I kept heading towards home, the rain eased – but the clouds did not. I nervously waited for my bus to arrive, and then impatiently waited for my mom to arrive to pick me up from the bus stop. The hurry, it seemed, was necessary, because not 5 minutes after I closed the front door behind me, rain started pounding down.

I’ve had a strange evening. I’m not sure what it was but it was strange, and I didn’t like it.

Anyway. Going to Mela’s house tomorrow.

Alex.

That’s so intense! 42!

Yesterday I went to Jacky’s birthday party, which is where the first part of my title comes from (explanation later) and, of course, today is 10/10/10, which is 42 in binary.

Jacky’s birthday was a last minute decision on my behalf, and it was a great decision actually! Mandy gave me a ride to Jacky’s place, and we had finger food at his really awesome house. Played pool for a bit, and then watched Annie and Anna make Jacky a last minute card. They drew Jacky is a balding man with blue eyelashes and full red lips. I gave him sleazy eyebrows.

Clare got a Blackberry! I was really excited because when she gets internet on her Blackberry I can communicate with her with the BBM.

After a while, Clare and I played on Guitar Hero, and sort of did that until Jacky came back bearing lots of pizzas. Had the pizza, then had cake! Jacky took 5 or 6 tries before he managed to blow all the candles out – especially since one re-ignited itself.

Annie and Viv C tried to smother me. Elaine did nothing to help.

Then came the tried-and-true tradition of watching Mandy be a part of Super Mario Bros. Hungy, as Luigi, felt compelled to pick up Mandy’s yellow Toad and throw it into the lava repeatedly.

Then, of course, Mandy played MarioKart. Okay, to be honest, everyone played but Mandy was the loudest and the most INTENSE player. Ad- and I probably came close to bursting a kidney laughing at her intensity. “Move over fatass!”

At a very late point in the night, when a lot of people had gone home, I left with Dorothy and Mandy. I had sore throat from laughing non-stop at Mandy’s intense MarioKart playing.

Alright, so I went to bed at 1 am, ready to pry my eyes open at 8 to meet up with Gil. (Pearl)

I got to the city at around 10:30, having stayed awake on the train with my fantastic Pokemon Yellow. I felt rather cool playing it (on the way home, an Asian guy gave me a smile of approval after seeing my Gameboy). I got to Flinders Street, to find that the crossing to Fed Square was blocked for the marathon. While waiting for Gil to come, I kept an eye out for Steven. It was really…well inspiring is an overused word but, still, you know, inspiring to see all the runners. I saw this really old grandma keep her head down and soldiering on near the end of the run. There were these two girls who dressed in angel wings (sorry I forgot to take a photo) and holding a sign that read “never ever give up”.

Of course, there are douchebags who cut across the path of the runners because they’re too lazy to go down the steps next to the station and come up from under the bridge. Two of them cut across this guy who had pulled a hamstring, and one of them said to the other one (holding a cigarette) “this is just stupid!”

When Gil arrived in her adorable gray beanie (which didn’t give her hat-hair) we went to line up for the tickets to Tim Burton. That itself took over half an hour. Still, it was really great to just chat with her about her cougar-ness. Oh yes. My friends, Gil is a cougar (she can deny it, but it’s true).

The Tim Burton exhibition made me want to just draw again. I used to draw when I’m trying to listen in class – people say I’m distracted but I pay better attention when I’m drawing – but I hardly do that anymore. I guess, though, I actually have to take notes in Uni. I dunno, maybe one day soon I’ll sit myself down away from the laptop and have a bit of a draw. Nothing as fantastically quirky as Burton’s, of course, but I can try.

The Burton version of Hansel and Gretel made Gil and me crack up – because for some reason, the witch was a man, and Hansel and Gretel were Asians in German clothing. That, and the low budget made the overall show hilariously…scary. The talking clown/gingerbread man is sure to give Gil nightmares.

After staying on our feet for nearly 90 minutes, Gil and I decided to have lunch at…Maccas. It was a good thing we went to Maccas to sit down and eat actually, because we ended up talking for about 2-3 hours about Code Geass (because that’s her obsession), Ouran Host, then somehow FRIENDS, and then Simpsons. The table next to us saw 3 different diners come and go, and we still sat there.

When, finally, at around 4, we thought we should go. Still, it was a fantastic way to spend 10/10/10, which by the way is 42, which by the way is the answer to life, universe and everything.

This is…probably not the best photo but yeah, that was the one on my phone. The ones on Pearl’s camera…is on her camera. She’s not online at the moment.

She doesn’t look 20 huh? Old ass.

Alex.

Sunshine…it pierces my soul

This won’t be a long post since mom just came home and would want the computer quite soon.

We only have internet on this computer so…don’t give me shit like “omgz but u haf 2 compz”

(I was targetting Dom…)

Anyway, today I went to the Glen to have lunch with my friends and their formal dates. I myself went alone. BECAUSE SPANNA BLEW ME OFF.

I missed the bus I planned to take and so I walked an extra 10 minutes to another bus route. I ended up beating Daniel anyway, even though I thought I’d be late.

I met Charlie and J.H., and together with Carmaine, Fel (their respective MacRob dates) and Bianca we tried to find Daniel. Stupid boy got lost. At Glen Waverley.

Went to the back food court so the girls could have Max Brenner. Yes yes I’m a girl. I went to guy Hungry Jack’s with Daniel and J.H. Charlie wouldn’t eat. Korean.

Had a really fun lunch just randomly chatting about Transformers and Emma Watson being hot. Shaz came along and at 3:25 Carmaine realized she was meant to be home, but well of course wasn’t. She was off to see a French movie with her mom. Yeehh.

Carmaine left, and Charlie, clearly feeling awkward, left as well. Then I had to go to Safeway (actually it’s Woolworths now) and so we all went out separate ways.

Not that interesting, but I had to file SOMETHING under Social Life.

Alex.

Hey sister, do you remember when?

Alright this might potentially end up pretty long.

Yesterday I went out to the city again. Unless I’m mistaken, I haven’t been to the city since probably last assembly, back in mid December.

Mom took the day off yesterday so I didn’t have to worry about busses and all that. She dropped me off at Glen station, and when she drove away I thought I’d left my mobile at home. So I was nervously waiting for D.P. to show up, and then I asked her if I could use her phone to call Mom at home. But since it takes about 10 mins to drive home, we went to the Glen and walked around, and when it was around the right time I called Mom. I asked her to search my room for my phone. She was really pissed off because it was messy and she couldn’t find the phone. Later, I found it in my bag.

D.P. and I took the train and we caught up on the way, because we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I thought you looked rather pretty yesterday! But you wouldn’t accept it. Sheesh.

We got off at Melb Central, because D.P. wanted to check if someone was working there that day. She wasn’t, but we, or rather D.P. saw a couple of Asians she knows. After that we decided to take the No 1 to Dani’s place, but just missed one, so walked down to Collins and took the 112. Arrived at her place in time to watch Andrew get beaten by “crazy dancing chick” on Tekken. We took turns playing Tekken for a while (I hate games where I don’t know the keys and have to button mash. ‘Cos D.P. owns in button mashing).

Carmaine came later on, and we took a walk around South Melb. Or, specifically, around the vicinity of Clarendon. It was windy but it was definitely fun.

After a while, we came back into the apartment. Unfortunately D.P. had to leave, which made me feel guilty for dragging her out and then hanging out with Carmaine most of the time. We played with Lysh for a while, and we watched Dani feed Slash and Kane, the two Mexican-Something-Fishes. At around six we decided to go eat dinner, and said goodbye to the two lovebirds, and Marco, and went out to Clarendon to look for something to eat. Carmaine “didn’t want anything in particular” and took that to almost literal meaning when I suggested something and she’d say no. She said she felt like pasta. We went to 2 places with Pasta. She said no. Fair enough I said no too, to one. But still.

Decided that we’d eat at DeGraves, and took the tram down into the CBD. I needed to pee (sorry, tactless, I know) so we stopped by Australia on Collins because that was the nearest toilet I remember. As we were taking the escalator down into the foodcourt, where the toilet is, we noticed Il Divo had a $10 menu. So we decided to eat there to see what it was like. That and, we’re cheap. So we ordered the food and drinks, and sat down to a really awesome meal, talking about things that we normally didn’t talk about. I learned something about her, or actually I had some things confirmed that I thought about her, and well I don’t know, Carmaine, did you learn anything about me? What I did learn was how awesome you are, and how lucky I am. I really liked that dinner, despite the dry chicken and you ordering the same dish again, because, like you said, the “company was good”.

After dinner, we decided to walk off the food. Since, as previously mentioned, I have a pretty had sense of direction, all I remember is walking down Bourke St, and hitting GPO, and then I was pretty lost until we got back onto Lonsdale. But we took some pictures, found the alleyway with the commisionned graffiti (saw an awesome Grim Reaper one), and then stumbled across a DeGraves-like alley with cafes and stuff that we thought we’d take Bee to next time (there was a hot waiter, so we figured, Thursday nights, definitely). It was a bit annoying because as we walked past, the hot waiter thought we were potential customers. Carmaine was in front so she got the “hey how are you” nice smile and by the time I walked past they figured we were useless to them, so I got the “okay whatever, move along” face. Figures. Story of my life, eh?

Got back to Melbourne Central and noticed our next train was in 28 minutes because we’d just missed one. So we decided to walk around and sit down again, and as we were walking around, we saw Dom and 2 other guys at the breaking spot. So we went up and sat down and watched them breakdance (Dom has a cool digital watch that has big numbers, so even short sighted people can see it at a glance) and Carmaine took a video on her camera of Dom breaking. But this was before we decided our train was going to be here, and we went down to the station. Only to realize we missed that train again, by moments. So we waited another half hour with Dom and the others. At some point, security was called and AGAIN we got kicked out of that place. According to Dom, though, his breaking sessions usually only end when security comes. We weren’t late for the 2nd train, at 8:30, and on the train home Carmaine did Sudoku while I sat on the floor (it was a bit busy because it was only three carriages. Imagine our surprise when we, sitting where the first carriage usually is, watched as the train stopped short 20 meters away) and dozed. Then when the person next to Carmaine left, I sat next to her, and we both played Younglife by Anberlin on our separate iPod/MP3s, “over and over again”.

Hugged her goodbye, while agreeing that an emo chick was too skinny, and realized that this was the last time I’d see her until she got back from camp (it’s like the cruise all over again) but it was somewhat dulled by the awesome wait that is SALE! Wait, not a sale, I mean the place, Sale.

Because, and this will be my early explanation, from Monday to Tuesday (considering I don’t know when I return on Tuesday) I’m going with Pure Awesomeness, Julia, Jen, Vania…and myself…to Sale. I get to go to the country! Last year Sonam, Julia, April and I were going to do the same, but even further, going to Bairnsdale, but it was cancelled. This time it’s fo’ sho’. Unfortunately I have to be at Flinders by 7:56 in the morning. Kill. Me.

On Saturday I’m going to April’s birthday “thing”. I can’t believe it’s been a year since we last went out for her birthday, to Soda Rock, and watching Hunting and Gathering, and getting April a free milkshake because it was her birthday.

I came home last night at past 9, so I was a bit lazy and didn’t email Eunice and Bee to make them laugh. Otherwise I’ve been doing really well with my resolution. I think I’ll make them laugh extra hard today. I slept at 11 because I was up talking to CJ (another mention!) and that was rather stupid of me leaving early because I ended up not falling asleep for ages. I think I’ve caught the Vania-Syndrome. Who knows. I might start calling Robert Pattionson “RPattz” soon. Ha. Fat chance. He has aids.

God it was good to get out of the house.

“Old enough to know, but too young to care.” Right, Carmaine?

Defluffe, Out.