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Well, hey, I’m amazing but my awesomeness runs out at some point.

I don’t know why I thought I would do homework this morning. I should…but I can’t seem to find the…ceebness. I still have tomorrow morning a bit, and also tomorrow evening.

Anyway, I was going to write an extremely long blog about yesterday. But firstly, that takes too long and my fingers are cold, and secondly, I can’t recall a lot. NO Not because I got drunk, I know that what you all thought, but simply because all the good moments got smooshed together.

In a nutshell, yesterday was my last day as a kid. Carmaine and I (and Nat, but I spent most of the day with the Carminator) went to SonJ’s lunch at La Porchetta’s near QV Market. Dom came along, and so did Jen and ASH (met him met him. And he reads this. So HI ASH!) and Jack was there too.

Nat and Emily got lost. Yeah. Trust? Yeah…

April went with a guy called Si. Apparently I wasn’t meant to ask about him. He blogrolled me so…hi?

We ate, and we chatted and had heaps of fun. I owned Carmaine in iPhone hockey. Then, as SonJ was cutting the cake, she got me to go up. I don’t know why I didn’t tweak because the next thing I knew she got everyone to sing happy birthday to me too. How embarrassing.

Carmaine wanted a picture of Bel and Julia (it’s weird, but I think it’s best if I start phasing out Julinda now…yeah a variety of reasons but mostly because they don’t like it). They wouldn’t co-operate. So Carmaine calls out “JULINDA!”

Julia turned around. “Yea-DAMMIT!”

That happened again later on. I said if she responds to it 3 times it’s official. But she didn’t respond to it the third time.

We left at around 3 because Bianca was at Melb Central waiting for us. The four of us (Nat included, sorry) took the train back, and of course we talked about the formal. Ehh.

Excellent call of the morning? Dom was eating something and said “I was going to spit it out but then I swallowed it.” I followed with, “that’s what she said.”

WIN!

After that, I went home for a bit until it was time to go to Korean BBQ which I booked under Bee’s name. The boss got confused when my parents came to pay. They thought Bee was their daughter. And that wouldn’t make sense. Bee’s Goan. I’m Chinese. Even if you don’t know what Goan is it’s not Chinese at all.

Picked Bee up from her place. Got to the restaurant and we got the Karaoke room for freeeee! Four Seasons at Glen Waverley is AWESOME! Bee and I tried to figure out how to turn the machine on, pressing all the buttons (oh and before I forget. Carmaine says later “I like pushing your buttons.” I asked her if she knew what it meant. Her expression said no.) until the boss came up and told us the thing wasn’t on at the power switch.

Eunice arrived. She looked stunning yesterday. Did something special with her hair I think, and WOO! What a stunner. Yes I’m trying to embarrass you.

Annie arrived after yelling at me over the phone because SHE GOT THE ADDRESS WRONG AND NOT ME.

Charlie was downstairs, and I forgot to tell Annie that because she skitzed, wanting to see Charlie. I know that sounds a bit iffy. Whatever. I don’t take responsibilities after the way Annie yelled at me to go downstairs with her to see Charlie.

Fel arrived after that, and rather flamboyantly hugged me happy birthday. I pulled the trump card on her when I wanted something a certain way and she didn’t, and it was my birthday (the next day) so I won.

Carmaine was late by 20 minutes. I had to say it, sorry! Not that I minded. It’s a thing that you do now. It’s your thing.

Carmaine had her fringe all pinned up. I suppose to see it you’d have to go on Facebook when she has uploaded all her pictures.

Now, Carmaine also knew Charlie was downstairs, and at some point early on she thought Charlie had walked past our room to the bathroom. She proceeded to wait outside the bathroom to say hi to him. After 10 minutes she realized/decided the guy who walked past…wasn’t Charlie.

So we sang and we ate, and Eunice and Annie cooked most of the stuff. It was so good! Fel and Eunice did an amazing harmony duet to “I Believe I Can Fly” and Bee and Fel sang the Titanic song twice.

Eunice and I belted out “Dont’ Wanna Miss A Thing” at the end of the night. The restaurant was closing down and we were still singing. Mom and dad got annoyed waiting.

I now have a jacket and a shirt that smells beautifully of meat and kimchi.

Call of the night:

While singing Beyonce, Carmaine said to Bee, “Bee you sing it. You’re black!”

WIN!

Went to sleep, and when I kept on being woken up by well-wishers around midnight, I put my phone on silent.

Today I’m off to Jenny’s 18th. I think the irony is pretty obvious but I couldn’t care less. I’m going to have a lot of fun, dammit.

Alex.

A “HOLY CRAP!” Day

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”.

A-nyway.

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.