2004-06-02 22:08:03
How to go from happy to crappy in about 6.5 seconds…
billie ann: "How did you go with your studying?"
me: "ha, that’s funny. wait. study? for what?"
billie ann: "For the test… the one we have tonight…"
me: "ha, that’s funny. wait. you are serious"
billie ann: looks at me and blinks.
me: fuck.
so somehow i survived that little mishap. but for now, let’s focus on happy.
I’m suddenly too tired to generate new sentences though so i’ll just copy directly from my journal. the real kind, with real paper. eh, i may skip a few details mostly to not bore you to death. we’ll just aim to bore you to tears for now. i guess that’s the royal we, because there is no one else here. ok, here you go, enjoy.
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Last Saturday was our harbour cruse. for joe, simon, britta’s birthdays we chartered a boat and cruised around sydney harbour for several hours and got trashed and danced around on this dodgy boat. it was one of the best nights ever. EVER. (except for the scarf incident.) there were over 50 of us on that boat. so it wasn’t too crowded but enough people to have a decent party. and it was a clear night so the views were just beautiful. ah. i love sydney. after the booze cruise we went to some bar somewhere downtown. i have no idea where we went. i just follow. moo. i somehow managed to lose everything that wasn’t attached to my body at least twice. my leather jacket, my purse and camera, and christina’s scarf. somehow all the items kept getting brought back to me - except for the scarf. i still feel awful about that. anyway i don’t know what the hell i was doing with all my stuff. what an idiot. but had fun dancing with some norwegian boy named lars and kevin. played soccer with a mackers (mcdonalds) bag on the way to the bus stop. Against all advice i’ve received since kindergarten, started talking to strangers on the bus ride home. met this guy named dave who had hurt his ankle. i told him about my scarf drama. we shared each other’s pain. the next day i met random bus boy dave at coogee beach and we had chocolate muffins and watched the waves. very nice sunday. and dave is very nice too. bonus. wouldn’t mind seeing this bloke again.
This Saturday was super fantastic girl day (which we have also named ‘the day of fried bread’)Me, Cindy, and Laura went to the Glebe Market to check out the hippies. the weather was beautiful. kind of cold sometimes but sunny and blue skies. and plenty of tie dye and incense and pretty shiny dangly things to look at. we got some kind of turkish fried bread thing with spinach and feta and beef. perfect outdoor market sitting on the steps in the sun on a pretty day type of food. after that we headed to paddy’s market for some decent boba and then i introduced them to my favorite place in sydney. that bakery in chinatown. that place is so freakin stressful but just so worth it. and they were very impressed with my knowledge of this place. 50 points to amy for showing me in the first place. so after we fought our way through the crowd, dodging hot trays of more yummy goodness, we sat on a bench eating our buns (still warm. red bean paste. custard. mmm. drool.), drinking our boba, and listening to the worst karaoke probably ever to happen on this planet. happy. oh, then got some kind of custard filled ball thing that tasted like a waffle because it was 30 cents. I felt sick. but man it was a good day.
oh no. my tummy is starting to hang out over my jeans. probably shouldn’t have another day dedicated to fried bread for a long time."
as an update, i have not had another fried bread day since then. but laura, cindy, and i declared today to be "bacon sandwiches day" and that lunch, my friends, will go down in history. i’m not exactly sure what it will go down in history as, but it is just a day that should live in infamy or at least some kind of famy.
a brief word on crappy… So tonight there was that test. yeah, that kind of sucked. tomorrow is another test. then next week i have my major project (research paper) due. on the same day as my final exam for that same class. on the same day that our lab reports are due - for that same class. on the same day that a homework assignment is due - yes, for the same fucking class. bruce (we are on a first name basis with the profs now) bruce, you are the devil.
it is going to take more than a crunchie bar to get me through this week. if you have any good ideas please let me know. i’m off to bed now.