In These Past Few Weeks ...

I have:

1.       Dressed up in my junior uniform and revisited my childhood by playing Foil Ball on the Lowers.

That's a foil ball -- basically a ball made of the foil from our lunches because we're not organised enough to bring a real ball. :) (Photo courtesy of Carol)

2.       Danced like an idiot in the dark in the boys’ hall and lost trivia pathetically.

3.      Gone to our champagne breakfast in Moore Park West along with the police and our deputies (both decided it was too tame to bother with and left pretty much straight away).

4.      Walked into our assembly with Rebecca Black playing, before dancing like an idiot to a dubstep version of our school song, singing an abridged version of “Under the Sea”, laughing at our skit called “Finding Mimmo”, watching Anne Dao take over school captaincy and telling everyone who has skipped classes that, “If you don’t come to school to study, come for your friends!” and crying pathetically whilst attempting to sing our medley of farewell songs.

5.      Danced like an idiot on Bronte Beach with my beautiful friends as the sun went down and smashed Lox and Tersa at beach volleyball. Latian and I, we are actually amazing at beach volleyball.

6.      Spent hours and hours making our graduation video with Alex and my fair Adie.

7.      Had a bajillion class parties ... except in our last double period of advanced where we actually were lectured at for an hour and twenty minutes.

8.      Cried pathetically in modern when we talked about what we would miss at school.

9.      Sprinted through unknown Eastern suburbs streets to make sure Laurin’s door was locked and felt like a superhero.

10.   Shared the most delicious desserts with my brilliant Superprefects on Crown Street.

11.    Got to school at 7am in my pyjamas to eat croissants, receive our gorgeous yearbooks, open the letters we wrote to ourselves in year seven (I teased myself for having the HSC, which backfired splendidly, thanks 12-year-old Clare) and finally show the graduation video TWICE to many tears (NOT MINE!! I didn’t cry at all on Wednesday!) And then quickly got changed into our muck-up costumes.

Lox is the Grinch, Tara is the Reindog, Carol is the Christmas Tree and I am Cindy Lou Who from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Lox did the hair, it has a styrofoam cup underneath. Isn't it COOOOOOOL? (photo courtesy of Tara)

12.    Swum in JUB’s infinity pool in rainbow long-johns and pyjama top, before drip-drying in her apartment over-looking the Opera House.

13.   Been evacuated from JUB’s apartment due to an electrical fire, then walked around the Opera House for fifteen minutes at sunset while we waited to be let back inside, then rescued the stir-fry we had been in the middle of cooking and realised the udon was perfectly cooked. J

14.   Found Macheath from Threepenny Opera attractive with my beautiful drama class ... ability to sing and tap-dance really does excuse all criminal behaviour.

15.   Cried pathetically at Chakkers’ and Laurin’s beautiful graduation speech, felt incredibly embarrassed that our principal mentioned my year ten music performance in her speech, laughed at how cute the year seven and year eleven farewell speeches were.

16.   Graduated from school.

17.   Made a huge circle on the Lowers holding hands with the entire grade, sung the school song and sprinted into the centre of the circle for a ginormous and slightly painful 169-person group hug.

18.   Dressed up in a pretty dress, proposed a toast to our teachers that no one heard, took a million photos, signed a million yearbooks.

The beautiful Tazmunia (photo courtesy of Tara)

19.   Had D&Ms on the bus.

20.  Revisited the chocolate shop (which represents our brilliant junior years) and giggled ridiculously from sugar-shots and a chocolate overload.

21.    Made a Chocolate and Raspberry Guts Delight Cake and shivered over it at Maroubra Beach for Tararara’s 18^th party.

22.   Had it confirmed that my no-alcohol-(AT LEAST)-until-21 policy is a good idea J

So as you may be able to see, it is a bit of an anticlimax that I have found myself at home after all that with barely anything to do but study. On Friday night I even had a dream that I was at the Advanced Paper One exam and had not studied for it at all, and was trying to think up a good concept for a belonging story before I went in ... my idea was to tell the story of a conchie during WWI. I think I might try writing that, after all, it is what my subconscious has told me.

However, if there is one thing I know for sure it’s that my last weeks of school were simply AMAZING. Here is a whole lot of love and thanks to all the people that I spent them with.

Love you like brilliant times with lovely people.

x

A Conservative Dresser

I suppose you could call me a conservative dresser. (In no other way am I conservative though, oh please don’t think I’m a conservative, oh please.) But yes, when it comes to clothes, I have a simple rule that I like to follow.

Clothes go where they go. (And Supre is yucky. But that’s another story. Haha I just started two sentences in a row with ‘and’ and then ‘but’, and I do 4unit English. Don’t judge me! J)

When I say clothes go where they go, I mean, underwear is underwear. You wear it underneath your overwear. Shoes go on your feet, not on your ears. Sweaters are not dresses and so on and so forth.

Does this make me a boring person? I don’t think so. And before you start quoting the great Shirt-as-a-Skirt Incident of 2008 … remember I wore tracksuits and Kathmandu jumpers outdoors back then, and not only when overseas where nobody can recognise me. There are a whole lot of dress rules that I now adhere to unless in practical circumstances (I still believe in practicality, at least some of the time).

I once wore a pair of socks as a headband, for example, because I was going exploring down a river with some friendsies and I needed both hands free and both feet bare. So I tied my socks around my head. My hair was also kept out of my eyes. Practical? Yes.

BUT THE RULES:

1.       No male should ever wear bike shorts, regardless of whether or not they are riding a bike.

2.       Runners and stockings are yucky (they're fine by themselves, but together? Ew). That is all.

3.      No matter how big your sweater is, it should never ever be worn as a dress. (Re. CLOTHES GO WHERE THEY GO.)

4.      Leopard print hurts my eyes. That’s not really a rule. BUT IT SHOULD BE. No leopard print.

So what sparked this? Yes … I was wearing my beautiful long-johns again. When I’m at home I just wear them with a sweater, because it’s cosy and no one can see me and have their eyes hurt by my wearing-of-clothes-in-the-wrong-places. And then I had to go outside. So I put on some shorts, and suddenly the sweater became a sweater and no longer a dress, and the long-johns suddenly became underwear and no longer pants, and the world was right again.

I’m not actually very opinionated about clothes in real life, so I find myself having to exaggerate my opinions so that I can write something about it. Is there a point to all this? Quite possibly, no. The weather's lovely today, isn't it?

I just love long-johns because they make me feel like a kid. You know, how kids always wear pants like this:

That’s what I feel like. (A little kid, that is. Wearing awesome pants.)

Okay. BYE!

x  

Rainbow

I’ve got to admit, I feel actually incredibly cool right now. This is a new thing for me, I’m one of those awkward people who make jokes about politics and books and Doctor Who. Also, I am a big user of dad jokes. There are times when I’m in the middle of a conversation, I’ll say something and then follow it up with the old, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t funny at all. I am not a funny person. I should just never speak again.” But right now, I am feeling like the epitome of awesomeness.

Would you like to know why? Of course you would, it goes without saying does it not? The answer is my RAINBOW STRIPY LONG-JOHNS. They’re rainbow. And stripy. And incredibly sexy. I’m still a little tired from being friendly at the NSBHS afternoon tea, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, although a lot of people were a little iffy on its goodness. I guess I just had such low expectations, or something, that I was surprised into appreciation. But it took me almost two hours to get home, and where I live isn’t particularly dangerous or anything but walking along deserted streets in pitch darkness is not really fun. Then I got home, ate some yummy lasagne, and put on my long-johns and a bit of Blondie and now I am perfectly content/attractive.

But do you know how exhausting being a friendly person is? I mean, it’s okay with your friends, I mean it just works, you talk, you laugh, you appreciate. The second you find yourself in a group of people you don’t know, the grin becomes slightly more forced, the conversation more stilted, and you’ll do anything to avoid awkwardness. I’m not saying I don’t like new people or anything, that’s always fun. It’s just tiring is all. J I don’t really mind or anything.  I’m just saying.

Um. Soooo. What’s new with you, internet? Oh dear I am really exhausted. One day, you know, I will post a list of things that annoy me, it’s growing into a really good list, a lot of things annoy me you see. But at the same time I do appreciate everything – especially things with such a great ability to make me want to throttle them.

OH MY GOSH AND FIRST SOCCER GAME THIS WEEKEND J I am really excited. First div, that’s right, I’m pretty epic.

Right well, here’s my head: ____ here’s the ache inside it: _____ so I’m going to go to bed now. Hmm, I am so cool, 9pm on a Friday night.

Oh wow. That's all.

Love you almost as much as rainbow long-johns.

(Oh and pinch and a punch for the first day of the month :D)