How Does It Feel To Be On Your Own?
Good evening blogbutts.
Two days until Christmas.
Yesterday, I woke up at EIGHT EFFING THIRTY and went to the Art Gallery with Jack. We looked at mucho artwork. And this hilarious movie of some guy who looked like Douglas Woods [Woods? Wood? I can't remember! It's Wood isn't it?] but with long, very side parted hair. And this man was singing along to the tune of the do dah song. You know the do dah song? Eh. He looked like he was a prisoner in a Jakarta jail, reading out a statement in front of a camera or something [in the form of the do dah song. Kind of like Substitute in Spicks and Specks!] It was very amusing, anyway. And we went to the museum, and couldn't get inside for a while because they've gone and bloody moved the entrance. And the whales no longer make noise. And there is no longer a mechanical cheetah with a moving tail. And there are no Women of the West. I felt a great sense of loss. The turtle thingo is still there though! Weird. And we did a puzzle, which was groovy. After fish and chips from the museum restaurant [which has turned asian since I was last there], we met Reuben, and hunted for a copy of Imagine in the city for a while. We then met Laura Doherty, Bridget and Kat, and other people that don't particularly like me. Haha. But Laura's boyfriend, Nick, was actually a pretty cool guy. I then departed for home. Cleaned the house. Went to the hut with Chongo. And then my family on my mum's side came over for our Christmas shindig, which we usually have on Boxing Day [but didn't this year, obviously]. It was more boring than I had expected it to be; my Uncle split from his wife so their family wasn't there, my cousin Amy is still in Switzerland, and Sean left early. I did score a beer and a HMV voucher though. Good ol' Secret Santa.
Today I woke up really late again. Hm. Called Chongo. Went to hut. Watched B and B. Guy who's buying our car [wah!] came and took it away. I was very saddened. I fucking loved that car. I'm going to fucking put a photo of it in here. Fuck. I'm going to miss it. Anywho. Wrapped some presents. Spied on my new neighbours who were kind of moving in. Was very excited and refrained from going over there and saying "HI! I'M EMMA! IT'S SO NICE TO MEET YOU! By the way, I fucking grew up in this bloody house, and if you fucking do ANYTHING to it, I WILL kill you." Mum went over earlier and invited them to the neighbourhood drinks shindig we had at our house tonight. That started about 6. It was really good. The new neighbours are pretty nice. Barbara is the 'mother' [ha], and she's really lovely. The 'dad' is Mark, and he's personality-less. Oh well. They have three daughters; Kate [14], Emily [13] and Abby [11]. So Emily is Helen's age, and Abby is Stuart's age. And Kate is not really my age, but looks older than 14 anyway. I was trying to be so nice to them but they were all really shy. So I went upstairs and sat with the 'grown-ups' and drank champagne. It was really good, I sat and talked to Tracy [who lives across the road and two houses down] about many things. We mostly complained about things. It was good. And this couple, Lauren and Graham [who moved into the house in between our new neighbours and Tracy's house in August] came, and we'd never actually properly met them before. So that was groovy. I'd seen Lauren at the bus stop before, so that was weird. But she was really, really cool. She teaches beauty therapy in the city [haha, how much of a bogan does that make her sound? Or is that just me?]. Eventually it was just us and our neighbours who live on our right, who we're friends with, but actually never see because they're insanely shy. Malcolm manages Robin's Kitchen or does something high up with them, anywho. So I talked to him about the decrease in sales of the past few years and other things that everyone else found really boring. I'm totally going to him with my Economics homework next year. He raved on about how the half a percent increase in interest rates in February completely screwed over retailers and all [less consumer confidence > less spending etc] and I actually knew what he was on about. It was quite interesting. His wife, Elana, is pregnant and looks even fatter than she usually does. I'M SO HORRID. Anyway, I'm raving.
I should go to sleep. I have to wake up at eight or something ridiculous; Helen's weird alternative friends are coming over and rampaging around. At nine o'clock. What the fuck. Stupid hippy/lefty/greeny/communists. So I can't wake up late and stumble into the rumpus room half asleep in my pyjamas with wild hair. But I shall escape to Chez Laila with Chongo, and eat yummy breakfast. Mmmmm I'm hungry just thinking about it. Mmmm. Mmmm I need food right now.
Two days until Christmas.
Yesterday, I woke up at EIGHT EFFING THIRTY and went to the Art Gallery with Jack. We looked at mucho artwork. And this hilarious movie of some guy who looked like Douglas Woods [Woods? Wood? I can't remember! It's Wood isn't it?] but with long, very side parted hair. And this man was singing along to the tune of the do dah song. You know the do dah song? Eh. He looked like he was a prisoner in a Jakarta jail, reading out a statement in front of a camera or something [in the form of the do dah song. Kind of like Substitute in Spicks and Specks!] It was very amusing, anyway. And we went to the museum, and couldn't get inside for a while because they've gone and bloody moved the entrance. And the whales no longer make noise. And there is no longer a mechanical cheetah with a moving tail. And there are no Women of the West. I felt a great sense of loss. The turtle thingo is still there though! Weird. And we did a puzzle, which was groovy. After fish and chips from the museum restaurant [which has turned asian since I was last there], we met Reuben, and hunted for a copy of Imagine in the city for a while. We then met Laura Doherty, Bridget and Kat, and other people that don't particularly like me. Haha. But Laura's boyfriend, Nick, was actually a pretty cool guy. I then departed for home. Cleaned the house. Went to the hut with Chongo. And then my family on my mum's side came over for our Christmas shindig, which we usually have on Boxing Day [but didn't this year, obviously]. It was more boring than I had expected it to be; my Uncle split from his wife so their family wasn't there, my cousin Amy is still in Switzerland, and Sean left early. I did score a beer and a HMV voucher though. Good ol' Secret Santa.
Today I woke up really late again. Hm. Called Chongo. Went to hut. Watched B and B. Guy who's buying our car [wah!] came and took it away. I was very saddened. I fucking loved that car. I'm going to fucking put a photo of it in here. Fuck. I'm going to miss it. Anywho. Wrapped some presents. Spied on my new neighbours who were kind of moving in. Was very excited and refrained from going over there and saying "HI! I'M EMMA! IT'S SO NICE TO MEET YOU! By the way, I fucking grew up in this bloody house, and if you fucking do ANYTHING to it, I WILL kill you." Mum went over earlier and invited them to the neighbourhood drinks shindig we had at our house tonight. That started about 6. It was really good. The new neighbours are pretty nice. Barbara is the 'mother' [ha], and she's really lovely. The 'dad' is Mark, and he's personality-less. Oh well. They have three daughters; Kate [14], Emily [13] and Abby [11]. So Emily is Helen's age, and Abby is Stuart's age. And Kate is not really my age, but looks older than 14 anyway. I was trying to be so nice to them but they were all really shy. So I went upstairs and sat with the 'grown-ups' and drank champagne. It was really good, I sat and talked to Tracy [who lives across the road and two houses down] about many things. We mostly complained about things. It was good. And this couple, Lauren and Graham [who moved into the house in between our new neighbours and Tracy's house in August] came, and we'd never actually properly met them before. So that was groovy. I'd seen Lauren at the bus stop before, so that was weird. But she was really, really cool. She teaches beauty therapy in the city [haha, how much of a bogan does that make her sound? Or is that just me?]. Eventually it was just us and our neighbours who live on our right, who we're friends with, but actually never see because they're insanely shy. Malcolm manages Robin's Kitchen or does something high up with them, anywho. So I talked to him about the decrease in sales of the past few years and other things that everyone else found really boring. I'm totally going to him with my Economics homework next year. He raved on about how the half a percent increase in interest rates in February completely screwed over retailers and all [less consumer confidence > less spending etc] and I actually knew what he was on about. It was quite interesting. His wife, Elana, is pregnant and looks even fatter than she usually does. I'M SO HORRID. Anyway, I'm raving.
I should go to sleep. I have to wake up at eight or something ridiculous; Helen's weird alternative friends are coming over and rampaging around. At nine o'clock. What the fuck. Stupid hippy/lefty/greeny/communists. So I can't wake up late and stumble into the rumpus room half asleep in my pyjamas with wild hair. But I shall escape to Chez Laila with Chongo, and eat yummy breakfast. Mmmmm I'm hungry just thinking about it. Mmmm. Mmmm I need food right now.