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Today at uni there was a blackout right after our first lecture & although I had very very good intentions of remaining there to see whether our lectures (which got cancelled) were back on or not, somehow I got tempted into leaving for home. Only, (another somehow needs to be added at this point) I didn't end up going home at all -- after catching the bus (we sat on the back seat, us cool kids; Megan, Trong, Adon & I) we got to the station, bought train tickets & etc (I owe Theresa $1.05 -- with an (undefined/possibly slightly sexual manner of) interest) said goodbye to M, got on a train... and ended up getting off at strathfield to buy tickets for the city. T had to pay for both me & A since I had absolutely no money on me (the ATMs at uni were screwed thanks to our local blackout) & we went into the city. But by the time we got there, there was nothing either of us actually had to do. (Initially T had to buy concert tickets; & we were going to stop by Myer to see Mandy Moore -- don't make that face at me!) So I called Renee and organised to meet her after her uni finished; and we wandered around for a bit. T was looking for a Transformers t-shirt but we didn't find the right one; we ended up going to some cheap CD store where I bought a Velvet Underground CD & a My Bloody Valentine one ($10 each!). I have now bought three CDs in a very small number of days. I cannot afford to go on like this, but already I am quite certain that before this weekend is over I will have bought a Pretty Girls Make Graves album (I have to at least know a respectable number of their songs before we go to the concert, after all!).
We met up with R (she does like T! I knew she would...) who intrigued the two boys with her stories of kissing girls. I got a bit of a brain freeze from my smoothie. I can't remember much about the afternoon except having to go to the bathroom at least 3 times when with R because I drank a lot of (various) liquids. (At least I didn't eat anything unhealthy or solid or both)
Then T & A went home & we went to a Starbucks and sat there while I tried to work out what the fuck is wrong with me & why am I angsting about this whole boy-thing so much? I guess something that P from high school said to me a long time ago is coming back to me now: once you've had someone to hold you; when there isn't anyone at all holding you... it feels awful. And it does, P. It feels fucking awful right now.
And I don't even understand; I'm not upset about the boy so much as about being without him. smash all boys. (I should get a badge/t-shirt that says that. "SMASH BOYS." Someone, make me a fucking tee, alright? Amy, where are you??) And again, with the boys who don't call. R's friend S has my no. but when I mentioned that to her today she shook her head and said "he's not going to call you," See? There you are. All boys are morons. I'm turning my attention to girls from now on.
(That's still only a joke, by the way.)
Also made R sit out in Hyde Park with me, her cold's probably much worse by now. All thanks to me. But I love the cold & I love the park... & the two things together was just awesome...
I have every intention of sleeping in tomorrow, my VERY FIRST FRIDAY that's COMPLETELY a day-off: no work, no uni. YAY! Finally, (finally) I can claim that
thursday is my friday .
I'm so excited, even though this whole no-shifts at work situation is going to be painful come next week. And Renee doesn't know it yet, but I've decided to go to the Powderfinger concert with her, although I don't know any Powderfinger songs besides... actually, I don't know any Powderfinger songs at all. SO THERE WE ARE. (But, Renee's coming to Pretty Girls with me. I owe her for that...)
How come the only decent people in my life that actually treat me right are girls? That's so fucked. I hate whingeing about this. But it's so damn annoying. I'm going to end up one of those secret-lesbian man-hating old women with lots of cats and a funny smell about her. SHUDDER .