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Well, I have an English assessment due next Wednesday, and a Textiles assessment due Thursday, and I'm in the mood for some procrastinatin', so gather round while I tell the tale of my day in great detail and then run screaming because I have an entire assessment to finish. I think I'll have to forego rock n' roll tonight.
CHAPTER ONE - The Petrol Station Debacle, or Why I Was Late To School Today
Dad has gone to Queensland for work for a week, so there's a spare car and I can drive to school, which means I can leave later. Normally I leave at quarter past 8, so today I left at 8.25. And realised I'd have to take a detour to put petrol in the car (there is absolutely literally nothing but trees on the direct route between my house and school, the petrol station is in the complete opposite direction). I got stuck at roadworks for 5 minutes, then behind a large van full of plants doing 60 km/h in an 80 zone, and by the time I got to the first petrol station one comes to in town, just a little one with four pumps, it was 8.35 (school starts at 8.40). So I was pretty resigned to being late. I pulled past the first pump to the second, so that someone could pull in behind me if they had to (responsible citizen that I am). The first pump had had a red sign for unleaded, and the second pump had a red sign with the letters scratched off. I assumed it was unleaded (which doesn't sound too dumb, but there was a huge sign on top of the pump saying DIESEL that I somehow missed.) Anyway, the tube that the petrol comes out of wouldn't fit in the hole in the side of the car (stop me if I'm getting too technical). I stood there for a while trying to jam it in, until the guy (who knows me well, I go to that station all the time) came to the door and yelled that it was diesel. Stupid confusing signs. By that time the three other pumps were taken, so I tried to pull out of my spot and do a loop around to wait behind someone, but at the same time a goddamn enormous Coke truck pulled in and I had to reverse back (almost into a pump, which would've ended well, I'm sure.) I managed to get turned around (after going back and forward a couple of hundred times) but I still couldn't get in line for a pump. So rather than stay and embarass myself more, I just pulled out and went to the big petrol station down the road where no one knows who I am.
CHAPTER TWO - Further Embarassment (Does "embarass" have two R's?)
I got to school at 9.00, spent 15 minutes in line at the office getting a late note, went to ten minutes of English, then went and made a fool of myself doing my Music assessment. It was a viva, so I had to actually open my mouth and make sound come out, which is never a happy experience. One particularly brilliant remark was, in answer to the question "what is the bass guitar doing in this section?" : "Playing bass notes." And for the life of me I couldn't think of anything else to say. Someone remind me why I actually chose to do this subject?
CHAPTER THREE - You'd Think I'd Know How A Bank Works, Wouldn't You?
I had to go bank some of my money and some cheques for Mum... I filled in the forms and all, then went up to the counter, where the nice lady crossed out all most of what I'd filled in and rearranged it and said "sign here... and here... and here" and I was left feeling nice and incompetent.
THEN my darling brother had left me a big green folder full of... paper... this morning with a note telling me to take it to Centrelink. So I did, and once I got there I realised I had no idea what the big green folder was for, or what I was supposed to do with it at Centrelink. I spent twenty minutes in the line looking through the folder for some clue, and decided it had something to do with Youth Allowance, but other than that I had no idea. (I also made a mental note to never work in a place such as Centrelink; the ceilings are too low, make you feel pinned down. And it's too full of the sounds of lots of people trying to be very quiet.) When I got to the counter, I handed the folder to the nice lady and looked at her helplessly. She looked through the folder and figured out what it was, then went away and photocopied everything, gave it back and pointed me kindly out the door.
CHAPTER FOUR - Poor Chickens
I got home, and the dogs came bounding up the drive to greet me. That was odd, as they were supposed to be inside. I immediately formed all sorts of crazy notions about burglars carelessly leaving the door open, and I freaked out because the dogs and chooks out all day together would certainly not be good (Nellie tends to run at them and when they go crazy Mack likes to calm them down with his teeth...). But It was okay because not only had I accidentally left the back door open for the dogs to come and go as they pleased, I'd forgotten to let the chooks out. Poor things.
Thank you for listening. Now I run screaming to do my Textiles assessment.
CHAPTER ONE - The Petrol Station Debacle, or Why I Was Late To School Today
Dad has gone to Queensland for work for a week, so there's a spare car and I can drive to school, which means I can leave later. Normally I leave at quarter past 8, so today I left at 8.25. And realised I'd have to take a detour to put petrol in the car (there is absolutely literally nothing but trees on the direct route between my house and school, the petrol station is in the complete opposite direction). I got stuck at roadworks for 5 minutes, then behind a large van full of plants doing 60 km/h in an 80 zone, and by the time I got to the first petrol station one comes to in town, just a little one with four pumps, it was 8.35 (school starts at 8.40). So I was pretty resigned to being late. I pulled past the first pump to the second, so that someone could pull in behind me if they had to (responsible citizen that I am). The first pump had had a red sign for unleaded, and the second pump had a red sign with the letters scratched off. I assumed it was unleaded (which doesn't sound too dumb, but there was a huge sign on top of the pump saying DIESEL that I somehow missed.) Anyway, the tube that the petrol comes out of wouldn't fit in the hole in the side of the car (stop me if I'm getting too technical). I stood there for a while trying to jam it in, until the guy (who knows me well, I go to that station all the time) came to the door and yelled that it was diesel. Stupid confusing signs. By that time the three other pumps were taken, so I tried to pull out of my spot and do a loop around to wait behind someone, but at the same time a goddamn enormous Coke truck pulled in and I had to reverse back (almost into a pump, which would've ended well, I'm sure.) I managed to get turned around (after going back and forward a couple of hundred times) but I still couldn't get in line for a pump. So rather than stay and embarass myself more, I just pulled out and went to the big petrol station down the road where no one knows who I am.
CHAPTER TWO - Further Embarassment (Does "embarass" have two R's?)
I got to school at 9.00, spent 15 minutes in line at the office getting a late note, went to ten minutes of English, then went and made a fool of myself doing my Music assessment. It was a viva, so I had to actually open my mouth and make sound come out, which is never a happy experience. One particularly brilliant remark was, in answer to the question "what is the bass guitar doing in this section?" : "Playing bass notes." And for the life of me I couldn't think of anything else to say. Someone remind me why I actually chose to do this subject?
CHAPTER THREE - You'd Think I'd Know How A Bank Works, Wouldn't You?
I had to go bank some of my money and some cheques for Mum... I filled in the forms and all, then went up to the counter, where the nice lady crossed out all most of what I'd filled in and rearranged it and said "sign here... and here... and here" and I was left feeling nice and incompetent.
THEN my darling brother had left me a big green folder full of... paper... this morning with a note telling me to take it to Centrelink. So I did, and once I got there I realised I had no idea what the big green folder was for, or what I was supposed to do with it at Centrelink. I spent twenty minutes in the line looking through the folder for some clue, and decided it had something to do with Youth Allowance, but other than that I had no idea. (I also made a mental note to never work in a place such as Centrelink; the ceilings are too low, make you feel pinned down. And it's too full of the sounds of lots of people trying to be very quiet.) When I got to the counter, I handed the folder to the nice lady and looked at her helplessly. She looked through the folder and figured out what it was, then went away and photocopied everything, gave it back and pointed me kindly out the door.
CHAPTER FOUR - Poor Chickens
I got home, and the dogs came bounding up the drive to greet me. That was odd, as they were supposed to be inside. I immediately formed all sorts of crazy notions about burglars carelessly leaving the door open, and I freaked out because the dogs and chooks out all day together would certainly not be good (Nellie tends to run at them and when they go crazy Mack likes to calm them down with his teeth...). But It was okay because not only had I accidentally left the back door open for the dogs to come and go as they pleased, I'd forgotten to let the chooks out. Poor things.
Thank you for listening. Now I run screaming to do my Textiles assessment.