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WHY. WHY OCELOTS DOES MY LIFE HAVE SO VERY MUCH LESBIAN SUBTEXT? IS THE UNIVERSE TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING?
So today was the last day of year eleven (insert here obligatory wibble of omg only one year of school left). Diana, Mel and I each had different exams in the morning, so we decided to go out for lunch afterwards. We were also going to watch The Devil Wears Prada, but somehow that never ended up happening.
The drama theory exam, by the way, was absolutely ridiculous. 70 minutes for ten marks. Two essay, worth five marks each. What the hell. We were sharing the hall with Textiles and Latin examinees. One of the latin kids fell asleep on her desk. Mel was doing textiles (she brought an outfit for Ruxi to wear to animania on the weekend. IT HAD KNEELESS PANTS WHUT. KNEES!) and Diana was doing Chinese in a different room. HAnyway.
As a refresher course for those of you who do not follow the soap opera of Maggie's Life, Mel and Diana are my RL slash fangirl community. Mel ships Snarry and Di ships Drarry.
Mel was at first reluctant to go as she had no money, but Diana was determined to shout her, so she was over-ruled. There were jokes about it being a date, and I cheerfully accepted the role of third wheel. Then we caught the bus to the city, discussing fanfic alll the way, much to the discomfiture of variou random bus people, especially when Mel insisted on using code. Blue strawberries. Yes.
The showing of the movie was at 1:30, and it was like eleven, so we wandered around the food court and ended up with italian. By which I mean that Mel and I had tiny pizzas and Diana had lasagne. Whoo, adventurous we. Diana went all nostalgic and reminded us of the good old Debating days when we were up against those complete morons from Sydney Tech who didn't know what the Security Council was, didn't know we had a free trade agreement with the USA and concluded that we can't have one with China because that would make us multicultural. And when I first came up with Mr Rembsen's Leetle Swedish Flag (and I still thought his name was Ramson...).
Then we bought crepes and suggestively fed each other strawberries and ice-cream while playing the Sexual Innuendo Game and giggling like lunatics.
Say what?
Well, we still had heaps of time before the movie started. So we went to this bizarrely OMG ORANGE AND GREEN crepe place in Chinatown. We got two crepes to share between the three of us. Black sesame icecream is for the win. On the way there we were discussing Diana's parents and how they promised to give her a house when she goes to uni, and Mel repeated her proposal to marry Di for her money. Then Diana said "What about Maggie?" and I said, "Well, it's sort of like when people pair off Hermione with either Ron or Harry, what happens to the other one. But when it's Ron/Hermione it's usually Harry/Draco, so you guys can be Ron and Hermione, and I'll go find a Draco. Only you have to let me crash at your place when I forget to pay my rent."
So we got the crepes, and Diana and Mel were feeding each other and giggling about various fanfics they've read in which Harry and Draco do that, because, I don't know, something. And then they tried to feed me both at once and it got kind of messy. But Diana insists that were we a real lesbian threesome the spilled ice-cream would have been licked off, instead of "bugger, pass a tissue". I don't remember why we started playing the Game, but suffice to say one should never ask Mel about tongs. We then decided that we would be a Platonic Lesbian Threesome. I'm not sure how we came to call it the Annual Lesbian Club, but it was agreed that we shall meet like this again at some point, because it was hilarious fun.
Anyway, I rather think we traumatised the poor crepe girl, some random Chinese people and an entire Starbucks, which is where we went afterwards. Mel and Diana shared an iced coffee, but I'm a tea fanatic. There we continued our extremely suspicious discussion, in which Mel uttered the immortal sentence "Heterosexuality is over-rated." There was a pause, and then she said "But I'm not like, coming out or anything." And we were like "...by this do you mean you're not coming out YET?" and she said "THERE IS NO CLOSET."
The whole conversation was punctuated by numerous freudian slips and various things that your average Starbucks patron probably didn't want to hear. Also I managed to burn myself with tea, despite the large and environmentally friendly cardboard insulating thingy which proudly proclaimed that the beverage is hot. We also agreed that next time we must choose a different Starbucks to traumatise. If we do it fortnightly, we might get through the whole city by the time we finish year twelve!
By this point it was quarter past one and we couldn't be bothered getting out of our comfy armchairs and watching a movie, so we just hung around a bit more. Mel left, citing utter exhaustion, and Diana played with my hair while we eavesdropped on the people at the next table. The guy was being very self-important and going on about "transfer the money to Beijing... business... money... because I had business in Beijing... money... in Beijing..." and this was amusing. By that point we were both too droopy to have any more slashy discussions, I think we actually fell asleep for a bit. Diana, in her sleepiness, started stroking my neck. I was like "Are you... stroking my neck?" and she mumbled "I am? I guess it's cos I've got a cat at home... so I'm used to stroking things..." and went back to sleep. After we decided we should probably go, because we'd spent way too much time in Starbucks, she was like "...wait. Was I just stroking your neck?" And I said "Uh, yeah." And she paused for a bit and then said "I have a cat." and I said "Yeah, you mentioned."
On reflection we decided that it was hilarious and moved on to conversations about "This one time at band camp" type stories, before realising we were pretty much lost. But we ended up on Elizabeth street, so I had a bus stop, and Diana had a train station, albeit the WRONG train station, but trains are trains, and everything in the city goes everywhere else in the city, so whatever.
I conclude. Whoah, hey Aslan, didn't see you there mate.
So today was the last day of year eleven (insert here obligatory wibble of omg only one year of school left). Diana, Mel and I each had different exams in the morning, so we decided to go out for lunch afterwards. We were also going to watch The Devil Wears Prada, but somehow that never ended up happening.
The drama theory exam, by the way, was absolutely ridiculous. 70 minutes for ten marks. Two essay, worth five marks each. What the hell. We were sharing the hall with Textiles and Latin examinees. One of the latin kids fell asleep on her desk. Mel was doing textiles (she brought an outfit for Ruxi to wear to animania on the weekend. IT HAD KNEELESS PANTS WHUT. KNEES!) and Diana was doing Chinese in a different room. HAnyway.
As a refresher course for those of you who do not follow the soap opera of Maggie's Life, Mel and Diana are my RL slash fangirl community. Mel ships Snarry and Di ships Drarry.
Mel was at first reluctant to go as she had no money, but Diana was determined to shout her, so she was over-ruled. There were jokes about it being a date, and I cheerfully accepted the role of third wheel. Then we caught the bus to the city, discussing fanfic alll the way, much to the discomfiture of variou random bus people, especially when Mel insisted on using code. Blue strawberries. Yes.
The showing of the movie was at 1:30, and it was like eleven, so we wandered around the food court and ended up with italian. By which I mean that Mel and I had tiny pizzas and Diana had lasagne. Whoo, adventurous we. Diana went all nostalgic and reminded us of the good old Debating days when we were up against those complete morons from Sydney Tech who didn't know what the Security Council was, didn't know we had a free trade agreement with the USA and concluded that we can't have one with China because that would make us multicultural. And when I first came up with Mr Rembsen's Leetle Swedish Flag (and I still thought his name was Ramson...).
Then we bought crepes and suggestively fed each other strawberries and ice-cream while playing the Sexual Innuendo Game and giggling like lunatics.
Say what?
Well, we still had heaps of time before the movie started. So we went to this bizarrely OMG ORANGE AND GREEN crepe place in Chinatown. We got two crepes to share between the three of us. Black sesame icecream is for the win. On the way there we were discussing Diana's parents and how they promised to give her a house when she goes to uni, and Mel repeated her proposal to marry Di for her money. Then Diana said "What about Maggie?" and I said, "Well, it's sort of like when people pair off Hermione with either Ron or Harry, what happens to the other one. But when it's Ron/Hermione it's usually Harry/Draco, so you guys can be Ron and Hermione, and I'll go find a Draco. Only you have to let me crash at your place when I forget to pay my rent."
So we got the crepes, and Diana and Mel were feeding each other and giggling about various fanfics they've read in which Harry and Draco do that, because, I don't know, something. And then they tried to feed me both at once and it got kind of messy. But Diana insists that were we a real lesbian threesome the spilled ice-cream would have been licked off, instead of "bugger, pass a tissue". I don't remember why we started playing the Game, but suffice to say one should never ask Mel about tongs. We then decided that we would be a Platonic Lesbian Threesome. I'm not sure how we came to call it the Annual Lesbian Club, but it was agreed that we shall meet like this again at some point, because it was hilarious fun.
Anyway, I rather think we traumatised the poor crepe girl, some random Chinese people and an entire Starbucks, which is where we went afterwards. Mel and Diana shared an iced coffee, but I'm a tea fanatic. There we continued our extremely suspicious discussion, in which Mel uttered the immortal sentence "Heterosexuality is over-rated." There was a pause, and then she said "But I'm not like, coming out or anything." And we were like "...by this do you mean you're not coming out YET?" and she said "THERE IS NO CLOSET."
The whole conversation was punctuated by numerous freudian slips and various things that your average Starbucks patron probably didn't want to hear. Also I managed to burn myself with tea, despite the large and environmentally friendly cardboard insulating thingy which proudly proclaimed that the beverage is hot. We also agreed that next time we must choose a different Starbucks to traumatise. If we do it fortnightly, we might get through the whole city by the time we finish year twelve!
By this point it was quarter past one and we couldn't be bothered getting out of our comfy armchairs and watching a movie, so we just hung around a bit more. Mel left, citing utter exhaustion, and Diana played with my hair while we eavesdropped on the people at the next table. The guy was being very self-important and going on about "transfer the money to Beijing... business... money... because I had business in Beijing... money... in Beijing..." and this was amusing. By that point we were both too droopy to have any more slashy discussions, I think we actually fell asleep for a bit. Diana, in her sleepiness, started stroking my neck. I was like "Are you... stroking my neck?" and she mumbled "I am? I guess it's cos I've got a cat at home... so I'm used to stroking things..." and went back to sleep. After we decided we should probably go, because we'd spent way too much time in Starbucks, she was like "...wait. Was I just stroking your neck?" And I said "Uh, yeah." And she paused for a bit and then said "I have a cat." and I said "Yeah, you mentioned."
On reflection we decided that it was hilarious and moved on to conversations about "This one time at band camp" type stories, before realising we were pretty much lost. But we ended up on Elizabeth street, so I had a bus stop, and Diana had a train station, albeit the WRONG train station, but trains are trains, and everything in the city goes everywhere else in the city, so whatever.
I conclude. Whoah, hey Aslan, didn't see you there mate.
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