On friday we had our history excursion. We went to a buddhist temple, where the fortunes told me I shouldn't sue anyone in the near future, and a cat ignored me mightily. Then we went to Yum Cha where I ate unidentifyable dumplings, which were good. Only i have no idea what was in them. *shrug*. The doughnutty desert sugar things were also good - although the rest of the desert cart appeared to consist of mango and mango-flavoured things. Nicky completely mangled a gristly lump of pork, and tried and failed to work her way through an entire plate of spicy squid tentacles which noone else wnated. There was a lady with a trolly of soup who kept coming round and holding up ladles full of the stuff as if it would make us actually want it. Over and over again. She became the subject of much amusment, as did hello-my-name-is-cindy in the traditional chinese dress. Then we wandered around chinatown, and went to the chinese gardens, where a baby bird had fallen out of its nest. It was soooo small and cute and fluffy and kawaaaaaaiiiiiii! (sorry, Mel, it had to be said). We didn't want to touch it cos of the smell thing, but thankfully the parents found it eventually, after several near misses with the canal.
On Saturday I went to the Russian school concert. I kinda thought I'd be the only one who showed up cos everyone else had quit earlier, but I was wrong - Stan, Sasha, Liza and Alex were there. Liza filmed people. The kiddies were cute. Then my parents dragged me off to Double Bay, where we had lunch with my aunt and some other old ladies with their lips painted on in a cafe with waaay too many "Z"s in the name. They dropped me off at Bondi Junction on the way back, but Alex had to rush off straight away to see her japanese friend or something, so Toly, Stan and Jason taught me how to play counterstrike. It was amusing.
THREE KILLS! Yeah baby, yeah. Most of it was basically just go in, look around, pick up gun, aim vaguely, die horribly. That other game wasn't much better (I forgot what it was called). Then Alex showed up and grumbled us out of webs.
Later we went to Alex's house and hung out in her park. On the way i walked into a tree, thanks to the bright idea of keeping my glasses in my shirt pocket, from which they promptly fell. However, I didn't notice this until we were on the swings, so I thought theyd fallen out there for a while. Stan and Liza got crapped on by a bird. Luckily it was just Stan's sleazy work Tshirt and he had spare ones. Liza was not so lucky. Oh yeah, she'd turned up by then. Thankfully, cos I was running out of jokes to make about the sticks the guys were sharpening with random pocket knives theyd got from nowhere.
I wrote Alex a plane letter, consisting of much rambling, and Adi turned up, and then Alex had to go to catch her plane (three weeks in America), despite Toly's efforts to prevent her from leaving by crippling her :P
We'll miss you Alex!!
The rest of us went to noodle boy and then to see a movie, which turned out to be national Treasure. Stan thought it was a cheap ripoff of DaVinci Code, but I've never read that, so that's okay. Riley is such a cool sidekick. We tried to call Avi for it, but his mobile is X_X. My dad agreed to give everyone else a lift to Liza's, and we waited outside in the dark for about fifteen minutes, so obviously there was a certain amount of spitting over the edge of the carpark. And Liza wanted back her jumper, which I'd borrowed cos my shirt was practically non-existenet, so I had to keep warm by borrowing Stan's hideously sleazy work shirt. With birdshit on it.
On Sunday I slept in. My dad decided we were going to the computer fair at the uni, cos I needed a new mouse and also RAM, and Stan called and said he was about three blocks away with about four hours to kill, so we took him along. I experienced a moment of mind-twitchingness when I saw an innuendo in a sign on a box which stan COMPLETELY FAILED TO RECOGNISE (shockhorror). No really, that is a very, very scary thing to happen.
Then Stan installed the RAM (incidentally freeing an entire herd of dust bunnies which had been captive in the depths of its case) and lo and behold, my computer is good. Or something. I still can't operate Shareaza though - when it's running in conjunction with absolutely anything else whatsoever the whole thing slows down to an evil level.
After some more emergency guitar lessons (I'm the last resort when Mick and Alex are out of town :P) and dinner (wherein I proved either my incompetence at cooking or my dad's at shopping - nuff said) Stan went off to his work christmas party, where he reports seeing his manager blush and confirmation that some guy called Paul isn't gay. Isn't that nice to know.
Nothing much happened on monday.
And now I'm at school, having a three period lunch. It's THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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