My Stockings Are The Colour of Envy

I had the funniest weekend EVAR.

So, I wake up on Saturday morning, go about my arghwtfwhymustthesunrise routine, when suddenly I notice that the throbbing in my eardrums is strangely tuneful. What is this, I ask? Am I finally going CRAZZEY and developing a beat in my head? Alas, no mental ward for poor Maggie, it was just the bass from the music ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE PARK reaching through my CLOSED WINDOWS to go dun-dun-dunanana-dun DUN in my HEAD (so I'm not insane. Dagnabbit.)

Anyway, I pulled some clothes on and wandered out, half awake, to see what was going on, when - BOOM. I walked straight into a fair. I was like... ... ... ... ... ...wtf? So I wandered around a bit, looking at the goats and the jumping castle and the shiney things in stalls and the twelve yearolds playing Nirvana. Then I saw a guy from the Shack with a bunch of people, wandered up to say hi, and started talking in my usual way only more so due to shock and lack of sleepeys. All the randoms just kind of looked at me. Then he said "Don't worry, I know her, you don't" and they all breathed a sigh of relief. Heh. I'd like to do that to a group of strangers, just wander up as if I know them ^_^ because freaking people out is fun.

I wandered around a bit more... it was so surreal. I mean how often do you wake up to a fair outside your door? It was like it would vanish if I blinked. So I got a tattoo.

A temporary one. It's a peace sign ^_^ and it was a bit of a ripoff, but you know, that evening I looked out the window and everything was GONE, so it's kind of like a physical remnant of a dream... okay enough bullshit now.

I studied for science a little and then went to see the Interpreter with Avi and his mate Gideon, who was annoying. I can't really say he talked too much because I talk more than that, but the thing is he's intensely right wing and SO SO REPETITIVE. He brings up irrelevant political stuff even when it's perfectly obvious that nobody gives a damn, and there's no REASON to talk about politics anyway. The movie rocked though. Why are these movies about African genocides always so AMAZING? I expect it'll get cliche in a few years... heh, we'll be able to tell future generations that we watched African genocide movies before they became outdated ^_^ oh and when Nicole Kidman wears glasses and looks down her nose at you she bears a strange resemblance to that bishie adjudicator from a few weeks ago... O_o

Today I dropped in on Jess's birthday at Maroubra beach before work. I stood around the skate park for about ten minutes going um where is everybody and cursing my phone for having no batteries, and then wandered around till I found Jess like ALL THE WAY OVER THERE. I was the first one to arrive, and was introduced to her copious nieces and nephews. Everyone else arrived, and bread and strange dips were profferred as Jess's parents and some random Japanese people argued about barbeques. We played Tetherball (well, Jess and her eldest nephew played tetherball - the rest of us got pwnz0rred by a tennis ball on a string) and Liza and Alex arrived an hour and a half late. I was mildly confused by the tea thermos and was made fun of for this by Sasha. One of Jess's school people (or possibly a Habo person) put about four spoons of coffee into half a cup of water, dumped in half the tin of sugar and then said "Hmmm... I thought I'd like coffee, but I don't." Then she gave it to someone else, who looked at it suspiciously. I'm not sure who ended up drinking it, or whether it was drunk. Speaking of suspicious liquids, the bubbler was full of something white with black bits floating in it.

I left just as a soccer game was starting to catch my bus to work. Shack/fair guy (whose name temporarily escapes me but may possibly be Matt) skated up. The bus did not. For another ten minutes. Naturally I was somewhat pissed off as I was meant to ALREADY BE AT EASTGARDENS when the bus arrived. The bus was crowded with maroubra kids. When we finally got there I practically ran through Eastgardens, only to discover, when I ducked into a bathroom to change... A LINE. Occupied by a woman in a green sweater who looked bored and a fat one who was jiggling. I asked if I could go ahead because changing = fast. Green lady said yes, fat lady said "well actually I've been waiting here for ages". So, alright. The woman with the kid finally comes out - the people who've been in the other two cubicles for however long do not. Fat lady goes in. What seems an unnessecarily long time later, fat lady comes out. Other two people do not. They hadn't come out by the time I left, either. Not sure WHAT they were doing in there.

Anyway, I got to work and, after a small fit of hysterics, proceeded as normal. Towards the end of the shift Agatha noticed my tattoo. "What's that?" She said, suspiciously. "A peace sign." I innocently replied. She said nothing.

While taking the rubbish to the shute with Siobhan (who had about seven people ask her how to pronounce her name today - damn nametags) I ran into Liza waiting for her dad. Damn those fathers, always late. Mine was too, and there was no convenient milk box to sit on. When he did arrive it turned out that mum wanted us to buy me stockings for school. So my aching feet had to trek up two escalators to Big W (closed) and back down to Coles. There we found the extremely odd Hosiery section. This deserves a line break.

I walked along the row, reading out the colours (since we annoyingly need dark brown).

Me: Hmm... black, beige, beige, navy, tan, beige, Glaze Average, Envy X-tall... that's a colour?
Dad: Looks black to me.
Me: Well obviously it's NOT, because it's ENVY. And envy is green. Nyer.
Dad: Well you know back in Russia we had a saying...
Me: Lust Average, Lust Tall, Sin Average, beige, beige, Nubeige, beige, Midnight, hang on... NUbeige? What is that, the new AND IMPROVED beige? Midnight, almost black, Charm X-Tall, Crystal... huh, that looks beige to me... or even NUbeige... navy, dark navy, misted navy... WTF that isn't a colour... how do you mist navy?
Dad: What have they missed?
Me: Art class, apparantly.

Now, I just have to say - WTF? Since when are Lust, Envy and Sin colours? And why are they all black? Well, maybe back in the Soviet Union, where black envies YOU! but around here envy is GREEN. Or possibly Nubeige. I mean, what is that? Is it like, beige TO THE EXTREME? Pain old beige isn't COOL enough for you? And Almost Black i can understand if there's actually a difference between it and black, but why Midnight? Oh, sorry, I forgot, dark blue isn't HARDCORE enough, no, what the market really wants is GOTHIC-POSEUR stockings. Honestly. This is like... if these stockings were people they'd be wearing more Mascara and eyeliner than Ms Rankin, and hanging out in basements textaing their nails black and arguing over who gets to call themselves Desdemona.

That is all.

When I got home I was informed by my mother that my baby brother had molested a dog today. Oh, fun. That dog must-ve been surprised - it's getting a nice backrub from a toddler, it rolls over and BAM - he goes STRAIGHT for the balls. Ah, the joy of anklebiters.

I'm gonna go to sleep now. I think I'll leave a notebvook beside my bed so my dreams don't slip away - I'm sure last nights would have been interesting, if I could REMEMBER it... I was talking to someone in a swimming pool, I know that. Bah. Tomorrow's exams are the last - science and PD. The hard one and the bludge - how fitting. I think we've had about two PD lessons this year. Iiiiiit's BS time! And cheesecake ^_^