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bliumchikToday my entire grade got forcibly volunteered into soliciting Red cross donations from working people in Wynyard. Having no clue where the place IS, I agreed to meet Jenny and Shelly at the bus stop at 6:40. I was woken up by them on the phone with "we're at the bus stop - where are you?" I dressed and packed (forgetting my mobile and a number of other things) in about five minutes, had no breakfast and was lifted by my dad to Kingsford, where I caught an L94 whose busdriver confirmed that yes they stop there, but no she has no idea where the red cross building is. I eventually found it on the directions of no less than five different friendly Randoms, some of whom gave extremely conflicting instructions.
Upon arrival we recieved funky red collecting buckets and reciepts which didn't get used. Nicky and I quickly found a street corner to haunt and took turns with the phrases "Donations for red cross!" and "It's for a great cause!" untill we felt like parrots. I also had the strongest temptation to start singing squirrel songs. http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html
Since we got large donations from an ex-SGHS lady (1993!!!) and an ex-North sydney guy, I have formulated the theory that people need to see something familiar to stop them. I was thinking maybe Foamy posters or random rock band signs. Nicky suggested a huge gaia avatar. See, it catches their eye, and once they stop to look at it they can't politely just walk off without donating.
Anyway, we went back for recess, which consisted of biscuits, and then decided to actually walk around going up to people and asking. I developed several witty phrases along the way, corresponding to my level of OMGUSTINGYBITCH, so my solicitation went something like: "red Cross calling! Donations for Red cRoss! It's a good cause! Every bit counts! We need your help! DONATE!! Come ON people, we're not asking for BLOOD here! Just your GODDAMN SPARE CHANGE!!!"
Along the way we ran into a bunch of Lebanese protesters with signs that said "Syria Out!" They were marching and chanting. We weren't entirely sure what they anted Syria out OF, so we asked a few passersby and got some on-the-spot political knowledge :P
We got through a bucket and a half - 125 bucks in total. Everyone else was like, 200,300,400... one group got 250 dollars from one random guy! And my feet ache. People are stingy bastards. Honestly - the amount of people who just walk past you, and turn their heads away as if to stop themselves from seeing you... or the ones that tap their pockets going "sorry no change" and I can HEAR YOUR MONEY JINGLING ASSHOLE! That's right! Cross the street so you don't have to deal with me!
Anyway, we got back, counted our money (three times in carols case, why didn't they just get a calculator honestly), recieved a voucher for a free Big mac for our trouble (ew) and were released around 2. I wandered around with an uberly chattering Shelly in search of food, and she eventually got pwned by some sushi, whereupon we headed off to the bus stop. The driver appeared to be having some kind of one man strike - well the machines weren't working. I don't know why they didnt just get a different bus. \So anyway we got a free ride home. Or we would have, if we otherwise had to pay. Which we didnt. Anyway.
Yesterday at NIDA we discovered that our teacher guy is in All saints. He's a pre-dead corpse :P but it's still pretty cool. He was zonked because he'd spent the whole day hanging in a harness between two fake lumps of concrete(which were supposed to be crushing his body beneath the waist) and moaning in pain. Apparantly theres this whole thing with how they are trying to let him talk to his wife on the phone, but if they pull him out the toxins will kill him. Yeah. I'm feeling talkative today.
You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it
was the international language of diplomacy.
It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it
is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.
You know the importance of communicating
'diplomatically', which for you means both
being polite and friendly when necessary and
using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when
appropriate. Your life is guided by either
existentialism or nihilism, depending on the
weather. You have a certain appreciation for
the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic
way of saying that you are a disgusting
hedonist. Your problem is that French has been
obsolete for a long time.
What obsolete skill are you?
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Upon arrival we recieved funky red collecting buckets and reciepts which didn't get used. Nicky and I quickly found a street corner to haunt and took turns with the phrases "Donations for red cross!" and "It's for a great cause!" untill we felt like parrots. I also had the strongest temptation to start singing squirrel songs. http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html
Since we got large donations from an ex-SGHS lady (1993!!!) and an ex-North sydney guy, I have formulated the theory that people need to see something familiar to stop them. I was thinking maybe Foamy posters or random rock band signs. Nicky suggested a huge gaia avatar. See, it catches their eye, and once they stop to look at it they can't politely just walk off without donating.
Anyway, we went back for recess, which consisted of biscuits, and then decided to actually walk around going up to people and asking. I developed several witty phrases along the way, corresponding to my level of OMGUSTINGYBITCH, so my solicitation went something like: "red Cross calling! Donations for Red cRoss! It's a good cause! Every bit counts! We need your help! DONATE!! Come ON people, we're not asking for BLOOD here! Just your GODDAMN SPARE CHANGE!!!"
Along the way we ran into a bunch of Lebanese protesters with signs that said "Syria Out!" They were marching and chanting. We weren't entirely sure what they anted Syria out OF, so we asked a few passersby and got some on-the-spot political knowledge :P
We got through a bucket and a half - 125 bucks in total. Everyone else was like, 200,300,400... one group got 250 dollars from one random guy! And my feet ache. People are stingy bastards. Honestly - the amount of people who just walk past you, and turn their heads away as if to stop themselves from seeing you... or the ones that tap their pockets going "sorry no change" and I can HEAR YOUR MONEY JINGLING ASSHOLE! That's right! Cross the street so you don't have to deal with me!
Anyway, we got back, counted our money (three times in carols case, why didn't they just get a calculator honestly), recieved a voucher for a free Big mac for our trouble (ew) and were released around 2. I wandered around with an uberly chattering Shelly in search of food, and she eventually got pwned by some sushi, whereupon we headed off to the bus stop. The driver appeared to be having some kind of one man strike - well the machines weren't working. I don't know why they didnt just get a different bus. \So anyway we got a free ride home. Or we would have, if we otherwise had to pay. Which we didnt. Anyway.
Yesterday at NIDA we discovered that our teacher guy is in All saints. He's a pre-dead corpse :P but it's still pretty cool. He was zonked because he'd spent the whole day hanging in a harness between two fake lumps of concrete(which were supposed to be crushing his body beneath the waist) and moaning in pain. Apparantly theres this whole thing with how they are trying to let him talk to his wife on the phone, but if they pull him out the toxins will kill him. Yeah. I'm feeling talkative today.
You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it
was the international language of diplomacy.
It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it
is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.
You know the importance of communicating
'diplomatically', which for you means both
being polite and friendly when necessary and
using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when
appropriate. Your life is guided by either
existentialism or nihilism, depending on the
weather. You have a certain appreciation for
the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic
way of saying that you are a disgusting
hedonist. Your problem is that French has been
obsolete for a long time.
What obsolete skill are you?
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