my week (let me show you it)
Dec. 22nd, 2008 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikArgh, okay. Hi guys. *looks sheepish* Let's just pretend it's last Wednesday and I am posting about my hilarious outings instead of cowering in the kitchen listening to my mother's thoughts on yaoi.
Now, to elaborate upon my clever haiku! On Monday (remember, we're still pretending that was two days ago) I went down to my old high school (I love that I can call it "old" now) for a little farewell event. Five of our teachers were retiring in the kind of mass exodus from the workforce that everybody is carefully watching the Baby Boomers for while mumbling worriedly about the economy. Not that many people had apparently got the message, because it was a baker's dozen of girls from my grade and a handful of older ones gathered in the staff common room wearing name tags and eating tiny sandwiches. The teachers proudly announced their plans for the future (travel, catching up on stacks of unread books, community organizing, more travel possibly involving spelunking and light teaching duties at UNSW, respectively) before asking us to go around and tell them what we're up to. I blathered on about writing for a bit and Doc Vazza proudly (well, smugly) reminded me of the little bookshelf full of alumni's published work, and said she expects to see my name there soon, so no pressure or anything.
I caught up with Chloe and Nicky, there was photography and the three of us wandered around the school for a bit to say hi to our old teachers that WEREN'T leaving. I didn't manage to find my math and history teachers but I talked to my old drama teacher, waved at my English teacher in passing (and briefly forgot her name, oh dear), and then we hung around to chat with Nicky and Chloe's English teacher and his current year twelve class about Sydney Boys and Twilight. Also I lost the little plush scythe off my fluffy Death keyring :(
Then we went to the city to hang out in food courts and heckle Supre. The latter was hilarious fun, seriously, we found the weirdest shit in there. Misplaced polka dots and lycra and ridiculous colours, and a top that would pretty much guarantee your boobs falling out of it except that it was too small to fit anyone who was old enough to have any. Numerous shirts that made my extremely campy male alter ego squee and some pants with squiggly patterns on that I think I wore when I was eight. The employees sort of glared at us a bit.
Tuesday uh I mean yesterday... I mean... okay, fine, last Tuesday was my run-around-UNSW-with-concurrent-study-forms day. I was meant to be accompanied by Stan, who also had forms to run around with, but who came down with a cold. Luckily my let's-procrastinate-on-starting-a-band friend Lily had business in the area, so I stuck around with her instead. We got Easyway and wandered down to the bicycle shop to pick up a unicycle that her friends bought her. For her birthday. Five months ago. Luckily it was, you know, still there, so we wheeled it awkwardly down the road and made camp on a UNSW lawn with the unicycle and Lily's guitar. Our jamming session was brought up short by the realisation that neither of us had brought any notes or remembered any of the same songs, so there was a detour to the computers, which was probably the first time the Law library had entertained students carrying a guitar and a unicycle. I posited that people who were weird enough to own a unicycle probably had a higher likelihood of also owning a guitar, so the odds were probably not much worse than for the unicycle alone. Then we played some Alkaline Trio (successfully) and some My Chemical Romance (not so successfully because it's really hard to imitate somebody else's atonal screaming noises, and that song can't really be done without those) and some Panic at the Disco (Northern Downpour - we had to transpose it up like five semitones before my throat stopped clogging up). Then some of Lily's friends showed up and tried out the unicycle (we collectively failed it, obvsly) and then we went and did things with forms that I should have known were too simple - it later turned out I still have to get my academic transcripts and bring them in.
Aaand that's my late post. Happy Chrismukkah.
Now, to elaborate upon my clever haiku! On Monday (remember, we're still pretending that was two days ago) I went down to my old high school (I love that I can call it "old" now) for a little farewell event. Five of our teachers were retiring in the kind of mass exodus from the workforce that everybody is carefully watching the Baby Boomers for while mumbling worriedly about the economy. Not that many people had apparently got the message, because it was a baker's dozen of girls from my grade and a handful of older ones gathered in the staff common room wearing name tags and eating tiny sandwiches. The teachers proudly announced their plans for the future (travel, catching up on stacks of unread books, community organizing, more travel possibly involving spelunking and light teaching duties at UNSW, respectively) before asking us to go around and tell them what we're up to. I blathered on about writing for a bit and Doc Vazza proudly (well, smugly) reminded me of the little bookshelf full of alumni's published work, and said she expects to see my name there soon, so no pressure or anything.
I caught up with Chloe and Nicky, there was photography and the three of us wandered around the school for a bit to say hi to our old teachers that WEREN'T leaving. I didn't manage to find my math and history teachers but I talked to my old drama teacher, waved at my English teacher in passing (and briefly forgot her name, oh dear), and then we hung around to chat with Nicky and Chloe's English teacher and his current year twelve class about Sydney Boys and Twilight. Also I lost the little plush scythe off my fluffy Death keyring :(
Then we went to the city to hang out in food courts and heckle Supre. The latter was hilarious fun, seriously, we found the weirdest shit in there. Misplaced polka dots and lycra and ridiculous colours, and a top that would pretty much guarantee your boobs falling out of it except that it was too small to fit anyone who was old enough to have any. Numerous shirts that made my extremely campy male alter ego squee and some pants with squiggly patterns on that I think I wore when I was eight. The employees sort of glared at us a bit.
Tuesday uh I mean yesterday... I mean... okay, fine, last Tuesday was my run-around-UNSW-with-concurrent-study-forms day. I was meant to be accompanied by Stan, who also had forms to run around with, but who came down with a cold. Luckily my let's-procrastinate-on-starting-a-band friend Lily had business in the area, so I stuck around with her instead. We got Easyway and wandered down to the bicycle shop to pick up a unicycle that her friends bought her. For her birthday. Five months ago. Luckily it was, you know, still there, so we wheeled it awkwardly down the road and made camp on a UNSW lawn with the unicycle and Lily's guitar. Our jamming session was brought up short by the realisation that neither of us had brought any notes or remembered any of the same songs, so there was a detour to the computers, which was probably the first time the Law library had entertained students carrying a guitar and a unicycle. I posited that people who were weird enough to own a unicycle probably had a higher likelihood of also owning a guitar, so the odds were probably not much worse than for the unicycle alone. Then we played some Alkaline Trio (successfully) and some My Chemical Romance (not so successfully because it's really hard to imitate somebody else's atonal screaming noises, and that song can't really be done without those) and some Panic at the Disco (Northern Downpour - we had to transpose it up like five semitones before my throat stopped clogging up). Then some of Lily's friends showed up and tried out the unicycle (we collectively failed it, obvsly) and then we went and did things with forms that I should have known were too simple - it later turned out I still have to get my academic transcripts and bring them in.
Aaand that's my late post. Happy Chrismukkah.
