| 7:18p |
nearly at the finish line...
It's the day before my project is due, and I've just finished printing out the cover of my book. I should be feeling really happy, but I just feel pretty blah instead. I've been so tired lately. Yesterday, I went in to uni to print something, and as soon as I came home, I had to go to bed. I think that I'll feel better once I hand the book in tomorrow. I picked up my book from the binders today- it looks so pretty! I showed Derrick and my mum, and they liked it.
Today was pretty busy. Rachel and I had lunch together, which was really nice. Rach is such a superstar- she's always so tactful, and yet is so down-to-earth and fun at the same time. We saw our friend Sarah, who works in the Markets building bar, and she gave us a piece of some of those infamous donuts. Someone had given her a whole boxful!
Anyway, after lunch with Rachy, I dashed home to design a new cover for my book, because the one I designed before was too small. Plus, it was glossy, and the glossiness made it look pretty tacky. So I race in the door, and I'm like, "Mum, hi, yeah you can look at my book, but I'm really really busy, I'm so stressed out!" Then the phone rings, and it's my pal Marylea, who does the fashion degree at UTS. She wanted to know where Quark 5 was in the VisCom computers. Unfortunately, I didn't have the answers for her. So I keep designing, and I think to myself, "If anyone calls again, I'm not picking up the phone." Then the phone rings again, and of course I pick it up- what if it was someone in an emergency situation or something? And who was on the other end of the line? Why, one of my bestest buddies from high school, Sami Findley! I hadn't spoken to her since I saw her at the Rose Seidler House Fifties Fair, and what's a girl to do when someone she's been friends with for ten years gives her a buzz? So I'm chatting away as I design, when Sam says, "I feel so terrible, because I called you with an ulterior motive." She's so funny- she doesn't say, "Can I ask you a favour, best friend from high school?" She's like, "I'm evil, I'm evil, I'm pure EVIL!" instead! I can't say no to anything that Samantha asked me- she's always been such a good friend. She came over to my house the day before my jaw surgery two years ago, plus she helped me through all of my "Why am I the only girl in year nine without a boyfriend?" adolescent woes. I thought that Sami would want me to draw some pictures or take some photos (as many wonderful people do at the moment), but instead, she wanted to interview me! Hurrah! She's writing an article about the Noise festival for a New Zealand pop culture mag called "Pulp", and she remembered that I was part of the last Noise festival. I'm not part of it this year- I was too busy writing and illustrating my book- but I love talking about my work, and I love being interviewed. So, in true superstar style, I let Sam interview me with less than a day before my project was due. Being interviewed was trickier than I thought it would be. Of course, I intended to come up with incredibly articulate and insightful answers, but I think that I just ended up sounding rather breathless and awestruck, and I probably came out with too many cliches. I don't mind, though. It's all nice.
Anyway, the story continues...during the interview, mum and Zac come home. I'm trying to think of responses for Sam while Zac yells at me, "You said 'shut up'! You said 'damn it'! I'm telling!" Finally I finish the interview and my cover design, and then Derrick comes home with his new funky hairstyle. So of course, I pause to admire it as he opens to door for me. I run to the bus stop while trying to eat a honey sandwich at the same time. Then my bus to the train station breaks down in the middle of this really busy road. My bus driver with purple nail polish then lets us out to cross the intersection.
And everything was okay after that...I printed out my cover, saw a few friends and thought about going for a little walk by the harbour by myself. Gosh, I hate feeling stressed!
Before I sign out, I have to tell you that last night was a really nice night. I went to my friend Luke's old place, and heard Malcolm (the guy who runs FEVA) give a talk on having commitment and passion as a Christian. It was a really inspiring talk. Everyone in FEVA is so nice- as soon as I walked in the door, all of these people cried, "Carla!" and I was hugged and kissed and complimented on my new outfit. Those guys rock. Lucky for me, Luke's parents rock, too...I spilt creaming soda on their nice rug three times. And Luke's dancing mum made BUTTERFLY CAKES as well! |