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perfect matches and perfect answers
First, there was Barry, who I dumped shortly after my 21st birthday. He made me drive backwards in figure-eights around a carpark, the day after I'd just been to see The Vines at the Enmore. Then there was Saroj, who I also said goodbye to, because she yelled at me too much, and kept trying to make me tell her my problems while I was trying to learn how to drive. So today I met my new driving instructor, Mario. And the verdict? I think that he is the best teacher, EVER! He didn't yell at me at all, plus he didn't talk about anything weird. I'm going to try so hard to get my P's now that I've finished uni. I had a bit of an outburst the other day...I was sitting quietly at dinner with my parents, when all of a sudden, I had to let them know how I felt: "I have to learn how to drive, I can't take it any longer! It was cute when I was eighteen, but now I'm almost twenty-two, and I don't know how to drive, and I can't go out at night, and I have to walk everywhere! You have to teach me how to drive! YOU HAVE TO! Please! Please! Please!" My parents then looked a little stunned, and my dad said, "Of course I'll teach you how to drive. You just need to tell me when you want to, and take a few proper lessons first." Problem solved!
And what can I say about the weekend? The term "hens' night" always strikes fear into my heart. This is probably because the last hens' night I went to was for my friend Emily Clutterham. Her bridesmaid Jennifer (who I had the pleasure of discussing many important teenage matters with in high school, such as leg shaving vs. leg waxing) thought that it would be a good idea to embarrass not only the bride, but the rest of the hens as well. So I spent that night handcuffed to my friend Kara and another girl, running around the city in combat gear, trying to find clues that Jen had hidden everywhere and take photos with the disposable cameras she'd provided as well. Hence, it was with not a little trepidation that I arrived at my friend Theresa's hens' night. Of course, it is an honour to be called anyone's hen- Theresa and I had spent many a day talking over our boy woes, so it is more than lovely to see her engaged. Thankfully, this time I was not embarrassed- but poor Theresa! To be forced to stand on the steps at Cockle Bay, wearing a veil made of orange bag netting, and a necklace made of prunes, and a Hawaiian skirt! To have your dearest female friends stand around and jeer as you play "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on the recorder! To have strangers make rude jokes as you make balloon animals! Poor, dear Theresa- my heart did go out to her in her mortification.
On Saturday night, my dear Mel from church had her twenty-first-and-a-half birthday party. We were warned on the invitation that "there will be dancing...", and dancing there was! I was very glad. It seems that people don't dance at parties anymore, unless they're drunk, which is such a shame. My buddies at Mel's party were wonderful sports and danced while they were sober- and what fun it was! I heard some magical words from the DJ boy in this brief but marvellous exchange:
Carla: (after a lot of bad R&B is played) "Do you have anything by The White Stripes?"
DJ boy: "No. But do you want some Beyonce?"
Carla: "YES PLEASE!"
And here's what you've all been waiting for...the summary of the season! Hurrah, it's the first day of Summer! I must eat an ice-cream to celebrate. Summer days are coming already...I spent last night sitting on the front steps of my house with Zachary, reading and knitting and playing games. He's so sweet...if it wasn't for my baby brother, I would never kick a soccer ball with anyone. Because it's soooooo scary!
SPRING '03
*"Love is Elementary", of course *People actually liking my illustrations *More boy decisions, yet still no boy *"The Gilmore Girls" *Being way too busy than is healthy *Making my record of the longest time I've gone with minimal sleep: 3 days *Having the guts to talk to boys again *Cutting my hair again- I'm Delta Goodrem! Though not intentionally, of course *Being a folky singer-songwriter (though I was supposed to be a rock star) *The punky weekend look *Getting ready to change churches...again *Slowly trying to be more sociable *So many of my things breaking *Doing lots of design and illustration work for friends *The gothic fairy look *Helping my engaged friends with wedding stuff *Rain, rain, rain *Weird hot days *Yay, junk food! *Hot pink Converse hi-tops *Thirsty Merc, Frente, Stacie Orrico, Josie and the Pussycats ("Hot, sweet, super-cool, dontcha know these kitties rule?), and yes, Australian Idol *Trying to be a normal human being, and not a crazed final year design student, or a crazed anything, really *The major project getting out of control, and God bringing it all under control again *P.G. Wodehouse- I'd be in love with Bertie Wooster if he wasn't so daft *"I Capture the Castle", by Dodie Smith- definitely in love with Stephen *Having a day job *Trying to sleep in *Trying to be a better friend *Looking foward to summer and the end of the year |