Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

Reward if found: two lovestruck twenty-somethings with bad profiles
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At my 21st birthday party- two and a half long years ago- my friends from high school made a speech. They said that I was characterised by the phases that I went through: my beatnik intellectual phase, my Ally McBeal phase (I am so like her, only Asian- tripping all over the place and being neurotic), my Shakespeare phase, my maths-is-great phase, my brown eyeshadow phase. Everything that they said was true. The month of June saw me through my noodles-in-soup phase, my meat pie phase and my pancake phase- and that was only food! At the moment, with this blog, I think I am going through a paragraphs-with-headings phase...

PORTRAITS
Geoff and I were romping about Chinatown on Friday night, looking for a decent feed, when we came across a dude who did old-fashioned black-and-white profile cuttings. One mere glance in his direction set the man off on a spiel: "I cut your portait. Only two dollars. One minute. Two dollars. The two of you in the same picture. One minute. Two dollars. Come on!" As Geoff and I never turn down a good excuse for posing, we happily showed our insistent friend our profiles. He snipped away at some black sticky plastic. I tried to watch him, only he kept making me look away. Heaps of people came by and stared at us. Surely enough, the man declared, "One minute!", and he was done. He stuck the bits of black sticky plastic on a piece of cardboard that he had already signed. He held the piece of cardboard up and waved it about in a smooth arc for the crowd to see. I thanked the man nicely, and Geoff and I were on our way. Unfortunately, after Geoff and I had walked beyond hearing distance from the man, we burst out with comments such as, "This is crap!", "We don't look anything like that!", "My nose isn't that big!", and "He didn't even look at my hair properly!" But for two dollars, what can you expect? At least it gave us a laugh...

WHAT DID YOU DO ON THE WEEKEND?
Some couples spend their spare time rock climbing. Others go to film festivals. Me and Geoff? We spend a lot of our time at weddings and engagement parties (and no, not our own!). Yesterday, my dear friends Vicky and Andrew got married. I knew both of them before they met each other, and oh, how I wish that I could take all the glory in setting them up! Though, of course, it is much better to know that God Himself did all that. Andrew was one of my best friends from my Myer days. We met when we were training together. It was really cool- we discovered that we were both Christians, and ever since then, we had a fantastic friendship. He did a lot of the voice-overs in our little Myer store: "Is winter your arch-nemesis? If this is so, buy one of our half-price quilts..." And he always knew that he could find me hiding in the storeroom when there were scary, mean customers about. I knew Vicky from a church I used to go to. We were in the same Bible study togther. She was always lots of fun to be around, and she gave me good advice after one of my messy break-ups ("Carla, he acted like a total pudding. I'd like to beat him over the head."). So, of course, to see two lovely friends marry each other sent me into floods of tears yesterday. It was excellent. Andrew said his vows with such wonderful resonance, and Vicky looked like a total babe. Perhaps the strangest part of the day was when Geoff met my ex-boyfriend's family. It made me feel both sad and happy to find out that my ex's sister was pregnant- she was meant to have the baby on that very day. It's funny how nine months can pass, and I just assume that everyone is the same...

WORK
I find that I can never be totally honest about work when I'm writing on the Internet. I've read too many articles about people getting fired from what they write on their blogs about their jobs. All I can say is this: that whole thing about me fronting a girl-rock band (see two posts ago) gives me things to dream about and distract me. Those plotting penguins in "Madagascar" make a lot of sense to me...

THE BOY
Oh my goodness. I am totally in love with my boyfriend. More on that soon. He is so cute and nice and funny and sweet. How can I not be completely smitten?

TODAY
So, it's Sunday, and I meant to be all relaxed and dreamy and stuff. But of course, there's new knee-high fluffy pink ugh boots to be sprayed with dirt-repellant stuff, Doc Marten's to be polished, designs to be fixed...at least I can never say that I am bored. Catch ya later.