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The Boys of Summer
Yesterday, I began to type a very sentimental entry about how horrible it was to be back at work, and how my summer holiday had been so totally amazing. I was moaning about how I just wanted to stay at home and work on my secret craft project (note that it is COOL CRAFT and not geeky craft), and how I wanted to wear my purple kimono all the time. And kazaam! Here I am, on a Thursday afternoon, at home! As it happened, I felt so sick and nauseous on my journey into work today that I didn’t even make it into the office. I got off the bus, stopped to buy a 21st pressie for my man, and then got on the bus again to go home. All in all, about 2 hours of travelling. Usually, I really enjoy sick days, because it means that I can stay at home and watch DVDs and sulk a lot. But today it’s not so much fun. I just feel queasy and gross.
I am also a bit scared, because while I took the day off work (I didn’t fancy the idea of hurling all over everyone- so not professional), I am still going to go to a college open night. Well, it’s not really a college. It’s hard to explain. What I can explain is that I really am thinking of studying advertising this year. I’m not really sure if it’s for me, but there’s no harm in going to an open night, right? And yet, while I am confident about being a useful creative person, it is a bit intimidating to think of walking into a room full of people who could, you know, weave magical words and pictures to make you want to buy stuff. I mean, what does a girl wear to that sort of thing?
And so, let me take you back to my totally breezy, wonderful summer holiday. My summer holiday which was free of career pressures and buses (well, mostly). In memory of the wonderful summer holiday that was, I would like to write about the lovely fellows who kept me company. None of them are with me now, but thinking of them makes me feel all sunshiney again.
Zac
Zac is my 9-year-old brother. He makes me laugh. He has a motley crew of around 20 toys who he refers to as “my guys”. To name a few, there’s a little animal with a flower for a head (Mini), a long pillow (Hugglebunny) and Kiwi the kiwi bird (who Geoff has remarked is “no oil painting”). When I offered to take Zachary boogie boarding for the first time in his life, he adopted a casual and jocular tone as he asked me, “Is it possible to drown when you’re boogie boarding?” One of the best things about my summer holidays was spending time with Zac and becoming better friends with him. What a dear, funny little soul.
Harry Potter
It didn’t seem too long ago that Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was locked up in the storage cupboard in the book department of Myer, where I used to work in my uni student days. Oh, the times I tried to trick my hapless manager Phillippe into allowing me to open those red, star-spangled boxes (eg. “Oh, Phillippe, do you mind if I just open the boxes to make sure that the books are okay? You know, in case they are dented or something? I might need to look at the pages, too, just in case they are ripped.”) I felt such triumph when I bought the last copy for my good little friend Xeni! This time around, I bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince from a lovely second-hand bookstore in Rozelle called Bookings Taken. “It’s clean as a whistle,” said the owner, as I handed over my money. Good golly, I couldn’t stop reading that book! Even when I was out with friends, I would think, “I wonder what Harry is up to right now?” And the book spooked me SO MUCH! And hello, Harry is totally getting hotter and hotter with every book! He has so many attractive qualities. I love how he is so humble and unassuming, yet also so brave and angsty. It was nice that he actually got a non-psycho girlfriend for once, too. Mind you, it made me feel so weird that Ron spent the majority of the book making out. It’s like seeing your little brother snogging someone, or seeing Nikki Webster on the cover or FHM or whatever. Anyway, even though I heard that the next Harry Potter book will be the last, I hope that it’s not. I especially hope that Harry won’t die, because otherwise, I will be SO SAD!
Mr Bean
I have a memory of watching Mr Bean with my grandparents from Indonesia, when they came over to Australia about 9 years ago. Although we don’t speak the same language, we all roared with laughter at the antics of Mr Bean. I love how Rowan Atkinson’s character can transcend cultures and barriers. Who would think that a character who is rumoured to be an alien could bring so many people together? My sister Sonya gave Zachary a boxed DVD set of all of the Mr Bean episodes. Zachary and I watched them pretty much every night of the holidays. It was so cool. Zachary does a lot of Mr Bean impressions now.
Geoff
How could I neglect my man while writing about The Boys of Summer! Part of the reason why my holidays were so blissful was because I got to see Geoff almost every day. He is in Armidale at the moment, and I miss him so much. We have both bought each other birthday presents already.
And one more thing, dear readers. I am getting a haircut on Saturday! And I am thinking of getting a fringe. You know, like those long, eyebrow-scraping fringes that all the models have? What do you guys think? I would much appreciate hair advice at the moment. Last time I got a fringe, I didn’t look that good. It was one of those pixie fringes that were big in the early noughties. Let me know!
Carla x |