Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

A Saturday challenge

If you start a Saturday by texting your friends to "do something crazy", then what do you expect to happen? Well, technically, I texted one friend about acting crazy. This friend (who must always remain anonymous, as he gets embarrassed easily) replied with, "You've already done one crazy thing today...you woke me up! Naughty girl. All right, I shall try to think of something crazy...but no promises. It's relax day!"

But I didn't feel like having a "relax day". Some days, I just get these urges to leap out of the ordinary and do something FUN. You know? I mean, I'd spent pretty much the whole week at home, working on my secret project which will hopefully help me to get a job. Of course, as I am a multi-tasking kinda gal, this is the sort of project that I can work on while watching TV at the same time. So I have been stuffing my head full of season 1 of The O.C..

I took a stroll around Kirribilli Markets with my buddy Carly while I psyched myself up for craziness. And mmmmm, there were bargains galore. I bought a gold belty thing for $2, a moss-green sequinned scarf for $5 (I like pretending that I am a mermaid when I wear it, because it looks like seaweed), a CD where Ella Fitzgerald sings some songs written by Cole Porter for $4, and 5 dice with playing card faces on them for $1 (bizarre, but who cares, it was $1!).

Eventually, Carly left to buy groceries, and I was left waiting for my beloved Geoff to arrive. I had called him previously and shouted, "YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING CRAZY TODAY!" He said that he'd think about it.

When Geoff finally arrived, we walked down to Luna Park. There were, like, a billion kids running around and being obnoxious. After I begged him and poked him for awhile, Geoff caved in and agreed to go on the ferris wheel with me. We lined up for so long that, by the time we got inside our little carriage, I'd forgotton about my quest for craziness. However, I was quickly reminded of it when the carriage lurched up into the sky. I had no idea that ferris wheels could be so scary! They go up SO high! We were dangling above the harbour, hundreds of metres up in the air! I was terrified! Like, what if the little carriage thing somehow became unscrewed, and we plummeted down into Sydney Harbour? That would be HORRIBLE!

To quell my fear, I begged Geoff, "Do something crazy! Shout out that you love me!" Obediently, Geoff roared, "I LOVE CARLA!", and much louder than I expected, too! I was very impressed. This, I felt, was much sweeter and more romantic than what we heard some teenagers shout while they were on the wheel: "NATHAN IS GAY!" So rude! The hooligans!

But, dear readers, to tell you the truth, the REAL reason why I lured Geoff down to the Luna Park ferris wheel was not because I wanted more excitement in my life. Oh, no. It was because...okay, this is a bit embarrassing to admit...well, it was because, the night before, I saw Ryan and Marissa go on a ferris wheel on an episode of The O.C., and it looked really romantic. And I wanted Geoff to kiss me when we were at the top, just like how Ryan and Marissa kissed! But alas, my plan was slightly foiled. We were pretty high up, and Geoff looked at me and said, "Do you want me to kiss you?" I nodded, and we kissed. But then, the ferris wheel turned and we went up even HIGHER, and it was SO scary. Like, I experienced this odd lurching sensation in my tummy, and I had more irrational thoughts of little men with screwdrivers secretly undoing the bolts of the ferris wheel carriage. So, while Geoff was kissing me, I screamed INTO HIS MOUTH, and then I pushed him away and screamed even more! Mmmmm, romantic...just what every guy wants- their girlfriend to scream in terror while they are kissing them.

And so, dear readers, the moral of today's story is:
1. Don't copy what you see people doing on TV!
2. Never take Carla on a rollercoaster, because it is about a million kazillion times scarier than a ferris wheel!
3. Don't scream when someone is kissing you. Even if it's because of an unrelated reason. If your boyfriend/girlfriend is not as kind as mine, your screaming may be misinterpreted as...well, rudeness, probably. And maybe a fear of kissing. There's probably a scientific term for that, you know. Antikissingitis?

Lots of love,
Carla Gypsygirl

ps. On a tangent: I changed my mind about department stores being annoying. I got a call back for a second interview with that department store, and it's tomorrow! So, I am now going to polish my shoes. I've read that you can tell how much someone wants a job by how shiny their shoes are, so I am going to make my shoes SUPER shiny. More goss later!
pps. Sorry if kissing stories gross you out.
ppps. By the way, I REALLY like that song called S.O.S by Rihanna. Is that bad? I mean, I know that they mix Tainted Love with it, and I think that's why I like it. But it gets me dancing in the morning...that can't be SO bad, right?