Out on The Town
Went out to the City a couple of nights ago (and not to go clubbing, as I'm underage and have yet to find a suitable ID); to view some of the state and surrounding area's finest petrol fueled monstrosities. And yes, I am talking about Nats. However, I didn't have the money to go the actual event itself until today, and of course the big guy in the sky decided that it should definitley rain today (also, why is it raining in January? Australian summers are supposed to be all about bronzed bodies and beachy activities - not worrying if Noah has had time to build the Arc yet). Getting back to the actual point, me and a couple of friends waited until it got dark and headed out to our state's pathetic excuse for a CBD and watched the action (and 28 cop cars); whilst trying to avoid being bottled or abducted. It was an enjoyable experience, albeit slightly harrassing. I swear to God, every male in the vacinity had to greet us, and I'm not talking about a friendly 'nice-to-meet-you'. I don't think I've ever experienced so many wolf-whistles, open and obvious stares and bad pickup lines. Serves me right for dying my hair blonde I suppose; in the dark the cat-piss-yellow glare it must give off obviously blinds those with XY chromosones to an extent at which they can't see it looks like I was hit with not only the ugly stick, but all the rest of the tools and instruments handy in the ugly tools garage - with a bit of excessive force from the shovel in the face department.
I Want
And just to prove that I'm a normal teenage girl, here is my current dress crush. I'm just in love with the colour. I think it would look amazing with beachy wooden and slightly faded gold jewellry, long wavy light brown hair with sandy highlights and a killer tan. Unfortunately I don't have any of the above. And even if I did, three of my friends wore this exact dress to their formals this year. But I can still dream (and drool).
Boarding House Antics
I am lucky enough to have never been in the position of living in a boarding house. A few of my friends haven't been so lucky. Me and one of my all time ever favourite best friends (let's just call her Barbie) recently went to visit a couple of our friends who are unfortunate enough to live in one. We watched movies happily for hours before realising 15 minutes from the end of Pineapple Express that we couldn't leave via any normal exits (ie the front door, or the back door, or any door for that matter). So after we'd finished the movie and dithered for a bit, Barbie and I followed our friends to the exit point. We went down to one of the stairwells and proceeded to climb and slide down the outside two stories and then walk around the back of the building to the carpark. It was pitch black and I'm extremely afraid of heights. Like, vomit-inducing from the mere thought of rock climbing afraid. However, not having a housekey for several months and thus having to climb through a second story window at all hours of the day and night via an unstable pagola have hardened me up. Still, I almost shat myself and was shaking for half an hour after that particular adventure. I suppose the moral of this story - plan your escape!
Well I'm off to do more adventuring.
Cheers babe(s)
No comments:
Post a Comment