So, it’s February now, but I still haven’t completed this 365, so here’s what I can remember of New Years:
I cut up a shirt I got from the op shop and decided to wear my tights, because they were my main attire through out 2010, so it felt right to end the year in them, too. We went around to Lauren’s for pre-drinks, but I wasn’t drinking because a) I just didn’t want to, and it being New Years wasn’t suddenly going to make me, and b) I was leaving to Armidale very early the next day and I didn’t want to have a hangover while I went around those bends. So I sat and watched while everyone played drinking games, which as fun. Eventually we decided to go to Maccas, then Brooke’s 18th party. I was designated driver for obvious reasons, so I drove them around, and eventually Madison wanted to go home cause she’d had this virus for a few days and was tired, so I took her, and I took Mel to her place to change her shoes, etc, etc. Those girls are really fucking appreciative when you drive them around. It’s like no one’s ever done a favour for them before so they say thank you 3 billion times and give you ridiculous amounts of petrol money. I don’t usually get petrol money because it’s my choice to drive someone somewhere, I could always say no, and I feel uncomfortable being given money from my friends. But they insisted and I scored like, $20. It was ridic. Dropped in at the carnival and midnight was an anti-climax, because there were no fireworks and it was just groups of friends scattered everywhere looking at their phones at various points and realising that it was past midnight. After midnight, a group of of went and sat by the river, laughing at Sophie being dramatic over a lack of midnight kiss, and I eventually drove her home, then went home myself. It was a pretty uneventful New Years, but I’m fine with that. I’m not very in to celebrating the passing of time, any way. I’m more of a mourner.
Photos: Me at Lauren’s, and Nick and I at the carnival.
Let me just say, without a hint of irony, 2010 was the best year of my life. The years just seem to be getting better and better and so many important, beloved people came into my life during the year. And I managed to have a stress-less Year 12, while also having the most social year I’ve experienced, too. I had a good balance in 2010 and that’s what’s important. I’m glad it was the year I chose to document.
Didn’t do much all morning until I decided that I’ll make one of the cute little paper creations from the book that Kate gave me for my 18th. I chose the toaster, which was harder than expected. I gave up once the scissors became annoying and it all became a bit much. So I decided to try to listen to the Nirvana tape Blake gave me for the same reason. But I discovered that it was, in fact, not Nirvana, but a cassette player cleaner.
All day became steadily more and more nervous that the two sets of twins I was going to babysit. Once 6 came closer, I drove to their hotel and was met with the eldest two looking weirdly like Macaulay Culkin, and the younger two being clearly their siblings and all 4 of them saying “EXCUSE ME!” to get my attention to show me something. The parents left and things were alright, they were a bit attention seeking and annoying through dinner, but once they got inside and the TV was on, there was nothing but silence all the way through out the end of Wallace and Gromit. But then that ended and I had to work out how to get a movie playing from the laptop their Dad left to the TV. I did it, after a bit of fail, and they more or less were silent and steady through out Valiant. Except that they kept wanting food. Now, I’m not sure how much normal 3 and 5 year olds eat but they sure seemed to be eating a lot. After dinner and a paddle pop each, one wanted an apple, which meant they all had to get bits of apple. After that, one wanted a sandwich, which meant they all had to get one, too. Then one wanted a banana, and I said no, because c’mon, that’s a lot of food, and I told them when I gave them the sandwiches that that was it. But the little shit got a banana and opened it, so I broke it into 4 and gave them each a bit, but he wanted a full one, so he sqished and threw his bit around the room. He continued to throw a bit of a tanty and I tried all the things I’ve ever seen anyone do, including carrying him to a bedroom while he clung to the door frame and saying he could stay in there until he calmed down, until I eventually just gave the fuck up and said that if he promised to be good, he’d get a banana. And he got a goddamn banana and thank God no one else asked for one, and he was good from them on. While we were drawing, their parents came home and asked me “how much I usually like to charge” and I was like “HA! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!” which was probably dumb, but they ended up saying that they usually paid $20 and hour, which I wasn’t going to argue with, and was handed $55. Nice.
Came home, tumblr. Had some talking to from Dad in a stoned and drunk trying to be a deep fucking God of wisdom, in which he contradicted himself at least once that I picked up on when I was actually listening. He got onto gay marriage and I was like. Do not. But it turns out we think more or less the same in that respect, even though he changed his mind halfway through probably due to my obvious frustration and “I am not the best person to talk to about gay marriage rights.” in a very snappy way. I knew if he said anything even close to against my views I’d snap. I tuned out, anyway. What Dad says when drunk would sound so much better written down. It’s the way he delivers his words that makes me so infuriated. Actually, it depends what he says. But he said a couple of quotable lines tonight and I just thought, if you weren’t such a wanker right now, I’d appreciate that.
Woke up before 10 and was disgusted and tired all day as a result. Orginised to babysit two sets of twins tomorrow night that Amy used to mind before she moved. I don’t even mind that it’ll be hectic, I just really need the money.
My Nerdfighter shirts finally arrived in the mail, which was awesome. Wearing that, I went op shopping with Mum and scored myself some Mum Jeans that I just into too-short shorts and 4 VHS tapes. I went to watch one, and thought, this is really small, that’s weird. My VHS player refuses to take it, that’s strange. Then I realised. This Beatles Rockumentary isn’t a VHS. It’s a fucking Beta Max. I wouldn’t even know what a Beta Max is/was if it weren’t for The Mighty Boosh, they are that obsolete. Now I’m just keeping it for the novelty.
Went to a small shkate at the nettys by myself and then a swim at home. Which is strange cause that’s the most activity I’ve done since school finished.
Watched the beginning of Wayne’s World until I got called into work, which is cause, because as previously stated, I am very poor.
Went to work in the morning to drop off movies and check my roster, only to be confronted with the fact that I was not rostered on again until at least the 9th. And I told them I was leaving on the 10th, so I was not, in fact, ever rostered on again. Which utterly sucks since I am very, very poor. Was cranky about that for a while in the morning.
Courtney asked me to go with her and Sam to “coffee”. We ended up at the Zebu bar, which was nice, but I felt like a bit of a fag. I had tea while Courtney had dinner, and after that we went to Maccas, and then briefly to Sam’s whose house, on closer inspection, is decorated by a hell of a lot of chickens, and then home.
Came home and sat on tumblr, the usual. Dad eventually came out, mumbling about “his space” and fucking being a drunk wanker so I slammed my computer shut and went to bed having a bit of a tear over things being different to the awesome way they used to be and that I was angry and that mood nearly always makes me cry.
Woke up to my parents bashing the fuck out of the freezer to get all the ice off the walls. Was pissed off and upset that they did this while I was sleeping but didn’t do it the other day because Jared was sleeping at the time.
Went to lunch with Lucy. We just got some chips and scallops and ate on Town Green. We were just chilling under a palm tree with a tourist family on the other side of it, eating, when this massive pelican wandered over. I was unsettled, but I just looked at it like, you’re a pelican, I don’t mind. But then it fucking took a lunge for the food, so I jumped up, grabbing the food on the way and took a few steps back. This lovely elderly Greek woman was basically our sanity in sight of fear, because the bird kept advancing on me and she was like “It was your fish!” the goddamn scallops looked like fish, so I started yelling “LUCY YOU TAKE THEM YOU TAKE THEM!” and when she did, I ran to the path, saying “I CAN’T HANDLE GIANT BIRDS.” The tourist family were bemused. The bird was more or less shooed away and we sat back down. But he came back. And this time, he fucking RAN AT US. With his wings out and his beak open, he just fucking charged. Lucy was quick thinking and threw the scallop in her hand to the beast and we both bailed. And so did the bird. We very quickly finished off what was left of our food and left Town Green before another animal could attack.
When I got home, I watched Philadelphia with Mum, in which Tom Hanks’ character (funnily enough, named Andy) has AIDS. It was back when the disease first came out and everyone was just in a shambles over it, not knowing how it was transmitted and everything. But with the knowledge that we have of it today, it was really hard to watch everyone just back the fuck off whenever it was revealed that he had AIDS. At one stage, the screen showed a sign that said “AIDS CURES HOMOSEXUALITY” and Mum had to grab my foot to stop me from raging. I can’t handle homophobia or fucking bullshit like that. I just can not. Anyway. It was a sad film and we both cried.
Kate and Courtney visited to pick up Kate’s copy of the Sims 2 amongst all her stuff. We had a little chat, but when they got home, the 3 of us and Amy got on Skype and had a bit of a talk, which was lovely. But then Kate and Courtney left to play The Sims and Amy and I just sat there, rarely talking, but not needing to, cause it was just nice to feel as though we were in each others company again.
As a Christmas present to Mum, who looooathed my hair green, I dyed it dark brown. Unfortunately for her, I’m not the best at hair dying so there are random patches of green throughout. I don’t mind and I’m not about to dye it again any time soon because it’s really not handling it too well.
I basically did nothing all day. Just sat around being bored and wasting my youth as usual.
I watched the Dr Who Christmas special on TV with Mum and it was really quite good. I’ve only seen about 4 episodes of Dr Who, and the majority had David Tennant. I like Matt Smith, though, he’s good. If I’m ever rich, I’ll buy the box set(s). Until then, I’ll just… wait until then. I know I’d like the show and get into it if I could.
Before bed, I went through all my musicals/plays/general theatre productions programs, and was chuffed with the performance life I’ve had so far. Jersey Boys, Tim Minchin, Rocky Horror, Macbeth, Robin Williams, Wicked, Circus Oz. Don’t even have one for Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Miss Saigon or Josh Thomas. The best bit is that I get to add Hairspray & Mary Poppins to the collection come January. I am a spoiled wanker, I know.
Woke up way too early to open the couple of gifts under the tree. I was pretty pleased with what I go, though, Jared and Saira got me The Monster Book Of Monster’s keepsafe box that you have to stoke in a particular way for it to open, and a Dobby and Kreacher figurine set. Courtney and Kate gave me the gosh darn cutest yellow tea submarine and fancy tea leaves. Mum & Dad already got me The Princess and The Frog and snuck some jarmie shorts under the tree. For someone who was told she wasn’t getting Christmas, I was happy. I was also happy that I wasn’t really treated like the 18 year old I am. I don’t feel 18, I very rarely act it, I like childish things and I’m glad that my family realise and even embrace that. It’s nice.
Mum was a bit funny in the morning because Jared wasn’t gunna be around and she kept suggesting things we could do to “make it feel like Christmas”. In the end, Jared and Saira had Christmas lunch with us at the table which was my faovirte part of the day. Dad insisted on getting these little tiny bonbons that 8 of 12 ended up having the same joke, which was entertaining.
I watched The Princess and The Frog because as the day went on it felt less like Christmas and more like a normal, good day. Not in a bad way. It’s just the way Christmas is when you’re older.
Had a nap because getting up so early completely fucked me around. When I woke up Mum forced us on a beach walk that ended up being hectic. I thought Dad was gunna die a few times because he was drunk but insisted on climbing the rocks. But, here we all are, so it was okay after all.
Had another hour and something phone conversation with Amy. Another awesome present.
Just as I was heading to bed, I turned the kitchen light on, and look up about a foot from the light switch and there was this masssssssive huntsman spider. I didn’t know what to do, so I went out to Saira and said “You wanna see a big spider?” and she came in and we just watched it for a while until she deicded we should kill it. I don’t like killing things so I gave her the can and we stood ont he lounge like the typical girls we don’t often act like while she tried to spray it from a ridiculous distance. After a while it ran into the loungeroom and I followed it just so I knew where it was. Then I sprayed it a bit myself because I may not like killing things but I also don’t like big spiders in my house. We must have been making some noice because Mum eventually got out of bed and squished it with a shoe. Because it refused to die, even after half a can of Mortien, so a shoe was necessary.
I’m all caught up on my 365 again, woo! God, I hope I don’t let myself get that far behind again.
Woke up at 12-something again, following a dream about going to Wet N Wild with Amy who refused to go on anything but the kiddy slides, and surrounded by obese people.
Nick and I went into town for a while, just hanging out looking for Sarah and lurking Home stores with awesome nicknacks. When I dropped him off, I looked through the family photos his family got, that were so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it. My family would never do something like that, and if we did, the photos would never look so genuinely happy. OH WELL.
Came home, started and finished Kate and Courtney’s Christmas gifts, wrapped and delivered them to their doorstep. Chilled at The Lighthouse, as usual. Finished catching up on this.
That’s about it. Now the whole family’s drunk and I’m cranky.
Photo is of Max rubbing himself in the grass the moment after we washed him, the little shit.
Amy left at about 8am, and this goodbye felt even less real than the last. No one cried, it was just very surreal. Courtney and Kate went back tot heirs to sleep some more, and I went back to bed and didn’t get back up until 1:01pm. Got paid, but not much and I need to save half of it anyway. -_-
Watched The Wizard of Oz, and Jared and Saira joined me for a while, which was nice. I then spent the night listening to the Wicked soundtrack and trying to update my 365, which I’ve just about finished now. Bed by midnight, because I promised Mum.
Amy told me that her Dad would be dropping around to my place at 3 to give me some stuff of mine she accidentally took to QLD with her. But the other night on the phone I accidentally got it out of her that it was actually a gift, so I as very excited/anxious for it. In the meantime, I tried to get that gift ready again, but of course I couldn’t do it in time. 3 o’clock came and went. So did 4. By about 4:30, I was talking to Mum about how he was late, when at the exact point, I hear a horn beep out the front. And a door close. And Amy’s voice say “Okay, cya later!” Then, I literally SCREAM at Mum “AMY IS THE PRESENT!” then fucking piss bolt out the front door and tackle hug Amy, who is just standing there all smug and probably a bit scared. I was so fucking happy, she is the very very very best present. But then she also brought a big wrapped up box with her with an actual present, and so after a few Hobba Jooba minutes outside, we went inside and opened it, and it was a box containing a fucking WOODY DOLL. Because she knows me so well, she knows how I wanted one, but didn’t like the fact that it had a fake not-Tom Hank’s voice, so she got me a plush one without a voice so I don’t have to deal with the lies. Ah, I loved everything so much. I immediately grabbed my keys so we could go suprise Courtney and Kate, too, but they weren’t home so we chilled at The Lighthouse for a bit, until Courtney text saying she was home. When we turned up, she just walks out saying “I know Amy’s here.” and hugs her. Apparently she’d worked it out from her tweets and everything. I was completely fucking oblivious. We then went into town to suprise Kate who also said she’d worked it out. Oh well, at least I was suprised. We just hung out all night, went over to the North Wall, and the sunset was glorious and wrote our names on a rock and saw Sam at Maccas, and chilled again at the Lighthouse, very tired, and eventually came back to mine and slept sideways in my bed again.