Hm. I have a short prose written up that’s based on a true story. Not my story, someone elses. That’s why it’s a prose. I want to add to it so hopefully I will have it ready by the end of this week. Before my hectic next week starts:
Okay, so it’s not THAT insane. I hate opening my diary and seeing something on every day. Unless it’s parties or shopping dates or whatever.
I don’t have anything to blog about but felt obliged to write a post about the funny interconnections between humans I have recently experienced. I attended a meeting held for volunteers of the Sydney Eisteddfod, yesterday. I joined the team this year, partly influenced by Emily who does a lot of volunteer work….to make her resume look stunning. Also because she’s studying art theory, which is apparently a dud degree ‘cos ART IS DEAD. I sure hope not.
I woke up at 8:30am, quickly got ready sans straightening hair and left the house at 9am to make the 10am meeting. I got there just in time. That’s irrelevant but I thought I’d show off my morning rush skills that has characterised most of this semester. At the meeting, they spoke of child protection and WHS. I found it immensely amusing that WHS involves protecting yourself against passionate parents, which has been deemed “the most dangerous animal on the face of Earth”, according to the dude who was speaking. I guess my mum is kinda like that so I can relate to how freaky passionate parents get. They’re shameless and will get in your face if they think the Eisteddfods have done their child/ren unjust. I am frightened.
Then there’s my Mum and my Aunt’s situation. My Aunt’s married to this dick of a dickless man who holds grudges and approaches situations he deems unfriendly in a very immature manner. He dislikes my Mum because he thinks her meddlesome (which is kinda true) and has forced my Aunt to cut ties with us. But come on, they live a street away from us. It’s been this way since I was 10 or 11 yo. I once voiced the stupidity of this to my Aunt (I love her, but she’s a little stupid sometimes), and she got protective. Whatever. I still see her and her children as family. The last time I saw the dude was at this wedding my Grandpa took me to, to show me off. To Chinese people, having a 19yo granddaughter when you’re still alive is a big thing. My Aunt and her husband and kids were there. Before I left the wedding, I said “BYE, UNCLE” to show I’m not as rude as him and he ignored me. I think my point was proven. TRICKED YOU, ya big goof.
So recently, this wicked bitch of the west (she seriously lives in West Sydney), has spread rumours about my mum and Aunt. I don’t know the deets of it all, but my Mum got pretty teary on the sneaky phone call to my Aunt. I am often woken up by these phone calls because my Mum forgets that it’s 6:30am and hollers and laughs like it’s 6:30pm. My interpretation of my mums’ grief is that she has to live by such terms and conditions with her own sister. I would be pretty sad if someone stopped me from talking to Keith. Although I always try and act tough and be all “I need you more than you need me” when we fight and vow to now speak to each other. But seriously, in the end, Keith always cracks first. Because he’s an idiot and he’s not as stubborn and he doesn’t believe in this grudge-holding shit.
I always find it strange that I don’t end up talking to half the people I have classes with. That’s how I made all my friends last year, pretty much. I’d usually strike up conversation or blow into conversations before class. But maybe it’s cos I have friends in every one of my classes that I don’t feel a need to put extra effort in anymore. I remember, people I’d talk to randomly during my high school years found me abnormal. I had this obsession with talking to strangers back when I was a teenager. But yeah, as I said, that extra effort is no longer needed because I already have friends and also because connections form just from being in the same class. There’s this kid, James, who looks menacing, in my opinion. Menacing because he’s tall, blonde, and possesses striking blue eyes. Meggie and I were talking about how expensive the Vinnies at Newtown is, and he just kinda eased into our conversation.We have an unofficial seating plan in harmony class most days, and so we’re always within proximity of each other. Yesterday, I noticed that he has this awesome pencil that’s a drum stick. I will take a picture of it next week if he lets me. I didn’t get a chance to compliment it during class because I was too busy spacing in and out, and building towers with our rubbers, pencils, and sharpeners with Meggie. [We also drew a surprised face and naked body on the rubber so when you put the eraser casing off, she's naked.] It’s also rude to loudly whisper whilst the teacher (who is super friendly) is talking and there was a person between us. I hate leaning across other people to talk to someone.
Anyway, so a few hours after class, I was taking a break from practicing and walking MAggie to her harpsichord practice room. James happened to be standing around eating his oranges. So I ran up to him and asked about his pencil. Then we talked about how boring harmony tutorials are. Yup. I love people but hate them at the same time.
I like that, my greetings with this kid, Jeremy, are extending to compliments or questions about WHAT’S UP. He was smiling at me as I laughed and playfully teased my friend who was ASLEEP during class. Then he complimented my top. I don’t know, we used to EXCLUSIVELY only exchange greetings all of last year and I got kinda awkward about it because neither of us ever had intentions to stop and talk. I did walk around with him to find him a practice room during our first real connection. He probably got weirded out.
In the end, I think the best friendships are the ones that just happen as opposed to you trying to make it happen. This has been happening all throughout my life and I only realise now. Better late than never, I guess.
Woah, this post turned out longer than expected. Apologies. I kinda go into this train of thought and never want to stop. It’s what happens, deal with it.
Check out the wind burn on my phat lips.
I think they gave me a $6 discount off my library fines. YES!
I have this chesty cough. I wonder if it’s from the lack of clothes I put on in this cold weather because I hate stacking on layers, or if it’s from smoking. I can’t wait for the holidays to come so I won’t need cigarettes anymore and it won’t feel like a chore when I have my irregular smokes again.