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I always tend to wait until the last minute to crank stuff out but I always seem to get good marks. I sometimes wish I wasn’t so lazy, it would save on stress.
I feel like I did everything today but write my papers. Went for pizza, went for Indian, had the best Chinese beer called Lucky in Chinatown and smoked grape and mango-mint shisha. Overall a great night with a few of my favorite people here. Still gotta wake up in the morning and do work. Hopefully gonna crank both those essays out before noon, must cherish these last few nights in Melbourne.
Kimbra | Call Me
It’s electric baby
I could be the one or I could be just crazy
(I know you’ve been hurt before)
I can tell it in the way you’re wanting more
I know the game you’re playing
I wanna break the rules, stop your questioning
Call me!
While discussing Australia Day and all of it’s festivities in my culture class today Kimbra was brought up. All the young folk listen to a countdown of the year’s 100 best songs on Australia Day; it is tradition. It’s always a great thing when an Australian artist tops the list. The top song of 2011 was Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye feat. Kimbra. Gotye is a native Aussie while Kimbra was born in New Zealand. She now resides in Melbourne which happens to be where I’ve been for the past 4 weeks and will be for another 12 days. I really like Somebody That I Used to Know and Call Me. I’m in the process of downloading her album and if Ki says it’s good then I might just agree.
This morning, this afternoon and this evening were great. Got up went downtown, watched a parade and mingled with the street walkers. Came back to the school for lunch, did some homework. Went to the beach but it was so windy I had to leave before I got a good tan. Talked to my Kiki a little before din din. Dinner was a little BBQ in the quad. Kangaroo burgers ya’ll….not too bad. After dinner a few of the girls and I plus Wyatt and Eric went down to the river to watch fireworks; they lasted ten mins. I guess their gov’t has better things to waste money on. Back at home on 4th of July the fireworks last at least 30mins but most of the time 45-1hr.
Okay, can I rant?
After the Fireworks Eric had this great idea to meet up with two more people from our school group Tate & Caitlyn. I usually love Tate but he was so fucking wasted it wasn’t even funny. This guy had tally marks on his arm of how many shots he’d taken. By the time he was all in my face the marks counted 18. He told me this lengthy story of how he told one girl Rayann that she was a horse-fucking slut. There was so much drama last week between her & Eric who happens to be Tate’s right hand man. All that nonsense needs it’s own post. Anyway, I hate the chick Caitlyn who showed up with Tate and she was getting on my nerves from the jump. She has always bothered me ever since I met her the first day here. She’s really needy and clings to people all while expressing opinions people could care less about and apologizing for her annoying fucking apologies. Ugh, she bothers me. Plus, I don’t like to look at her. Her personality makes her disgusting to view. Anywho, we wandered the streets for a bit before returning to the college. Eric’s room is the party room so that’s where we headed. Drank a bit, talked a bit. Out of nowhere Caitlyn comes up to me:
Caitlyn: How sober are you?
Me: I’m good, why?
C: Because you look really sober and we’re really drunk.
M: Ok.
Wtf? I’ve had more alcohol than you, sit the fuck down. I felt like she was faking her drunkenness. Being wasted is not cute. Learn to hold your liquor, girl.
Later..
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and Tate comes up and stretches out behind me. He’s gone, obviously. He starts rubbing my back so I grab his hand and just hold it down on the bed. (I have this thing about my back, it can only be touched by certain people.) I feel that he’s really hot, his hands are extremely clammy and he has the hiccups. Out of fucking nowhere…again…comes Caitlyn bending over me and into Tate’s face. You know how annoying it is when someone enters your personal bubble without warning. I “kindly” move her body out of the way.
C: Omg I’m soooo sorry. I was just trying to help Tate, he was about to throw up.
M: No he wasn’t.
C: Yes he was.
M: He has the hiccups.
Tate: Yeah Caitlyn, hiccups.
M: *smiles* (Even though he’s about to pass out, he knows what’s up.)
C: I’m so sorry Danielle I know you must be annoyed because we’re drunk
M: …mmm.
God, just the way she says sorry is fucking annoying. I want to scream at her. GET OUT OF MY FACE! You took 2 shots of the shittiest vodka you can buy. You’re not fucking drunk bitch, calm down. Later on we decided on a whim to ride the train to the beach and sleep out there until the sun rose. It was originally only going to be Kat, Wyatt and I but then Eric wanted to come so too. Then Kelsey had to come…ended up being too many damn people. Got to the tram station and she gets all lovey dovey with Wyatt and stares me down while she does so.
C: (holding on to Wyatt) Why do you like to be called Danni that sounds like a boy name
M: I just do.
Right after that Wyatt pulls away from her to sit next to me and share my blanket. He puts his head on my shoulder and whispers “she’s a cunt” in my ear. Caitlyn walks away. 10mins later she’s puking in the trash. You ended the night with your head in a public dumpster, I win. I’m satisfied.
Train never came so I’m here in my room typing this novel. Class in 7hrs I hope I get at least 5hrs of sleep.
