procrastinating...

I am the biggest procrastinator. We are all in the 5th week of uni and I am yet to attend a class. I have managed, however, to get a group for an assignment. I have done all the work required in preparation for the mid semesters...without attending a single lecture or tutorial. Don't ask me what the fuck is going on becuase I don't know - and I am not going to complain. I am sitting at uni right now. Missing a tute. I can see the room it is in. I can see my friend's head. He can't see me becuase he is concentrating too hard. I am playing online chess. Sucker.

Wednesday is a changing day. I will go to class. Both the lecture and the tute. And I will pay $103.95 for a text book. But for now, I am quite happy sitting here, pretending to be typing an important document.

Last Tuesday, as some of you may know, was Damo and I's 4 year anniversary. Though it would be a lovely day, I did. We were planning to go to the beach. Have a lovely sushi lunch and then go out as we had bought tickets to see The Specials and The Beat in a ska extravaganza show "The Specials Beat". Instead, we fought and fought and fought about all the stupid shit people fight about. Things like...you know, I don't even know anymore. It was probably just the depression coming out of me again. Nothing Damo was saying could calm me down - not like he was trying to calm me down, but everything he said just made me want to scream louder, cry harder and hit faster. We went to the beach - it was crap and windy. We had lunch - but I took a visit to the bathroom before we ate and there was someone doing the most violent turd in the cubicle next to me it put me off my food.

It was so bizzare because when it got to about 8pm, everything stopped. We both just said "The show's about to start. Let's get ready". So we did. And we went. And I had the best fucking time I could have had considering what the day was like. We danced and danced and danced. Then when the show was finished, Damo, B, N and I went to the Depot to see all my friends as it was 80's night. I danced some more, took my shoes off becuase they were sore, stood on glass and didn't care. N found $50 on the steps outside and bought us all drinks. We got a cab home at about 4am and hurrah! we got a business class cab. ahh... I love it when shit days turn into great nights.

fire drill

Haha. Just had a fire drill and some dick screamed. Reminded me of the time my brother and I were in Woolies and the power went out. A lady screamed in horror and Lenny said "She must have been looking at knives".

we've only just begun...

Today is our 4 year anniversary. So I thought I might celebrate by telling you our story...it would also help me decide on what the fuck this relationship is all about becuase I am extremely confused at the moment as to what I want and what other people want for us.

I have known Damo since I was 6. I don't really remember much of him except when my mum gave birth to my little sister O, Damo and a few of his friends said that my mum would stop loving me. Arseholes. It just so happened that a couple of weeks later, my mum only packed me a banana for lunch. Not just any banana, a lady finger. So yes, my mum's love levels for me were on the slow decent. Not to worry though - My teacher - Mrs. R gave me $2 for lunch (yes, that would buy me a pie, a strawberry milk, a bunch of apricot balls and a frozen orange slice).

I did not hear much else from Damo until grade 3, when he threatened to stab a teacher with a freshly sharpened pencil. She cried and he got sent to the principal's office. In grade 4, I got my 1st boyfriend - Colin. He asked me out on school camp. I said yes and we kissed near the drink tap. Three weeks later, we broke up, split the assets and he went on with his little life. But I was heartbroken and wanted him to be jealous. Damo asked me out. That day, there was a BIG storm and a lightning bolt struck a big old tree near the play gym. Damo did not comfort me in any way so I dumped his arse there and then.

Damo and I became trmendous friends in grade 7. We were both high achievers and attentive students. So we were seated together at the back of the class near the computer (easy access to "Where on earth is Carmen SanDiego?" cause we finished work early). I told him everything and he told me everything. He was my best friend in class...until one day, he dobbed Jess S and I in for writing notes in class. These notes were about other people in class - yes, I was a bitchy little fuck. We had to read them out loud to the pricipal. It was highly embarrassing but becuase Jess and I were the top students, we were let off with a warning. That was the day my friendship ended with Damo.

A few years on... about 4 and a half years to be exact...my brother started to come home saying "Damo says Hi", "Damo wants to know if you're doing anything this weekend", "Damo wants your number but I won't give it to him if you don't him to have it". Who the fuck is Damo?!?!?! Turns out, we had been getting the same time train but on a different platform on the same station everyday for the past year and he had seen me.

A few weeks went by and one morning, Craig, a good friend of mine all the way back from Kindy hit the crap out of my arm. So that afternoon, I planned to kick him hard...squre in the arsehole. The afternoon came and I kicked Craig, narrowly missing his arsehole, getting the middle of his right cheek. Craig yells out "YOU FUCKING BITCH FACE! I'M TELLING YOUR MUM!" Then this guy goes "Hey! Tina - Can I ask you a favour?" I'm thingking, "Who is this guy? He's kinda cute." I say "Yeah?" Then he proceeds to talk and talk and talk and then finally asks me to his formal. I'm thinking "Oh this poor guy has no one else to take so I'll go with him" and I say "Yeah. Sure. Call me later." It finally hits me, half way through the bus ride home that this guy is Damien. Damo R from school! The boy who put roaches down the back of my dress...The one who teased me about my sock tan and the one who got suspended for selling soft porn to the other kids! Wow. He's grown up.

the weekend that was...

Successful! My plan worked! Thanks to Jerkface for being the biggest help in this operation. Rinna's birthday weekend went off without a hitch and was by far one of the most exciting weekends of my life.

It began about a month ago when Damo and I were in front of the computer wondering how much a trip to sydney would be...logon to Virginblue and Hurrah! We can get the catch of the day deals! Spur of the moment purchase...it has begun. I immediately thought - oh shit. what if she already has plans and me and Damo coming down would just not fit? So I contact Jerkface and he was the biggest help since - coming up with awesome-o ideas and helping us keep the truth from Rinna.

So the weekend comes and Jerkface is so kind as to pick us up from the airport, take us to get some food and smokes, and drop us off in a lovely little park to wait while he distracts Rinna.
So Damo and I are in the park. Waiting. Pacing. Waiting. I am desperately needing to piss I am so nervous. I paced up and down the side fence 24 times before I got a prank call from Jerkface letting us know that we should make our way to Rinna's unit. Got there, blew up 40 or so balloons, and watched a documentary on the Odometer while we waited.

Got buzzed by Jerkface letting us know we need to "assume positions". Rinna walks in backwards with her hands over her face and I just get so nervous I almost shit myself. She opens her eyes and run-jump-hugs me which almost bowls me over, but I am quick to realise she is super light and I think to myself "I'm strong...". Anyway, the rest wirtes itself. I had a ball, Rinna had a ball and that's all that matters.