Wednesday 30 November 2011

Stillicidium

While half my grade was out doing adults things like having dRiinkuPs and what not last night, I was at home watching G rated films like Rio. (Rio is so bloody adorable by the way). I'm not exactly complaining since I've made the decision to not attend alcohol dominated events till people are more responsible with drinking, but I can't help but feel (for a lack of a better word) left out. I don't understand the fun in being "smashed" and drinking to the point where you have no self control and end up doing/saying things you'll regret. I actually pity these people. While everyone hits 18 and jumps on the bangwagon to the partying life, I'm sitting here refusing to grow up anytime soon.

Speaking of 18, my sister made a swamp of a cake that not even an ogre would consider eating it for my birthday. So I made her write HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on it to make it look better than it really is and make it seem like she purposely made the cake ugly. It still looks quite horrible but it's the thought that counts.

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The bipolar weather is making it difficult to go out. Glebe on Saturday ended up being rescheduled so Amy, Desiree, Elaine, Jellee, Maria and I all squished into Desiree's car like sardines laughing at the lemons in life although I've lost count of how many times Jellee said the f word. It was bucketing so hard that I was surprised evolution didn't hit me with its full effects giving me fins and gills. Then the next outing with the random group was a failure too because out of the twelve of us, only five turned up. It was perfect weather to go putt putt, but we got lost and ended up "shopping". I ended up dropping by Christine's house and we made fail meringues.

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Friday 18 November 2011

Mischief Managed

YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ONE METRE AWAY FROM OLIVER AND JAMES PHELPS. IT'S LIKE YOU'RE ALL DAZED WONDERING HOW FRED AND GEORGE CAME OUT OF THE MOVIE SCREEN INTO LIFE SIZED PEOPLE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

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Anyway, I think the opening of Harry Potter: The Exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum was not worth $93 because of how chaotic it was with fans everywhere pushing each other to the front trying to get the twins' autographs. It was like a stampede of African animals. I feel really lucky to have both of them sign my book.

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We weren't allowed to take photos inside the actual exhibition, which was another reason why it wasn't worth it. But it was still really cool seeing the actual props and everything used in the movies! Seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione's clothes from their first movie was so tiny and cute! You just realise how far this whole Harry Potter world has come. The dementor actually gave me goosebumps just looking at it and I almost expected it to come swooping down and suck my soul.

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Friday 11 November 2011

Macchiato

After four stressing weeks stressing over not stressing enough, all the HSC exams are officially over. Thirteen years of schooling all over. Four months ahead without school. A whole lifetime ahead for me to figure out my life and what I want to do with it. I honestly don't know how to feel about this.

For Sarah and Jordano's 18th, we went to the city to eat at this Italian restaurant called Macchiato. We went in a group of 50 or something and we pretty much took up half the restaurant. And for once, everyone in the group turned up! The food portions were so bloody huge. Do Italians usually eat this much? Just the entrée was already filling enough and the main course could honestly feed my whole family of six.

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While forcing ourselves to finish everything, Stephanie was pretending to pick up guys who walked pass the restaurant through the window. WOO WINDOW SHOPPING ANYONE?

APART FROM MY PUN, I think the quote of the day would be this:
Stephanie: Compliment me.
Vivienne: Your brain age is smarter than your age.
Stephanie: What? That's not a compliment!
Vivienne: You're smarter than you look.

If I ever need to hear nice things about myself and in need of ego boosting, I know who to turn to.

Afterwards we all split up into groups and went our separate ways. Amy, Anne, Desiree, Elaine, Fiona, Jellee and I went to the Chinatown's night markets then we went Darling Harbour for romantic lesbian walks. The closest I got to romantic was holding one side of the plastic bag filled with our uneaten dinner in take away containers with Fiona holding the other side. We're indirectly holding hands.

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How eventful and memorable was it that we spent 11/11/11 11:11 at the station waiting for our train?