Monday
Welcomed with open arms the second last week of high-school EVER. Met CookieDough at the bus stop, already 30 minutes late. For me, school does not begin until after 9:00am. For the first time in our lives, he was a bad influence on me. We decided not to go to class and instead had a second breakfast at the beautiful Bundoora Square.
When a small ladybug crawled on him, we joked that it would bite him and turn him into a superhero. Just like spider man, only a ladybug. I still find the idea of a male superhero called Ladybug Boy really amusing.
I was alarmed by and disapproving of a small 4 year old girl who walked past wearing shoes that had some sort of squeaking toy inside them, which made yelping noises every step she took. Wondered how her mother put up with it for a whole day, when after 30 seconds I wanted to throw my milkshake in her face.
Got to school. Realised that I had been looking at my timetable wrong and instead of having a class that i could get away with wagging from, I had actually missed my most important subject with my strictest teacher.
Tuesday
Did not go to school. Instead, I travelled into the city for an audition. Totally could have gone back to school for the second half of the day but decided against.
Miraculously, my ChineseWasherWoman had just been told to leave work minutes earlier and was also in the city. Had one of the BEST days ever. Shopping, lunch and a massage definitely beats English, Media and Psych.
Went to the Lindt Chocolate Restuarant and was served by Zac Efron's gay twin. Had really intense, philosophical conversations regarding inner-fame. We also discussed our plans for the future, or lack of them and left feeling rather aimless.
Wednesday
Actually went to school today. Finished early and went for the usual gorge session with CookieDough and RSVP. I am such a regular customer at the local Cold Rock Ice-Creamery that the full-time attendant, Doris, knows me very well. Awkward.
Went to work, avoided the crazy lady who likes to read my messages and invade my personal space and privacy.
On the way home with my dad, we pulled up at a set of lights next to an AMAZING, brand-new Lamborghini. Also at the lights was a Hells Angels gang member on his Harley Davidson. The two drivers of these amazing vehicles (next to my dad's commodore) spoke to each other at the lights and, when the light went green, literally drag raced along the freeway. I was so impressed.
Thursday
Upon arriving home from school, I had a bit of an itch. First on my arms. Then, this itch spread to my chest and stomach. Suddenly, i was frantically scratching over my whole body and had broken out into a red rash.
I assumed that it was a reaction to the antibiotics that I had been on for the past week, seeing as my mother is also allergic. Booked an appointment with the doctor for the next day but this meant I had to go through a whole night with this crazy itch.
After a very uncomfortable sleep, I woke up in the night from a fucking weird dream. In this dream, I had gotten stoned with my ChineseWasherWoman and was outside my house. I had the munchies, but there was nothing good to eat. I then started eating the dirt from the ground and I was so high that it tasted really, really good. ChineseWasherWoman then tried to stop me, after which I began vomiting poo. Sometimes I wonder what my dreams are trying to tell me...
Friday
Woke up and decided that I did not want to go to school with a red rash all over my body. Overnight, it had gotten much worse and the little red dots covering my torso had multiplied so much that they formed one giant entity of raised, red and itchy skin.
Went to the doctors. I felt rather uncertain when he didn't even look at me or pay much attention to what I was saying about my symptoms but somehow diagnosed me with Glandular Fever. Apparently, if you take the particular antibiotics I had been given and happen to have glandular fever at the same time, you will automatically develop a rash like mine. It seems that the odds were piled in my favour this time yet somehow I still get screwed over and now I have Glandular Fever.
Thankfully, I don't have most of the symptoms. The only real symptom of glandular fever that I have is constant tiredness, which I had already, previously known as laziness.
After sleeping in, watching TV and going to the doctors as my only activity for the day, that night I went to bed feeling absolutely EXHAUSTED.
Researched the alternative medication I had been given for my rash/glandular. The key symptom of glandular is exhaustion, while one of the side effects of my medication is INSOMNIA.
Another possible side effect of my medication is psychotic aggression. Watch out, is all I have to say.
Saturday
Did nothing all day and prepared for a friend's 18th. For a while I'd had a really good feeling about this night and was definitely looking forward to some fun times.
Due to my slight illness and medication, I decided that I would drink less than I usually do. This worked for about 1.5 hours, when I decided that I was fine and could handle my normal amount of vodka and coke.
This may sound like a bad excuse, but I honestly believe that the medication I had been on, mixed with alcohol, really fucked with my head. It was like I was a completely different person. I did things that I would NEVER usually do, and I have no recollection of doing any of them.
Random, uncharacteristic things I did and then regretted include:
- Offering to give a female friend of mine her first orgasm
- Extremely offensive and unacceptable dirty dancing with unwilling participants
- Spending at least one hour chatting to the bday girl's extended family, revealing my emotional insecurities and family problems
- Telling my friend how attractive I think their older sibling is (now that's just uncomfortable for everyone involved)
- Taking my clothes off and using the self-timer in choreographed sexual positions with Selena and;
- Showing another friend how hard I can punch, using their thigh
All of these things are things that I would not usually do, no matter how off my tree I was. This is why, days later, the sick feeling in my stomach has not subsided when usually it lasts for 48 hours max.
I had told my parents that I would be home relatively early, seeing as the party finished at 12:30. The party did not finish until the early hours of the morning. Sondheim and I caught a taxi to his house, at which I drank some more and then eventually walked home. I called RSVP at 6am and definitely said really weird things that I doubt were based in truth but that I can't even remember, let alone recant.
When I eventually arrived home, I somehow was no longer wearing shoes. I genuinely have no idea how this happened. Instead I was wearing a pair of oversized, novelty Essendon Football Club slippers that Sondheim had given me. What a mess.
Sunday
Woke up at about 3pm. At this stage I hadn't been reminded of many of the details of my behaviour, so I wasn't too ashamed.
I did, however, re-read a message that I had sent to about 5 of my friends that night after leaving the party. It starts off relatively coherent but just goes downhill from there. I will fully transcribe this text message word for word, or letter for letter, as most of it does not consist of real words.
"So I may not be allowed home but where are you? If you're getting b-fast or you're lunch save is let m r rlee know nick know ee! I love you!!!! :._) xixx"
I wish I could provide an explanation of what I was trying to express.
That night I went to CookieDough's house with a couple of other friends to film his media project, which was already weeks overdue. It was a slow process but I didn't mind because it was actually really fun.
That night was reminded of many stupid things that I did on Saturday night. Actually, 'reminded' probably isn't the best word, seeing as I still don't actually remember any of them. Instead, I felt like these people were telling me stories about a completely different person. This person, I have decided, is not someone I would like to be friends with.
I will never drink alcohol while on medication again.
