Dreamt that some fat bitch stole my cheeseburgers so I made her buy them again but suddenly I was naked.
Last full week of school. Ever.
Had Italian Conversation Class after school like every Monday. Tried not to laugh at other students speaking neither Italian or English.
Tuesday
Organised a singing lesson with Buddy, in return for the tap shoes I had lent him the previous week. Caught the tram with CookieDough and went via McDonalds, where we had our usual extra meal in between lunch and dinner. Coined the term 'Dunch', a fictitious meal in between lunch and dinner. It is now a common occurrence for me.
Had a singing lesson in which my voice, once again, was completely different to how it has ever been before. My inconsistency is very frustrating. One day, I'm singing and I like to think I am doing pretty okay, or at least I am somewhat better than Dean K. The next day, however, I will sound like a cat being drowned after swallowing a kazoo.
Tuesday
Organised a singing lesson with Buddy, in return for the tap shoes I had lent him the previous week. Caught the tram with CookieDough and went via McDonalds, where we had our usual extra meal in between lunch and dinner. Coined the term 'Dunch', a fictitious meal in between lunch and dinner. It is now a common occurrence for me.
Had a singing lesson in which my voice, once again, was completely different to how it has ever been before. My inconsistency is very frustrating. One day, I'm singing and I like to think I am doing pretty okay, or at least I am somewhat better than Dean K. The next day, however, I will sound like a cat being drowned after swallowing a kazoo.
Met a friend of Buddy's who was hilariously mental with an equally crazy afro. Was embarrassed in the car when aspects of my previous Saturday night were brought to everyone's attention.
Found out that my mother had, once again, gone to great lengths to ruin my life. While on a holiday with her sister (because apparently when you have no job and don't do anything else around the house, you deserve a holiday), she took it upon herself to call my work and tell them that I wouldn't be coming in anymore because I have glandular fever. She told them I wouldn't be able to work for at least two weeks because I might infect young children. Firstly, the doctor said I did not need to be isolated because it can only be passed on from saliva contact. I am pretty fucking sure I don't go round spitting on children's faces at work. In fact, I don't do anything. She did exactly what I have forbidden her not to and even writing about this, I am livid.
So now I am officially screwed. I don't have a job for two weeks. I get paid at the end of every month, which is really shit already, but now at the end of November I am going to be getting paid for two shifts. This will equate to approximately $168. This measly amount is, apparently, supposed to get me through all of November.
Things I need to spend money on in November:
-Last weeks of high school/Muck-up Day
-My Birthday
-4 weeks of holidays
Wednesday
Had a dream in which my brother had a DVD of Will & Grace. Watched it with him, until it turned into a porno between the main characters.
Walking home from school, went past a man with a van. On the side of the van was written, in peeling letters, "ELTHAM WORMS". Upon looking through his window, I learned that there are people out there whose job it is to harvest, breed and then distribute worms.
Had infuriating arguments with my parents regarding singing lessons. With my end of year VCE Music Recital in a matter of days, I was told that I shouldn't be having two singing lessons on the following evening with two teachers. My mother had organised, without telling me, for my elderly, 70yo+ grandfather to drive me to the original lesson from my house. Why couldn't she drive me? Oh, because she didn't "feel like driving". Her words, not mine. Yet I am the selfish one for wanting to have two lessons on one night, even though one of them would be free.
Was then told by Mother Dearest that I shouldn't even be having any lessons, seeing as I am not planning on studying music next year. If i'm not continuing with it fully, then "What's the point?". She says this now, but as soon as I am performing for someone or succeed in any capacity she bursts onto the proverbial stage to play the role of the supportive parent, basking in any glory she can take.
Thursday
My English class went outside towards to the end of the day to study in the sun. As soon as we walked out into a nice garden area, dark brooding clouds appeared and the sun went to shine somewhere else where no one was.
Laughed a lot when talking to my English teacher, who started discussing the stigma of homosexuality in schools and how she is considered a lesbian by many for no reason other than the fact she occasionally wears leather boots. She then started saying that even if she was gay, "it wouldn't be anyone else's business whatsoever. It's got nothing to do with them who I have sex with, that's my choice. I mean, I could fuck a dog if I really wanted."
Had my two singing lessons, in the end. While my mother sat at home doing nothing except complain about how busy she is, I had to resort to asking one of my singing teachers to drive me to my other singing teacher's house. What a joke.
Was helped immensely by both of them but also freaked out at how unprepared and crap I was, three days before my recital.
Friday
The end of the last full week of high school, ever. Also the last full day of classes, ever.
It feels very strange to say that and even now, it still feels surreal. I've waited so many years to get out of a place I've hated so much. Now that I'm finally at the end, I don't hate it quite so much and I haven't even been hanging out for the end of the year. Alas, it is well and truly on its way and I'm not sure what to say about that.
That evening I had nothing to do and nor did my friend for whom I STILL cannot think of a good nickname. For now, I shall refer to her as Blondie.
Blondie came and picked me up and we went driving aimlessly. Eventually wound up in Ivanhoe. While looking for a carpark, I received a call from Selena that scared the life out of me. She told me that people had just been discussing things that I did at the party the week before that I was obviously not aware of. She also said that these things were so shocking and so inappropriate that she did not feel comfortable repeating these stories.
I am mortified. I had no idea what she was talking about but was so scared of what I could have possibly done. Eventually, I had to get her to send it to me in a message. Apparently, I had a sexual experience that I completely forgot about. I highly doubt that this is actually true and will have to clarify that over the next week or so.
But no, that wasn't even the bad part. Days after the party, one of the Bday Girl's friends went up to her and informed her that she had witnessed someone who she was sure was me, literally masturbating in the middle of the party. Jacking off. Apparently there were many other people around and I just whipped it out and gave it a bit of a pull.
This is possibly the sickest thing I have ever heard in my life and for a horrifying minute there I actually thought that maybe, just maybe, it was true. I had no recollection of any of the other crazy and stupid things I did that night, after all. At the same time, I knew that this is something I would NEVER do, no matter what situation I was in. Besides, I was drunk as a skunk. I couldn't have even done it properly if i had tried.
After borderline hyperventilating in the car with Blondie for at least 7 minutes, one of her remarks triggered something. As I was trying to figure out what on earth the true story was, she reminded me that I had that stupid allergic rash from the medication i was on.
I HAD A RASH!!!
I never though I'd be so excited to say that I had a rash that extended to my inner thighs. Obviously this girl had seen my subtly turn my body away from the crowd of people and scratch my inner thigh for a good 20 seconds to relieve myself from my itchy rash. The wave of relief that I had not, in fact, participated in my own, one-man public circle-jerk felt better than any sort of masturbation.
Saturday
Slept in, did very little. Eventually it was late afternoon/early evening and I headed over to GymStar's house to help set up for her 18th party. I especially wanted to go early seeing as I had to leave at 8:30pm due to my music recital the next morning.
For the first time in my entire adolescence, I went to an alcohol-fuelled party and did not drink. Even I am surprised and impressed with myself. Obviously I do have priorities and I could never sing properly in the early morning if I had been drinking the night before but it was a shame seeing as it was one of my oldest friend's 18th. I had a nice night though, for the brief time I was there.
Watched Smelly begin drinking her massive goon sack, which made me feel sick watching. Was both disappointed and relieved that I did not witness the aftermath.
Sunday
The day of my VCE Music Recital.
Got up at 8:00am and went for a walk with my dogs. Not for exercise, of course. Instead, I went in order to warm up my voice without waking up my family. Instead, I probably woke up the inhabitants of each house I passed with my lip trills, N-G sirens and octave slides. Sorry, Eltham North!
Felt totally unprepared but had to leave the house anyway to avoid being late. When I got there 30 minutes early was obviously judged by the dedicated music students who had probably slept over in the carpark and had been warming up their respective instruments since dawn.
Had 15 minutes in a practice room and was disgusted at the budget and facilities of Camberwell Boys' Grammar. At my school we don't even have tables to write on... we have to use music stands for all of our work. We have two classrooms and two practice rooms and one of our pianos is beyond tuning. Seeing their music department made. me. sick.
During my practice time my voice continuously cracked and a freakish amount of mucus was lodged in between each of my vocal cords. Perfect!
I went in and just got stuck into it. Was obviously nervous when my right foot had a life of its own and would not stay still or on the ground, instead it was trembling uncontrollably. Most of my songs went well, despite a few notes in which the drowning cat with the kazoo returned, however, I hope these were overshadowed by the slightly less painful ones.
After my recital I went to a friend's 18th birthday. To this day I have no idea why someone would have a party on a Sunday from 4pm - 7pm. It baffles me.
Nonetheless, there was still plenty of drinking and plenty of laughs. Afterwards some of us went back to his house and I felt uncomfortable when some of his closest friends didn't come back and instead me and my friends were there, when we're not really that close with the Bday Guy.
After eventually feeling very unwanted by about 1:00am, namely after CookieDough tried on a miniature denim dress with oversized pink buttons, we caught a taxi to go to Crispy's house instead. RSVP.com had previously left the party in order to meet his internet lover and eventually met us back at Crispy's.
Instead of actually going to his house we instead went to his apartment complex's recreation room, which was more like a luxury apartment in itself with a kitchen, balcony looking onto the pool, library and sitting room. It even came with its own bottle of wine, which we took upon ourselves to drink.
The others went to bed early and CookieDough and I continued to have a fucking crazy, random night full of laughter and at one stage intense conversations until a truly ungodly hour.
We went to bed after 5:00am and dreaded waking up to go to school the next morning, still drunk.
More to come about the last week of school NEXT WEEK.
Found out that my mother had, once again, gone to great lengths to ruin my life. While on a holiday with her sister (because apparently when you have no job and don't do anything else around the house, you deserve a holiday), she took it upon herself to call my work and tell them that I wouldn't be coming in anymore because I have glandular fever. She told them I wouldn't be able to work for at least two weeks because I might infect young children. Firstly, the doctor said I did not need to be isolated because it can only be passed on from saliva contact. I am pretty fucking sure I don't go round spitting on children's faces at work. In fact, I don't do anything. She did exactly what I have forbidden her not to and even writing about this, I am livid.
So now I am officially screwed. I don't have a job for two weeks. I get paid at the end of every month, which is really shit already, but now at the end of November I am going to be getting paid for two shifts. This will equate to approximately $168. This measly amount is, apparently, supposed to get me through all of November.
Things I need to spend money on in November:
-Last weeks of high school/Muck-up Day
-My Birthday
-4 weeks of holidays
-The end of exams
-Graduation
-SCHOOLIES
Is this some kind of sick joke?
Thanks a lot, mum.
Is this some kind of sick joke?
Thanks a lot, mum.
I. am. screwed.
Wednesday
Had a dream in which my brother had a DVD of Will & Grace. Watched it with him, until it turned into a porno between the main characters.
Walking home from school, went past a man with a van. On the side of the van was written, in peeling letters, "ELTHAM WORMS". Upon looking through his window, I learned that there are people out there whose job it is to harvest, breed and then distribute worms.
Had infuriating arguments with my parents regarding singing lessons. With my end of year VCE Music Recital in a matter of days, I was told that I shouldn't be having two singing lessons on the following evening with two teachers. My mother had organised, without telling me, for my elderly, 70yo+ grandfather to drive me to the original lesson from my house. Why couldn't she drive me? Oh, because she didn't "feel like driving". Her words, not mine. Yet I am the selfish one for wanting to have two lessons on one night, even though one of them would be free.
Was then told by Mother Dearest that I shouldn't even be having any lessons, seeing as I am not planning on studying music next year. If i'm not continuing with it fully, then "What's the point?". She says this now, but as soon as I am performing for someone or succeed in any capacity she bursts onto the proverbial stage to play the role of the supportive parent, basking in any glory she can take.
Thursday
My English class went outside towards to the end of the day to study in the sun. As soon as we walked out into a nice garden area, dark brooding clouds appeared and the sun went to shine somewhere else where no one was.
Laughed a lot when talking to my English teacher, who started discussing the stigma of homosexuality in schools and how she is considered a lesbian by many for no reason other than the fact she occasionally wears leather boots. She then started saying that even if she was gay, "it wouldn't be anyone else's business whatsoever. It's got nothing to do with them who I have sex with, that's my choice. I mean, I could fuck a dog if I really wanted."
Had my two singing lessons, in the end. While my mother sat at home doing nothing except complain about how busy she is, I had to resort to asking one of my singing teachers to drive me to my other singing teacher's house. What a joke.
Was helped immensely by both of them but also freaked out at how unprepared and crap I was, three days before my recital.
Friday
The end of the last full week of high school, ever. Also the last full day of classes, ever.
It feels very strange to say that and even now, it still feels surreal. I've waited so many years to get out of a place I've hated so much. Now that I'm finally at the end, I don't hate it quite so much and I haven't even been hanging out for the end of the year. Alas, it is well and truly on its way and I'm not sure what to say about that.
That evening I had nothing to do and nor did my friend for whom I STILL cannot think of a good nickname. For now, I shall refer to her as Blondie.
Blondie came and picked me up and we went driving aimlessly. Eventually wound up in Ivanhoe. While looking for a carpark, I received a call from Selena that scared the life out of me. She told me that people had just been discussing things that I did at the party the week before that I was obviously not aware of. She also said that these things were so shocking and so inappropriate that she did not feel comfortable repeating these stories.
I am mortified. I had no idea what she was talking about but was so scared of what I could have possibly done. Eventually, I had to get her to send it to me in a message. Apparently, I had a sexual experience that I completely forgot about. I highly doubt that this is actually true and will have to clarify that over the next week or so.
But no, that wasn't even the bad part. Days after the party, one of the Bday Girl's friends went up to her and informed her that she had witnessed someone who she was sure was me, literally masturbating in the middle of the party. Jacking off. Apparently there were many other people around and I just whipped it out and gave it a bit of a pull.
This is possibly the sickest thing I have ever heard in my life and for a horrifying minute there I actually thought that maybe, just maybe, it was true. I had no recollection of any of the other crazy and stupid things I did that night, after all. At the same time, I knew that this is something I would NEVER do, no matter what situation I was in. Besides, I was drunk as a skunk. I couldn't have even done it properly if i had tried.
After borderline hyperventilating in the car with Blondie for at least 7 minutes, one of her remarks triggered something. As I was trying to figure out what on earth the true story was, she reminded me that I had that stupid allergic rash from the medication i was on.
I HAD A RASH!!!
I never though I'd be so excited to say that I had a rash that extended to my inner thighs. Obviously this girl had seen my subtly turn my body away from the crowd of people and scratch my inner thigh for a good 20 seconds to relieve myself from my itchy rash. The wave of relief that I had not, in fact, participated in my own, one-man public circle-jerk felt better than any sort of masturbation.
Saturday
Slept in, did very little. Eventually it was late afternoon/early evening and I headed over to GymStar's house to help set up for her 18th party. I especially wanted to go early seeing as I had to leave at 8:30pm due to my music recital the next morning.
For the first time in my entire adolescence, I went to an alcohol-fuelled party and did not drink. Even I am surprised and impressed with myself. Obviously I do have priorities and I could never sing properly in the early morning if I had been drinking the night before but it was a shame seeing as it was one of my oldest friend's 18th. I had a nice night though, for the brief time I was there.
Watched Smelly begin drinking her massive goon sack, which made me feel sick watching. Was both disappointed and relieved that I did not witness the aftermath.
Sunday
The day of my VCE Music Recital.
Got up at 8:00am and went for a walk with my dogs. Not for exercise, of course. Instead, I went in order to warm up my voice without waking up my family. Instead, I probably woke up the inhabitants of each house I passed with my lip trills, N-G sirens and octave slides. Sorry, Eltham North!
Felt totally unprepared but had to leave the house anyway to avoid being late. When I got there 30 minutes early was obviously judged by the dedicated music students who had probably slept over in the carpark and had been warming up their respective instruments since dawn.
Had 15 minutes in a practice room and was disgusted at the budget and facilities of Camberwell Boys' Grammar. At my school we don't even have tables to write on... we have to use music stands for all of our work. We have two classrooms and two practice rooms and one of our pianos is beyond tuning. Seeing their music department made. me. sick.
During my practice time my voice continuously cracked and a freakish amount of mucus was lodged in between each of my vocal cords. Perfect!
I went in and just got stuck into it. Was obviously nervous when my right foot had a life of its own and would not stay still or on the ground, instead it was trembling uncontrollably. Most of my songs went well, despite a few notes in which the drowning cat with the kazoo returned, however, I hope these were overshadowed by the slightly less painful ones.
After my recital I went to a friend's 18th birthday. To this day I have no idea why someone would have a party on a Sunday from 4pm - 7pm. It baffles me.
Nonetheless, there was still plenty of drinking and plenty of laughs. Afterwards some of us went back to his house and I felt uncomfortable when some of his closest friends didn't come back and instead me and my friends were there, when we're not really that close with the Bday Guy.
After eventually feeling very unwanted by about 1:00am, namely after CookieDough tried on a miniature denim dress with oversized pink buttons, we caught a taxi to go to Crispy's house instead. RSVP.com had previously left the party in order to meet his internet lover and eventually met us back at Crispy's.
Instead of actually going to his house we instead went to his apartment complex's recreation room, which was more like a luxury apartment in itself with a kitchen, balcony looking onto the pool, library and sitting room. It even came with its own bottle of wine, which we took upon ourselves to drink.
The others went to bed early and CookieDough and I continued to have a fucking crazy, random night full of laughter and at one stage intense conversations until a truly ungodly hour.
We went to bed after 5:00am and dreaded waking up to go to school the next morning, still drunk.
More to come about the last week of school NEXT WEEK.
