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Monday, January 11
I'm feeling wordy and distracted, and I haven't blogged in almost a week so I'll treat you guys to a fat post loaded with words and photos to make up for it.
Other than catching up on my mound of homework, a lot of other stuff has happened. First off, I wandered the city with Van on Saturday. We were only supposed to go for a couple of hours, then drop by to this party but it got postponed. Which was a good thing, because when you pair me (notoriously and unfortunately never on time), and Van (cursed with every awkward situation known to man), you get very unfortunate untimely adventures.
First off, there was trackwork on my station. One thing lead to the next, I eventually reached a strange station and jumped on a random train, thinking 'at least I'm moving, even if it's to the wrong place...'. Only to find out that I was on Van's train. Now you'd think we'd have reached a happy ending. I mean, we've found each other right, now we head out to Circular Quay and have a fabulous day out. Wrong. We somehow both went on the same WRONG TRAIN, and only realised when we were in Paddington. Which is waaaaaaaaaaaay north of our destination.
Then we were stalked by a scary Asian lady, her middle aged Aussie friend, and their compact camera. No seriously, I was not imagining. We were in a SECLUDED PLACE WITH NOTHING GREAT TO CAPTURE ON A CAMERA. Other than us, but we weren't that good of a spectacle, I dont think. So anyway, they started following us when we tried to escape, and we ended up running in our heels, poking heaps of holes in grass and almost dying in the process.
AND THEN, Van managed to lose her phone. We retraced our steps, we called her phone 50 times, we even went through my camera's photos to see if we could spot her phone, and hence track down its possible location. A few exhausting hours later, her mum calls my phone. Which really frightens me now that I think of it, how on earth does Van's mother have my mobile number?!? But anyway, it turns out a foreign (hopefully sexy European) man was just about to leave the country when he found Van's phone. So he called Van's mum to tell her he left it at the info desk because his flight was due and he didn't have time to find us. Which is kind of a shame. Only if he was a sexy European man under 25 that is.
Accompanying photos:
Starbucks drinks that I suspect were POISONED. I dont know, my Starberries&Cream frapuccino was disgustingly sweet and induced nausea after three sips. And we poured 5 satchets of sugar into Van's iced latte, to the point that it was LITERALLY SATURATED in sugar, and it was still bitter.
Magic staircase that lead to this beautiful park, where we took a giant batch of silly photos:
"Fish face"
"Teeny-Bopper faces"
One of the many winking photos we took, where we were actually in sync.
HAHA WE LOOK LIKE GIANT HEADS STUCK ON BABY BODIES IN THESE
Before we left, I dragged Van to the Lindt Cafe to pick up some macaroons so we could try them:
1 Peach and 1 Vanilla and 3 strawberry macaroooooooooons.
THEY ARE HEAVENLY. Even though they kind of cracked and melted by the time I got home. BUT OH MY GOD. YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND UNTIL YOU TRY THESE.
What I was expecting: crumbly sugary biscuit-like things
What I got: heaven in your mouth. No seriously. Let me describe the sensation to you: first your mouth envelopes the macaroon and your teeth sinks into it, cracking through the super-thin egg-like sugary shell both top and bottom. Then you slid through the gooey, spongey fruit-flavoured meringue-like mushy stuff, then through the thick creamy ganache, until your teeth finally meet again and the bite you took melts in your mouth. I only bought 5 but I'm majorly regretting it right now.
Other things that have happened over the past two days:
- I think I'm suffering from some sort of HSC-induced insomnia. I wake up at 7-8 every morning, do school work, go to work late into the night (usually until 11:30), get home and shower, finally sleeping at around one or two in the morning, then I wake up again at the same time the next morning. No matter what I've done the day before, how many cans of Pepsi I've drunk, or how many nosebleeds I've suffered during the night.
- I drove for the very first time yesterday, almost six months after I bothered to get my license. AND BOY AM I GLAD, I don't think I would have had the brain power to drive 6 months ago, let alone now. I was driving in a deserted carpark at 3 in the afternoon on a sunny summer day, and I almost died countless times. When I panicked, I'd do the wrong thing (accelerate instead of brake, vice versa), signal the wrong way, turn the wrong way when reversing, tangle my hands up when steering rapidly on sharp turns, park very very crookedly, or somehow end up on the curb. I don't think I'll ever be able to drive.
Before I go, what I wore out:
Headband: self made
Heart-shaped sunnies: Equip
Gold chunky necklace: Diva
Cropped top: not idea where, the tag disappeared
Striped drapey skirt: Bardot
Patent belt: Forcast
Cagey platform heels: RMK