Curly Hair @ MindSay

in the photo from left to right: traci, melissa, sam, nina, shezz, naomi, me, lauren, laura and brooke.

 

 

well last night was my year 12 formal. overall it was a good evening. there were however a few hiccups throughout the day.

i started getting ready for the formal at 2pm when i went to the hair dressers. i loved my hair, however i had a few pieces of hair left down from the upstyle, they were curly, but the heat made them drop, but they still looked good.

i got home from the hair dressers at about 3.30-ish, would have been earlier, but mum had to pick nat up from school. i came home and went straight down stairs with all of my makeup and my dress as it was like 5 degrees cooler down stairs.

at about 4.30 i started to apply the makeup. it turned out nice, it took me a half hour, but the end result was pleasing. i got into my dress, put the shoes on and went up stairs, only to be harrassed by my younger sister (who was taking the photos) and by mum who controlled the video camera. i went outside and had photos taken with my family.

nina arrived at my house at about 5.15 and we both had photos taken.

at about 5.30 we left to go to the memorial park in wollongong to meet up with the rest of the clan to have photos as one group. it was sooo windy. most of the photos had everyone fussing of their blown hair.

we left abit after 6 to go to the formal at win entertainment centre. the pre-drinks wasnt too exciting, but it was good to see everyone with their parents and whoever.

abit after 7, the entree was served, then followed the main meal and then dessert. the food was nice, it was better then the food at the year 10 formal. there were alot of photos taken throughout the night and alot of twirlling done..lol.

nina, shezz, sam and i left abit before 11, on our way to coonies. mind you, my feet were now killing me. we got outside of coonies and waited ages to actually get in. but once we were in, we got a drink and hit the dance floor. my legs felt like lead, and it was so hot on the dance floor, and i wasnt too keen on people spilling their drinks on my dress. we moved to the other part of coonies to sit down. we pretty much stayed there the rest of the night.

i saw these 3 guys sit in a booth with this girl, who was with her boyfriend but he went to get drinks, and when he came back, the girl and the boyfriend left. the 3 guys were left in the booth. 1 of the 3 came over to our table and asked as if we'd like to un-bore their situation as there were 3 of them and at that time 3 of us (sam had gone to get a drink) but i explained that there were actually 4 of us and that would just totally imbalance the whole ratio of 3:3. i looked over at the 2 other guys and low and behold one of them was my next door neighbour!! haha..i cacked up laughing!

a moment later we were approached by a guy who soon become known to be tim, he had a bet going with his friends about why we were all dressed up, but he soon left when he found out that he won the bet. shezz left to get a drink and then tim came back over, sat in shezz's seat and said that he was keeping it warm for her, we chatted but when shezz came back he left.

nina and sam pointed out that tim had gotten up from his table of friends and went somewhere, so, they dared me to sit in his seat and say that i was just keeping it warm for him, and i did..suprise, suprise. but when he came back i got up and left.

when a booth was free we moved to there, much more comfy. we were then graced with the presence of angus, who was apparently scottish, hence he had scotch and coke..lol. he moved to australia when he was 13.

when angus left, we were soon rejoined with tim, once again. he pretty much stayed the rest of the night with us, with his friend mark and some random (colin) and steve (he looks like pedro) until he had to go. lets just say that the space between us soon shrank, with the encouragement from certain people....

when tim and his friends left, guys from our school came to join us. sam's dress ended up stained with jim bean, the floor soon flooded by alcohol, daniel got slapped by sam like 3 times..haha so funny and pranga's bottle got broken.

in the taxi on the way home, it was soo completely and utterly hilarious! the taxi driver, after finding out we went to berkeley, came to the conclusion that we were rebels or something..well he probably thought that we were skanks or something, well after what i was going on about anyway and what he just assumed..haha it was so funny! he gave us great advice! hahahahaha

sam is so hilarious when she is pissed! haha she falls all over the place..lol

we got home at about 3am, went to sleep about 4am and i woke up at about 7. so, 3 hours sleep, and suprisingly im not tired..lol

but i must say, that friends can be very persuasive! and overall, it was a great night.

 

YES!one point for the madz!

i got the little josh's #!!


heh....so i'll be callin him eventually....
i dont wanna look to creepy-clingy
 and call him a bunch before he even gets home....


that woud just seem scary.

so yes.

i am pleased.

straitened my hair today..../

everyone SAID it looked nice....

but we all KNOW how people can be....

right?

well, i DO like it.....

but i wanna have my hair curly...


but not permed....

im gonna be curlin it on my own...

fun.

had 2 tests today..

spanish and english....
both extremely easy.
so THAT was a wawste of learning time.

i feel bad for joe...cuz

i dunno...
i havnt been payin much attention to him lately.


hmmmm..lately i've been talkin to dion a lot....

damn...he is so funny.....

he sits next to me at lunch.....

its never boring......







































never.

i wish my hair was curlier.

i wrote a lot of crap today.  it sucked a lot, but sometimes you just have to write anyway, even if it sucks a lot.

there was this one time that i took a nap and i forgot things that were going on.  rarely does this happen.  i usually think about things even while i'm sleeping.  i'm that good.

i don't forget things.  i'm like an elephant.  or maybe more like a little spotted donkey, sort of cute, furry, and an unexpectedly colorful ass.  and i like to bray.  heeehawwww.

god, donkeys are awesome.

listening to bo diddley and muddy waters and howlin' wolf and robert johnson (who may or may not have sold his soul to the devil) is soul food.  black music is better music.

i'm dancing around what i'm really thinking.

last night i was talking with josh about his ex girlfriend's deep psychosis and the troubles upon our souls.  rob burst into the room and cried out, "would you fuck a cat if it had a bag over its head?"

i had a dream my eyes were keyholes and i took center stage!  i do declare.  love her madly.

i feel terrible.

***

you do not see yourself as a fat person,
as a beautiful or ugly person,
you do not see yourself with color in the eyes,
you see yourself riddled with keyholes like bullet holes,
you do not see yourself walking amongst the crowd,
you do not understand much or anything,
you do not see your white body
in the corner of the shower, curled in a ball,
letting water run down over your back and your thighs and your pink toes
and seeming very foreign and staring at the tiles,
you do not see yourself in the arms of anyone,
kissed and talked to very softly like a puppy,
confirmed in the flesh,
molded by fingers,
you do not even see your footprints or the indentation your body leaves
in the grass or a bed,
you do not see your own form, a negative space cut from a background,
not unlike billowing blobs and wallowing molecules,
you see yourself as a waxing gibbous, or maybe some sort of amoebal disengagement, breaking off from
the gak of the ethereal
and onward into the adventursome yonder!
(you remember gak, a green substance produced by nickelodeon when you were twelve and have decided to rip it off in a poem)
there is no sense in what you are or are not,
yodeling mightily with whatever throatsong you might be able to make, it is all nonsensical growls,
there is no sense at all,
there are howls and honest sobs signifying nothing,
doing nothing,
being nothing,
in nothing is all,
we fade, i fade,
i shall
be free
because freedom is nothing too,
nothing not even air and
all i can do
is mock the mockingbird call
never getting
at the silver tune, barbed and serrated,
i can say only something white-tailed,
chirruping from my ash gray, elated from nonsense
walloped gaiety
and never satiated, i can't get no,
forgive and forget
your inside, your gut memorabilia
you've collected over the years,
stall the visitors from the doors to the hearthouse,
close the shutters on the windows to the ribcage,
do not let in the crazy uncle
or the mulatto half-brother
the slutty platinum blond or the
fuddy-duddy grandma, do not let in anyone
pull the pall of tablecloth over the table setting, the silver cutting knife and the butterball turkey,
there will be no more visitors to the insides

Well last night I made an entry then I went to bed but something else decided to happen. In short my bed broke...agian. It was due but luckly my mom had gotten me a new bed earlier that day. Although I still had to sleep on the floor. It wasn't bad but It was a little weird. The new bed still isn't up yet but should be either today or tomorrow.  Other then that nothing new has happened in the last 24 hours that I haven't reported. I did braid my hair last night and it's curly today. I also hurts my nose so I look like Rudolph. Well at least it's not a wart lol. Anyways I have nothing else to report and I don't like making 2 posts in one day, so whatever happens you'll just have to wait till tomorrow to hear. (not like much is going to happen) Well ciyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

~Rhiannon  

::UPDATE::
Well My mom has been trying to find this tool to use to make my bed but alas it has not yet been found. It's getting late so she wants to get it done but she's using the wrong thing and getting hurt. I keep telling her it's ok and she doesn't have to do it right away, but noooo. I think it's because in 20 years she'll be like "you see this, you see this!? You did this to me along with many other things and now I'm getting old so you better repay me." or whatever. She just wants to rat on me and finds this a good excuse. Anyway if the bed doesn't get finished tonight (which it most likely won't) I'll have to sleep somewhere else because my room is cluttered with wood (??) and other bed stuffs.

I've got 10 minutes to get ready to venture out and just wanted to post before my adventures.  I wish I could just go visit the grandbaby instead of working but such is life.  It will take time to tame my mane of poodles everywheres.  I hope we are not short handed at work as my feet were aching before I even stepped upon this morning.  Good luck to me as it were.  I recently "broke up" with an entire group of friends that lived for self inflicted delusional drama.  Self created decietful gossip is their passion in which they love.  There is enough negative without opting for additional sources of it.  Poof! They be gone.