(Title is from Muse’s ‘Time Is Running Out’ – yes, I’m a rock chick when I wanna be)
Let’s do something a little different and pretend this is a play with only 2 characters.
Setting: Car
Characters: Me, Father
Time: 8 pm (after French class)
Moods:
Me – Period pain has subsided slightly (despite me earlier wanting to sue the pants off Panadol for taking so long – Nurofen, I shall never forsake you again) but I am still in pain.
Dad – I find out later that he’s still in a pissy mood
I called home, asking to be picked up from uni because I had been in unspeakable pain then, trying not to fall to the floor, and hunched over during class (though that helped to stop my tutor from asking me to answer questions, I think). You don’t need to know the exact details – the whole script revolves around me going ‘mmm’ and trying not to retort because then I’ll be a rude, ungrateful daughter (though I couldn’t help myself a few times) and my dad just ranting his head off about anything and everything in particular about my rubbish results, having everything handed to me on a silver platter *cue yawn because which one of us hasn’t heard this about a billion times now*, not maximing my opportunities, and then he stops himself from saying ‘fuck’ even though the ‘ffff’ sound was very clearly distinct.
Outside of the planned script (cause it certainly seems planned everytime he launches into his little tirade that has never failed to make me feel like it’s never going to end), was I really meant to tell you that I took $120 from the ATM to pay for my textbooks? That wasn’t the case last year (I didn’t buy any last semester), so how the hell was I meant to know and why on earth are you getting crabby at me? I mopped the fucking floor, didn’t I? And I didn’t accompany my dear cousin today, even though that’s what friends (maybe that word is foreign to him when it involves somebody else that is not him) do, what more with my closest. And you yelling at me this morning after you got off the phone with lousy phone operators for the cable TV – really, must you get annoyed at me just because I did, well, nothing to offend you?
Someone needs to get over himself and it sure as hell isn’t me because I used ‘himself’. Bleh. Annoyed fathers.
I dunno what’s up with the numerous brackets. Isn’t it brilliant (that word somehow NEEDS to be said with a posh London accent) how many I shoved in? Brilliant. BRILLIANT. Love that word!
Moving along now. 
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There’s been a drought here, hasn’t there? Of pictures, I mean. And since DB has been spoiling me big time, I just went around my room taking photos.
I’m a lucky girl, I know. 
Just because I said I was crazy over this for awhile.
Yes, I like Kate Moss and this EDT, and I’ve only been wishing that Topshop will just decide to open up here!
After I told Trina he bought me that, she said he ruined the birthday present she had planned for me. So she went and bought me the body lotion. Lol!
Massive hot pink dreamcatcher – after I told him I get really weird dreams and even relate some of them to him.
This is what happened to that lovely bouquet of lillies after Jo helped me dry them in a big bundle. I reckon glass jars are cheap decorating staples!
I guess he didn’t like me keeping my accessories in plastic boxes with compartments, despite me trying to organise them everytime I get the chance. Hehe.
I finally have both bottles! The one on the left is the T’Gallant Juliet Pinot Noir and the other is the T’Gallant Juliet Moscato. Aren’t they pretty?
Yes, I realise the picture’s blur. Trinity thinks it’s pretty! Dress from Kookai. Since when did they mark down their stuff to below $25?! Why didn’t ANYONE tell me?! It was $24, megod. On a completely separate note, don’t like going shopping with DB because he insists on paying for my stuff.
That, and he buys me things he promised he wouldn’t.
Not very recognisable from that picture. No, he didn’t buy me an entire collection of John Lennon’s music.
Is this clearer? Wait, no, maybe not.
Yeah, it’s an Apple iPod Touch.
So this is how it went because I just HAVE to insist that I did say not to buy it, hmmph. BRAT!
We were talking on the phone two nights ago.
Me: So my lecturer records his lectures on video, and we can see the PowerPoint slides as we hear him speak. Too bad I don’t… wait, no, not telling you.
DB: What? Why?
Me: Well, I don’t want you to buy it. Everytime I tell you about things, you go out and buy them for me.
DB: So you’re not gonna tell me things? That hurts my feelings.
Me: Umm…. well, you have to promise you’re not gonna buy it.
DB: Maybe.
Me: Okay, so I was saying that it’s too bad I don’t have an iPod Touch. I should’ve agreed when my bro offered to buy me one, so I can watch the lectures too.
DB: Mmm.. yeah. I wouldn’t have bought you an Apple anyway.
(He hates Apple)
Me: Okay.
(and then the conversation went onto other stuff)
The next day, I call him to say I’ve finished class early and he tells me to do him a favour and come to the bus-stop. I was surprised since he didn’t have class and we didn’t plan anything. Next thing I know, we’re sitting outside when he tells me he has a present for me. Our six-month anniversary present. I said I’d wait till the actual day (MONDAY!!) till I open it, and that I have great willpower (yeah, whatever =.=), whilst still praying he wasn’t crazy enough to buy me an iPod Touch. When I mentioned this, he said, ‘Nahhh, I didn’t buy you that.’ PHEW! Then he said that it has an expiry date. I asked him if he wanted me to open it, and he replied no, that I should open it when I want to. So I didn’t.
Until we were sitting opposite each other in the Japanese restaurant. And he said, ‘I want you to open it.’
And so I did, slowly; I have this thing about trying not to rip wrappers. I sat there in shock, going OMGod, as I stared at it, now unwrapped.
‘You said you didn’t buy it for me!’
‘Well, I really didn’t plan on buying it for you last night. Then today, I just wanted to buy you an iPod!’
=.=” X10000000
‘You said you wouldn’t buy me an Apple!’
He looked at me like I was a 5 year old, and tried not to burst out laughing.
=.=” X 999999999999
Fine. Me is gullible. Him and his contract law mumbo-jumbo defence. It took me a longer while later that night to open the actual box. It’s brilliant, really (not just me trying to use that word again). I loved the features when my bro explained it to me and now, I love this one. It’s awesome sitting in uni, using the wifi. Youtube, yay!
*cough*
I mean, lecture videos!
Oops. *fat grin*
Now, I have pretty photos.
Mooloolaba’s Dockside.
A sign outside a cafe in Eumundi. Hehe, cute, innit?
Outside a shop selling touristy stuff.
Sweet.
And one from tonight:
Fettucini Di Pesto – with sundried tomatoes, olives and spinach leaves. It was positively DROWNING in olive oil. Yummy goodness, I tell you.
Hey… guess what I feel like?
A fricken Happy Meal. *sigh*
I think it’s also cause I’ve been listening to Lee Hom all day and it keeps going back to that song he recorded for McD’s.
‘Pa-da-pa-da-da!’
I blaming my time of month for this! So not lovin’ it.
