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[21 May 2005|12:04pm] |
Ok whoa, what a day I had yesterday.
All Sunday’s bloody fault.
I was at work and I get this call.
“Ollie, its Sunday”
“Why are you whispering?”
“I’m at school. In the corridor…err… outside the principals office.”
“Oh God Sunday”
“Ummm I kinda told them my parents are away and that my older half sister is in town and she is looking after me.”
“I’m only a year and a bit older then you Sun”
“Yeh I know…could you come and get me”
You should have seen the look on my face
“What exactly have you done”
“Well” she paused and I could tell she needed to phrase this carefully
“I sorta set this girl on fire”
I dropped the phone
“YOU DID WHAT?! SUNDAY!”
“Sorry! Sorry! It was sort of an accident”
“How could it be SORT of an accident?!”
“Just…come?”
“Fine”
so I get Lucy the mind the store and I get on a tram and ride over to Sundays exclusive private school. The thing is fucking massive and intimidating. Gah reminds me of MY hideous girls school. Anyway.
I go into reception and get looks for my pierced features and slight hippy appearance.
“You must be here for Sunday”
“Yes, you can tell can’t you. Where is she”
they point me to the principals office and I knock
“ENTER”
oh…don’t like Him already
he is like the godfather, god and the devil at the same time.
This balding, clean shaven ugly on the inside and out guy. And there is Sunday. Cowering in a chair.
“hello, I’m Ollie, Oliver Twist”
the principal gave me a look. I don’t know what made me say it. Teachers offices always send me back to my high school/college days. It makes me want to screw around and be a dick.
“Hello, Ms Twist, my Name is Mr Hardy” he managed to capitalise the N in Name.
“Hello!”
“This is about Sunday’s behaviour.”
“I guessed”
“I am aware that your parents, or one of them has contributed immensely to the school community and it would be sad to lose that…contribution. However Sunday’s behaviour is unacceptable.”
I look at Sunday who is not looking at all remorseful. More angry and upset
“Its seems to me that your treatment of Sunday is what is unacceptable. However I agree that Sunday shouldn’t set people on fire.”
The principal seemed confused. Had I just insulted him?
Sunday started to grin
“Now if you don’t mind. I’m going to take my little sister. I’m sure she will see you on Monday, probably with a fresh Zippo if I know Sunday. Good day”
I grabbed Sunday and dragged her out of the office.
I took her to my flat. Silence on the trams.
Once we got inside she was full of anger and apoligys and humor at my antics.
“I’m sorry, I probably got you into more trouble”
“With my parents yes, but not with school”
“I have a feeling you are not going to go home tonight”
“errr”
“I have a sofa bed”
Unfortunately I ended up sleeping in the sofa bed and Sunday slept in the bathtub
*cough* we may have got SLIGHTLY drunk
I can’t remember a thing
Where are my pants?
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[14 May 2005|11:02pm] |
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I’m longing for the rain right now, I want to curl up, eyes shut, listening to the rain.
This week has been good. Working at this new place, getting to know the people I work with. I’ve only met two of them so far. Sunday and Leim, both attractive youngens. Well around my age. I’m strangely attracted to this guy who keeps coming in… I keep wanting to throw him against the walls and make sweet sweet love to him. This is strange, I thought I was gay. Gay yet friendly I guess, I’m missing male closeness, I’ve always had close male friends around me. Male friends I can go to, sleep in the same bed with, cry to. Nothing sexual, but they have all moved away or we have grown apart.
Or maybe I just want sex
From anyone
No…naughty dirty dyke.
Oh well, I’m sure Sunday will tease me when she reads this. She has been made to go back to school poor kid so we have been plotting to…cause scenes at her school, funny shit.
Anyway, cheerio
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[10 May 2005|08:27pm] |
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Well, I’m in a fucking bad mood.
I had coffee with Lex today and I ended it. Yeh so wasn’t even a relationship. Funny thing was, I think this was something I just needed to get out of my system! Now that I had the girl I wanted I can move the hell on. I felt very little for her but contempt. Heh, and as soon as I was gone I turned and noticed her flirting with the waiter.
Dirty bisexuals…
Anyway, I went into that shop, the one that Sunday chick was talking about. One of my favourite bright and pretty things shops.
I don’t know if it was her working see. Because I didn’t ask and she didn’t say anything but yeah, I have a trial shift tomorrow with someone else on too… should be FUUUUN.
I’m really sleepy so I might call it tonight
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[08 May 2005|09:54pm] |
Its Sunday evening and this damn hangover is just not going away.
I guess its because its not just an alcohol hangover.
Whoooa. Never doing coke again.
Ok, so…
Um
Saturday night and Lexi’s friends party.
Look, I knew she wasn’t all shortbread and pigtails but Lex really let lose.
It was scary, I felt out of control, totally ripped…scared.
The owner of the club was the girls big bro so we had the place to ourselves, well it was a massive fucking party with people doing god knows what and throwing up all over the damn place.
I mean, hey, my kinda party after a fashion but I didn’t know anyone and Lexi…lex…she was fucking flirting with everyone, hardly paying me attention. I was a little wireded out. Then she convinced me to do some Coke. And through my ripped off my fucking nutheadfucker state I saw her making out with some guy while sitting on some other guys lap.
This morning, when we woke up in my flat she stretched and hug me and she was all…
All…
Sweet
All Lexi again.
I was confused and upset over last night, I don’t think she knew that I saw. Only a week into it and I’m wondering how I got here.
And I’m confused and I have to work tomorrow and I feel like dog shit.
Also, I have been talking to Tina at work and fuckluk me.
I need a new job. Apprently our wages are being practically cut in half.
Anyone in Melb know whose hiring. I live just off Brunswik Street? Yeh…. Anyway…
I guess I’ll call her tomorrow… ask her what is going on.
-pissed off Oliver
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Wow, pretty full on week.
After she left I just lazed around for the rest of the day
On Monday however, at work, my mum pops in and springs my grandparents who are down from Canberra on me.
I take them on a tour of my apartment with my mum (her damn idea) and as I’m talking to Grandma about cooking on my stove my mum calls out
“You have a message on the answering machine! I’ll play it!”
“ok” I call
then her voice starts to talk…HER and I get a cold sweat and my mum and my grandparents hear
“hey you, thank you so much for last night, I’m sorry if I ripped your bedsheets but wow, girl, best lay I’ve ever had. Give me a call tonight and we were arrange something, hope you had a good day at work too. See you!”
and I go BRIGHT red, my mother walks over to us and my family just stares at me.
I realise there is NO excuse that will work at this point so I just shrug and say
“Tea anyone”
“oh no dear…we best be off” My mother and her mother say in unison. Ergh I hope I never say anything like that.
So they shoo themselves out the door but before they are completely gone, my grandpa turns his head and winks at me. Crazy.
I wait till they are down the hall and halfway down the stairs before bursting into hysterical laughter.
The cats come over and sit on my lap (I’m shaking with laughter and against my door) looking worried.
I decided ringing her would be a good idea.
She picks up
“heeeey!”
“Hi there, how are you?”
“Good! How are you? How was work” she sounds so exited that its me. Sends shivers down my spine
“Ok…” then I tell her the story about my grandparents and the phone message and she laughs so hard she starts coughing on the other line.
“breath girl breath” I say grinning.
When she stopped laughing she invited me to coffee Wednesday lunch.
lunch
It was great, we laughed and talked about the most random things. She admitted that she is falling in love with me and I agreed. I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a while.
However, while we were at lunch we ran into Beanie, with a boy. Man am I worrying about that shit. I tried to pull her away and talk about it but it just wasn’t happening.
Gah I’m sick of writing “her” or “she” I’ll just put her name
Alexis invited me out to her friends birthday party on Saturday night (tonight), dinner then clubbing. I said
“as your date?”
“no, as my girlfriend” Lexi grinned
hello heart, having fun skipping a beat!? Arrrrrgh.
Should be fun
-Ollie
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[01 May 2005|05:59pm] |
Wow, ok. Holy fuck.
As readers of this small epic know “She” came over last night… for dinner, to catch up. I’m in bed with my laptop and lets just say I’m not exactly wearing all that much clothing. She just left, had to go in for a job interview.
( My night, including the dirty details. )
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[30 Apr 2005|06:24pm] |
She is in the bathroom, she looks magnificent. Actually I’m looking pretty hot too if I do say so myself. She tasted the sauce and said it tasted fantastic.
I want to do her.
She has also been flirting incredibly.
Going now.
Wish me luck
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[30 Apr 2005|01:40pm] |
Ok, so I have settled on pasta because its easy and everyone likes it. I’m making special ham sauce stuff that is all creamy and yummy. Mum used to make it.
I have cleaned up the flat. I even brushed the cats (much to their distaste). My hair however has gone insane. The rain is intense and I’m loving it, although cuddling on the deck might be a bit damp…
Shit, what am I thinking, we are just catching up.
This is NOT repeat NOT a date.
I think
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[28 Apr 2005|11:02pm] |
Yes, that is what I like to see, the rain came briefly and it cleared my head. I ran her. Went a bit like this
“Hi…its *myrealname*”
“Oh, from the café…and school Hi!”
“hi…how are you?”
“I’m good you?”
“Well, thank you. You asked me to ring you”
“oh…did you want to”
“Well…yes”
“good”
awkward silence.
“I think we should meet up” (her)
“Sure, I could cook dinner” WHY DID I SAY THIS?! WHY?! “I could cook”, my god what the hell.
“That would be great!” She seemed exited to I gave her my addy and told her to come Saturday night.
Ok, does this sound like a date to ANYONE else?
This is the girl. My first sexual encounter! The one that made my heart race
…and I’m meant to be cooking for her.
What should I COOK!?
SOMEONE?! HELP!
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*pants* WHY is it SO hot?!
This is MELBOURNE! We are meant to be muggy and cold and raining. Why is hot. I have a SUN burn.
I don't get sunburns. I'm the person who gets soaking freakin' wet in a light shower!
So I had work today. I love that cafe, we had one of my old school friends today. Well, um not friend but a bit of an old squeeze.
I had the biggest crushes on her but she was the year above me, I knew her through my tutor group and we got along really well and bitched about the teacher and some of the girls and boys. It ended up that I was in the gym cleaning up (my fault, I was bitchy to the teacher in PE) anyway, all the PE teachers were in a meeting in the staff room and this girl came in to give in a note or something. She waved and I smiled and went into the sotre room. She came and lent agasint the door and payed me out for being in trouble. Then, due to me being a fucker and clumsy, a whole shelf of balls came crashing down and I feel into the mess, onto my knees and in hysterical laughter. She ran over fell into the mess to and onto her knees next to me and started throwing the balls at me (they were soft). I threw a ball at her and she tackled me. My heart was ponding, this girl that I was totally obsessed with was on top of me and throwing balls at my face.
She ran out of balls or something but I remember her leaning down and whispering
"Wouldn't it be funny if someone walked in, totally the wrong impression"
I just giggle and pretended to struggle.
then, somehow she was kissing me, and not just kissing but passionate
"Oh my fuck I want you" kissing
luckly the door was shut, we rolled around, got up and kissed agasint walls. My hand went up her top and hers...god, hers went up my skirt and felt my leg.
then the door opened. Luckly the angle was right that we saw the door open before they saw anything. We dropped to the ground and picked up the balls, laughing as if we had just told a joke.
The teacher sent her out. I picked up the balls buzzing.
That was a friday, on monday she was away with school for some english thing... after that she came back for a day and I was SICK WITH THE FLU.
When I got back...her dad had been transfered to bloody tasmania (Army Brat) and they had gone...their stuff would be taken later...
I felt so...abandoned. It wasn't her fault... but something might have happened.
I've had a few loves since then. You know, real reationships...I still think about that day when it rains... because it rained that day. Hard and loudly and beautifully.
A lot of big things that have happened in my life have happened when it rains.
Anyway, she looked at me and looked confused.
"Hi" I said
"Hi...god I know you don't I"
"Yes, you do"
god she looked amazing... anyway
"From...school?"
"Yeh... I'm *myrealname*"
he face just...I don't know. It was amazing. Like she was remembering. Then she went bright red
"oh yeh, hi hi hi...umm...you...from tutor group"
"yes" I said...and I'm so ashamed of the next bit "And the PE store room"
She laughed at me! HA!
Well... she stayed for ages, with a friend. Tipped well and winked at me when she left. I thought I'd never see her again. I liked what I'd seen. Oh and heard. Its a waitresses right to overhear convasations of customers.
Yes...so... I thought that was that. But...I find out she gave Ti ti (tina, 24 year old, amazing big hair, loud and very very funny) a napkin (HOW ROMANTIC I MEAN REALLY!!) with her number on it and a brief message
"We have a lot of catching up to do. It was amazing to see you. Ring me? **********
What do I do!?
Its to hot to think! I need rain to cool my brain. Oh listen to my poetry.
do I ring her. I can't stop thinking about it so... I guess I do.
I'll keep you posted?
I need the rain, I should do a rain dance...if i belived in that.
-oliver
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[25 Apr 2005|02:49pm] |
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So where is the rain I ask? I can hear the cats asking the same.
Its cloudy and muggy but hey, I live in Melb so what can I expect. I went out with Beanie last night… hmmm
The cats are inside snoozing in front of the heater and I’m out on my balcony in the cold. I’m cold and my toes are going blue but I don’t mind.
I Love this weather
I feel like I’m being lifted to the clouds and I’m looking down on the ugly yet insanely beautiful city for the first time. I can see everything from here, well everything I need to see.
I see the park only a few streets away. So many memories in the park…
I see my tram stop that takes me to work and where I get off to come home.
The alley where I used to park my car before I sold it
I can see the city spires
The buildings
The smog
I can almost hear it too. At night I can.
I’m feeling so uninspired. Sometimes I just want to write normal day-to-day updates but they don’t make me money.
Yes that’s right… I’ve had some random things published. It helps me when I blow my pay from the Café.
I’m worried about Beanie.
THERE I SAID IT.
I need to get this out because it is killing me. Last night all she could talk about was the three guys she slept with last week and how they were like
“We made it with a lezzo”
And all I could think was “how could you do that to yourself”
She seemed to think it was funny. Gragh and she was flirting with EVERYONE and EVERYTHING in the bar.
Oh well… she has changed since she’s gone to Uni and I’m worried.
Ha, my mum found a picture of Amy Lee (that chick from that…band…thing) in the paper and thought it was me. She got very confused poor dear.
I have a cat on my head
I thought they were inside but they wanted to know why I was sitting out in the freezing cold and Curso legged his way up the back of my chair and sat on my head.
Mishka is on my feet.
Whenever I feel alone my cat remind me they depend on me and in a way, I depend on them to remind me of this.
Well, I’m cold and my hair is being pulled out so I’ll go inside and hope it will rain soon.
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Its really really cloudy today, I’m sitting on my balcony while the cats chase each other round and round my flower pot with the fern in it.
I love being so high up, I can see right over the city. However today all I see is cloud with the occasional spire of a building poking through.
My cats seem to be going crazy in this weather, they too can smell the rain coming and its making them crazy, like my hair. My hair turns to deep brown waves when the rain comes, I need to re-dye it to black, but… another day. Today I am happy, the cats are making exited playing sounds and it will rain soon.
All will be well when it rains.
The city will be fresh and new again. I’m sure that’s a line in some movie… its true, when it rains the city soaks it up and steams the dirt, cleans the streets and well… I’m not sure how it does it but it seems to clean the grime from under my nails and in my hair. I feel like I’m being refreshed too. Like the city.
My cats, I think their fur is reflecting my hair at the moment. The twins. Mishka and Cruso, the yin and yang in my life. Mishka the affectionate playful female and Cruso, the rough, playful and beautifully vicious. Ah the twins, my twin raindrops.
I’m feeling stilted right now, I can’t quite get the words out.
I’ll have to wait till it rains.
Tonight I’m being taken out by Friend 1# my best friend who will now be known as Beanie, because she always is wearing one.
She is taking me to Sunday Sexy Single Night (well that’s what WE called it) at our 2nd favourite gay bar.
I’ll write more when it starts raining
Xoxo
-Oliver
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