Weeee. I haven't posted in a while and I've just had the random week to end all random weeks. I swear to blog.
It started on Monday night. Grand Theft Auto IV launched here in Australia. It was a pretty big deal, so we (EB Games) had a midnight launch. My friend Gavin, who goes to uni with me and works with me, ate with my family and then we headed to work at 10.00 pm. It was kinda eery, being the only two people wandering around the mall, waiting for security to let us in to access the store.
We got to dress up. I was a hardcore awesome pimp. Joman, Trudi, Justin and Gavin were all gangsta in big hoodies and bandannas and blinnnngggg. We looked awesome. If I can get a photo from Joman, I'll post it here.
Anywaaaays, so we looked neat and the night ran smoothly and I totally kicked everyone else's arse at making sales. Go Team Max!
So, Gavin and I grabbed our shit when we closed and were about to dice the scene, when Justin stopped us and asked for a lift. So we ended up road-tripping six million kilometres out of our way to drop him home. And then had to stop at a 24 hour McDonald's, because all the road-tripping induced a desperate need for ice-cream.
So that was Monday.
Tuesday was spent frantically doing an assignment. Wednesday was much the same, except it was spent in one of the labs at university with pretty much everyone else in the class running around arguing about databases and ER diagrams and data dictionaries. It was fun. Aside from the panicking part. We had to submit it electronically by 5pm. At 4.30pm, I'm trying to think of one final justification, and Gavin and Tom are singing Backstreet Boys. Loudly. And they had less done than me! T_T Boys.
Thursday, my friend Steph, who moved to another city for university, came up to visit! So we hit the city and ate a lot of ice-cream and bought crazy makeup and stupid shirts and it was fun. And theennnnn, another of my friends, Lolly, got her license! And she has a yellow VW beetle. It's so freaking awesome. Except she won't let me paint it like a pikachu. D:
Anywaaaays, she came and picked Steph and I up after dinner and we went back into the city and got more ice-cream.
I messaged Justin and Gavin, and Justin came to meet us. Gavin was at a movie, so we decided to go meet him. Lolly dropped us off, and we tried to get tickets. The movie had only started 10 minutes ago, but the bitches at the counter were all, "We're CLOSED." T____T
Sooo, we went BACK into the city, except we walked this time. And we sat outside another maccas for aaaaages. Then Gavin met up with us, and we ended up sitting there talking til 2.30 am. LOL. We went out for ice-cream and didn't get home til 3 in the morning.....
And Friday was spent in Lolly's bedroom playing Twister and watching/singing along with a squillion Disney movies. We made brownies. Steph and I got home and collapsed into bed.
OMFG. And theennnnnn, fucking hell, at 3 A-FUCKING-M, Gavin and his awesome mate Clint turned up drunk on my doorstep. Sigh. We put them in a cab and sent them home. And he was randomly angry at me for some reason. So I was sad, because I really like this guy.
BUT. The next day, there was mucho grovelling, so he was forgiven. Saturday was worrrrkkk all day for me, and a wedding for Steph, so it was pretty boring. Saturday night, I turned off my phone, to avoid a million 2am messages from Gavin.
Sunday morning, I turned my phone on before heading to work. And sure enough, there was a message from Gavin at 4.30am. BUT GUESS WHAT IT SAID! :D He asked me out. Weeeeeee. Except, I had to work with him all day, and I wanted to talk to him, rather than just text him back, and work is sososososososo not the place to do that.
Sunday night, Steph and I went to a barbeque with all my neighbours, it was good fun.
Monday, we studied. Steph was leaving Monday night and had an exam this morning, and I have a Maths exam tomorrow afternoon, so we were both freaking a little. Steph got picked up, I went emo. I won't see her again til August. But when I do see her, it's for the Panic at the Disco + The Academy Is... + Cobra Starship show, so.
Gavin messaged me again, freaking about maths. So he came over to study. And my mum fed him, because she worries that he doesn't eat properly. Which is a totally justified concern. He doesn't eat properly. And we blatantly did not do maths. We threw pillows at each other and he teased me about my socks and there was more grovelling about Friday night and this is the worst blog I've ever written. And then we ended up talking about the message from Sunday. And then there was cuddling. And more pillow fights. So. I'm pretty smiley right now. Even though I have a huge Maths exam tomorrow afternoon, my period and another horrid assignment due on Thursday afternoon.