The question in question was asked to Tom while we were training it up to the Edith Cowan Mt. Lawley campus yesterday, by Gilly. And we thought it was very, very funny.
But onward!
Yesterday went pretty smoothly, if you don't count that getting out the Perth train station at the wrong side, ending up on the wrong street, trusting Tom when he says "I KNOW WHERE THE BUS STATION IS!" and walking all the way as he drags us to the Eslpanade station, (the stop before where we got off,) and then having to take a train BACK to Wellington Street...
My feet are still screaming four-letter-words at me.
It was a stinking hot day. Ever literally had sweat pouring down your God-forsaken face? Probably all of you, so this account isn't exactly special. But still - then you'd know, it's HORRIBLE.
My timetable for semester one is SORTED! I'm very pleased with this new development.
I did meet Tom's awesome little friend though, Shelley (who works at Maccy Dee's with him.) She's gorgeous! I love her to bits. Oh yeah. Gotta get her email off Tommydoodles.
*bugs Tom*
Back.
Anyway. When we got to the Student Welcome Centre, Shelley's password was malfunctioning, so this guy I'll call "Porpington" was trying to help her sort out the dilemma on the computadore. Only, Porpington had a very bad cold, and was coughing in every possible direction known to animal, vegetable and mineral. I'm not talking the little, "Hem! Oh deary me, I apologise!" coughs. Hell no. I'm talking the throat rattling, phelgm sucking, deep-rooted, internal organs infested with gunk and grime type of coughs. And you know...it was a lucky day when he covered his mouth as he coughed all over darling Shelley. She just kind of sat there helplessly, looking at me and trying not to laugh/cry/vomit. Then I was all, "Well, ANYWAY folks, her password is OBVIOUSLY not gonna work. Shelley? Lets go get some lunch. GoodBYE Porping-- I mean, sir."
And we made a speedy escape in fits of "Oh...my...GOD...." and "Ewwwwwww!!"s.
It really was one of the most icky but hilarious displays I've ever witnessed.
And I won't be surprised if Shelley gets AIDS by tomorrow.
...*touch wood*
In other news, I know all of you wanted to hear how my amazing Valentines Day date went and if I got lucky that night.
The answers are as follows:
Great.
And yes.
By MystAngel
Although, I didn't get lucky with Sam. Instead, I got something a whoooole lot better... *gargle*
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice-cream...
Seriously. This stuff is the answer to ANY emptiness in your existence. The sun will shine, the birds will sing, your tummy will be slightly larger...and everything will be right in the world.
As for Sam, she was cool too. We both went to Paparazzi (an I-tal restaurant) and were the ONLY girl-on-girl couple there, lol. There were busty gals with their mini red dresses and killer heels with much shorter, adoring boyfriends, and there were actual Italian people playing accordians and violins! It was very cool. Then this pretty Italian girl came up to me (since I'm obviously the man in our relationship,) and asked me if I'd like a rose for my "friend."
And I was all, "...Are they free?"
And she gave me this scandalised look, and walked out.
Which TOTALLY took me and Sam out of the effing mood. So yeah, no kinky fun was had thanks to tight-ass Rose-Lady.
The conversation revolved around Sam's new Photography course, which I am in full support of. Seriously. I'm so supportive she calls me "Bra" now. And yeah, I also told her about my recent exciting points in my life such as writing "Paulnocchio," which I think took away ANY mental innocence I had once clung to. Great catching up, all in all.
We went and got Baskin Robbins icecream (see admiration speech above) and then went home to watch some good ol' David Strassman. God, he's some funny shit. I love me some ventriloquist in the early ours of the morning...
*waggles eyebrows*
All in all, a successful Valentines Day.
Now if only my feet would start working again. *whiiiine*
Stay in pain, San Diego.
- Lolly.
P.S. FOR EMILY'S BENEFIT (since she's very confused) LOLLY IS NOT GAY.
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