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Welcome to my humble abode. I'm hoping to update this thing at the very least once a week. It'll contain all the nitty-gritty details of my life at its most bare. So if you're into ...

a) a certain red-haired persons making a fool of themselves in public places.

b) laughing at said occurrences

c) reading long worded and quirky views on the frustrations of high school years

Then yeah, you might like this.
Note that I said might. XP

This entire thing is solely to keep me writing and for my amusement.
So no one has to like it, and I don't expect anyone to read this. x3
Thanks anyway ^_^

Here's the fine print of it:

Comments

I want your comments. XP
Please feel free to comment, right here, right now, in this thread. I'll do my best to respond <3

To Find Me

I have Myspace and MSN

My email is unknown-substance@hotmail.com
and my Myspace end url thingy is /tintedmonocle

Emoticons

The smiley at the top of each post represents how I'm feeling at the time.

xO = ohmgod / surprise
^_^ = so'allgood / satisfactory
x3 = heckyes / happy
t__t = damnit / disappointed / sad
T__T = ohhell / really sad
;] = heehee / quirky
>.> = um.nu / misunderstood / exasperated
XD = UBERS! / UBER happy
xP = yahgood / quirky, odd, happiness
XP = funnehs / a laughing mood
x__x = ouches / in pain / tired / sick

>> will add

Pledge

Not an inch of this stuff is fake.
I'm not a crinkly old 'phile trying to lure you into crazy smex games. <.<
Its just the Earth, Australia, W.A, Me, Lauren, iPockets, and a Laptop, and a Writers Guild, a Little Sub-forum, and a Small Thread, and a Teensy-Tiny Post, and a lot of Minuscule Puny Words.

There are times. Times when you feel the over bearing desire to throw ones best friend from the window of a twenty-storey building and then recount your view on the homicide as an accidental breeze, which conveniently blasted the said victim through a fifteen millimeter pane of safety glass.

Today was not one of those days.

It's nearing the end of the school holidays and in a half-assed attempt to rekindle relationships from a previous lacking of social activity, I met with my friends Cort, Mit and Jello. They're nutters, the lot of them. After a couple of hours of pointlessly eating junk, exchanging stories, (as the others write on the occasion) Mit played "What I've Done" by Linkin Park on piano and me and Cort did spasmodic dancing, jumping and tried to impersonate flamingos.

Did you know that flamingos are only pink because they eat shrimp?

I told this to Cort midway through her flamingo strut and she immediately acted out her own death sequence. Her being allergic to shellfish scores me the piece of prawn sushi when she buys the mixed pack, so I'm not complaining. Except that I couldn't perform the flamingo death sequence as much as I'd have liked to because of a perfect rectangle of sunburn on my right arm. Sunburn? DO NOT WANT.

Seriously. Sexy and sun kissed? I think not. More or less, its neon pink sunburn and cracked lips, but hey, it makes you feel alive.
Although, falling asleep on the beach = PAIN

I can't wear sleeves, so I'm stuck wearing singlets and spraying banana-scented aloe vera on it to keep it cool. T'is much fun.

I have to sleep, so till next time I guess, which will be me back at school and in the presence of Cordial. Whuh, embarrassment galore? I think so.

10/10

Ooo I love DiNozzo but I love Abbie!!

(Time for pointless rambling! XD, hurrah.)

Whose excited? I'm excited.

So first thing Monday, I don't have school, (upper school development day mayhaps?) and after the two week break I'm looking forward to going back to the basketball stadium I work at.

No basketball, no cordial, no income, no coaching, no socializing with the nifty people who swarm there for two weeks. And I really do love the place.

Upon my arrival with my brothers at about 4PM, I ...

a) Say hello to Russ, the little old man who sells the game entry tickets at the front of the stadium, (he's married to the little old canteen lady, x3). He likes Sudoku and football, so he's pretty awesome.

b) Proceed to office, where I ask Carlee for a bandaid to cover my sunburn, as my ref's shirt is itching at it like no tomorrow. She then gives me a HUMONGOUSQWFW@#!% bandage and little white paddy thing that goes over the burn and is held in place by the bandage. I can't complain though, 'cause my major boss walks in on us and demands that I not put on anything I'd have to rip off, (such as bandaid or wrapping tape).

c) have to ref an "under age ten" game by myself.

After the first game, my other boss, (We shall call him Speck) asked me how I went and I said truthfully, "baaaaaad."

So I was wandering back from the Ref's room and was about to go ask Speck why the whiteboard (where he writes down the refs and which courts) said that I was supposed to be doing the second game by myself too, (because I'm really bad, t__t), when cordial casually strolls in with said boss, (cordial being an hour early after having most likely walked back from school with his hordes of "bitches"). Rendered pink faced and speechless, my boss picks up my train of thought and wild hand gestures and informs me that I'll be reffing with cordial.

Me? Shock, horror, morbid curiousity, anxiety, ready to sink into nearest hole and never leave. Then I realize that its only because I'm incapable that cordial has to ref an extra game, and that when I saw them walking up towards the ref's room they were talking, and cordial nodding.

He'd just asked him to ref a game with ms. stupidhead because she couldn't manage a bunch of eleven year old's by herself.

Me? Ultra-guilt, red faced-ness.

We ref the game.
Or rather he ref's the game.
I perform what we like to fondly call an EPICPHAIL.

Still feeling ultra guilty, at half time through our game, I walk in circles and try to find my happy place. He thus, tries to convince me that I'm not reffing badly.

Conversation:

Me: UUUUUUGGGHHHH. Did you see that humongous foul? Why - I - eh. Nevermind.
Him: You're doing fine. Seriously. -laughs&eyeroll-
Me: -eyetwitch- That's what people do when they're trying to convince someone who's probably right.
Him: You're ridiculous.
Me: I know
Him: Are you reffing next?
Me: Naw, I'm playing. It's gonna be bad. (As in, I'm playing my own game of basketball, just in case you thought playing was something else)
Him: UGH! -frustratedatmypessimism-
Me: -grin-
Him: What division are you in?

(Note: he's offered to coach my team for next year when my coach ships off to Tasmania, so I think it has something to do with that.
We also have lots of different divisions, example, the best teams are A, the worst, D. They're also divided by ages, under eighteens, under sixteens, under fourteens, under twelves, under tens. He means to ask me what age division I am, but I of course don't see that, so as I'm doubtful of my skill in my basketball team, I answer like so ...)

Me: uh, -mindblack- the bad one?
Him: UUUGHHH! -spinsaroundinalittlefrustratedcircle- I - You know - Don't take this the wrong way but, sometimes, I really just want to smack you one.
Me: -laughing- oh really? Well, I'm in "under sixteens".

Pretty much end of conversation.

Anyhoodle:

A friend from school, who shall be known as Jingles, (he's very buff, used to attempt to bully me, 6'2, plays basketball, ect, we have mucho in common) has been watching my recent reffing (his game is later on in the night) and so I try to sink into the closest corner I can find, mainly because I hate being watched. Cordial catches my muttered "damnit" and asks whats up, so I point out Jingles, and in typical egotistical fashion, Cordial yells out "HEY JINGLES!" and waves.

Jingles does a too-cool up-nod of recognition. Cordial scoffs, going on about how much he hates Jingles, (whose a year younger than him and whose team beat Cordials in basketball) and how much he's a douche. Jingles comes over to shoot, as we are on the court and Cordial and Jingles start a debate over who would win in a one-one between the two of them. I mutter something about male egos, (that I think Cordial hears) and wander over to three girls from my basketball team, who have gathered at the edge of the court to wait for me for our game, (which is a couple of courts down).

I promise to meet them there because I have to go get changed into my basketball gear and so I go off to the complete other side of the stadium, (which is made of six basketball courts side by side with benches in between).

On the way I'm flanked by both Jingles and Cordial.
Cordial hands me the score sheet and game ball to take to the office and Jingles proceeds to steal the ball and laugh at my dismay, I take a half-hearted kick at his shins, but miss. Cordial takes his leave, only to join us once we're one court away from the office. Naturally, I relinquish the ball and sheet and make a run for it through to the toilets behind the office to get changed.

As soon as I leave, I'm flanked yet again by both Jingles and Cordial, and as Jingles has threatened to watch my games I'm not surprised, but I do know that Cordial has to Ref a game that is not on my court. So why is he following me to my court?

/painting picture.
Me, carrying my shoes, terribly holed socks, uber-huge basketball jersey, shorts that show off my hideous pinky paleness, flaming red hair pinned back to my absolute horror, (I like my fringe, which isn't an emo fringe as I don't drag it over my eyes, but still keeps me safe in a hair-lovers-insanity kind of way <.<), broken surf brand bag held together with bent and twisted paper clips, (not emo either, -sigh- just all I had on site to fix it) humongous headphones dangling out from where my bag refused to zip over it.

/Jingles, strolling in an anonymous red basketball jersey, Cordial, ref's uniform with game ball.

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I arrive on my court, Jingles makes himself scarce in the stand, Cordial goes over to the scorers bench and I originally think he's gone to chat to the other ref there. But then I am distracted.

Conversation:

Girl on my team: Hey! We've got one minute to start, four players (you need five) and she hasn't even got her shoes on yet! -laughing-
Me: -laughing- Hey! I'm going, I'm going, -forgets water bottle conveniently opened in hand and swings arm around to adjust bag strap, flinging water all over self-
El: -laughing-
Me: -sits in middle of the court and puts on shoes- Whatever El. Nobody saw it. Suck it in.

Annnd to sum up the game:

Game starts / Cordial's one of the ref's.

We start losing / I start yelling encouragement "GO ROLEY!" (team name, keh), "LETS ROCK!"

Mid game / I'm running up for a shot, get slammed into by this really muscly and strong girl and I full on stack it, while she stumbles, unhurt. I hit the ground and slide about two feet, in that typical cliche'd side sleeping position. Cordial and the other Ref run up 'cause I'm sort of lying there, stunned and they think I might be injured. Only for Cordial to laugh when the smallest, most violent, and not-the-strongest-in-the-bunch girl on my team, (about a head shorter than me and who I'll call Mika) offers me her hand to pick me up. She heaves me up and I'm buckled over with laughter, whilst nursing a conveniently crushed-pre-bandaged-sunburn.

It was a moment thing.

Me = stunned, lying side-on on the floor, completely silent court.
Her = -HANDINFACE- "Get up!"

So I got up, x3.

Game Ends/ I get smashed again, on floor again, (Can I do nothing right? xP) this time on my back, but I hoist myself up. Cordial passes me the ball for me to pass it in, and asks me discretely if I'm okay, I laugh, but he looks pretty serious so I figure it must be a referee requirement or something, so I just smile (whilst purple-faced from running) and say "yeah, yeah, fine."

I thought it was worth mentioning 'cause it was pretty sweet.
Except for my ego, but hey, I'll live.

Moments of Awe:

1) Straight after my game, I was dragged into playing another game for a women's team, (all of which were about forty versing twenty year-olds), because they only had four players and Jingles got caught as the scorer to fill in the sheets. I played the first thirty minutes without water (out of forty) before straining and cramping both of my calves out of dehydration. I tried to stand up to get off the court, (where I was sort of flattened under the ring) but the ladies on my team told me not to put pressure on it, and instead, carried me to the bench.

= Me, laughing myself stupid while four forty year old women carry the supposed young and sprightly one off of the court.

My brother and his friend the physio (Si) brought over some ice for my legs and salt water for me to drink. In about ten minutes the cramps were pretty much gone, but the game was over <3

It was still uber nice though.
t___t
They pulled me off the court, where Si was already waiting, he must be way fast @__@


2) Whilst later sitting next to my violin teacher watching my violin teachers daughters basketball game (a mouthful, I know, @__@) that Cordial was reffing, he mouthed to me during the game "Are you okay?" and I looked at him like he was crazy and nodded. t____t

3) We were in the Ref's room packing up the game balls and Cordial was all like
"Your friend Cort? She's an f-head! I saw her on the holidays!"
Me: -laughingathowIremembershe'sactedinfrontofcordial- "Chyeah. But you don't know her like I do"
Him: "I don't think I want to! Jesus."
Me: Hmph. -awkward silence-
Him: Well, I'm going, you tell her I called her an f-head, okay? -walksout-
Me: -thinkinghe'sgone- I will
Him: -frombeyondtheroom- Good!
Me: -fallsover-
;]

4) The next day at school, Cordial came up to me, Cort, Mit and Jello whilst we were sitting in the library ('cause we are socialites, yes?) and he was all
"Did Lauren tell you I called you an f-head?" to Cort.
Him: -ubersmirknotlookingatme-
Me, (who had chickened out of telling her): -redfacedsinkingintochair-

/the end of another less-than-exciting episode of iPockets!
x3
The next is me back at basketball for men's night, where I

a) am to coach a friends team
b) am to somehow find a discrete way to get back at Cordial for calling my friend an f-head, and also watch his basketball game.
c) watch Jingle's basketball game
d) laugh at some "cool kids" from school as they get they're gluteus maximus' beaten in basketball.

10/14