Death Weather

I went to O-Day at uni today.

Let's start off by saying it was fucking disgusting. Literally, within two seconds of stepping out of my house, I was dripping wet (take that dirtily if you feel like a little tipple), smelled heinously and just felt generally ill. Little Mishelle and I went into the city for a second so I could get Kim something to add to her birthday present (happy 18th!) and so I could buy a skirt or something similarly "dressy" to wear to Kim's 18th dinner that night. Naturally, we were running late and so mad dashing ensued. We just managed to get the bus to uni and, lo and behold, I was even sweatier, smellier and iller (?).

This only got worse as we went to the commencement ceremony. It was in an outdoor area where they usually hold the Perth film festival during summer. If you've been to the outdoor cinema before you'll know what I'm refering to; those hammock-like chairs where you sit down and sort of sink into it. It's incredibly uncomfortable. The situation was this: I was sweaty and smelly. I was acutely aware of how disgusting I smelled and looked. Because of my uncomfortable seating arrangement, my top was pulled haphazardly, exposing more cleave than I would have liked and there was this insanely tall guy sitting next to me. He was skinny as fuck but, you know, if you're that tall there's a lot of leg and when there's a lot of leg, a lot of space is occupied. It was altogether uncomfortable, really humid and sticky and gross.

And then I spent about three hours with the gang in the blazing hot Australian summer (this was the kind of heat where you step outside and it's a fucking sauna. It's like the heat is just emanating from everywhere; from the ground, the walls. You can smell the shrubs in the air. It's like the heat is milking the leaves of their gumtree scent. Where you simply can't sit on the floor because you'll actually get a 2nd degree burn. This is the heat where people get heatstroke and die and they're not even in the wilderness. They are in civilisation!) looking at the club stalls. I joined Asia Club and got free mee goreng.

Fortunately, while I was playing with my free yoyo from the Greater Union stand, I had my free cup of Lipton ice tea in my mouth. Naturally, I was getting quite animated with my yoyo-ing and just sort of drenched my entire face, arm, bag in the ice tea. That added a nice additional level of stickiness to the day. It also prompted a realization out of both myself and Kim; I tend to spill drinks on myself a lot. As in, pretty much every time I go out for a meal or out with friends or to a party, I'll have a drink on me by the end of the day.

Kim's sister gave me a lift home (also, her boyfriend doesn't wear shoes in his house. How bizarre is that? He is white!) I ate some lunch, took a panadol and went and arranged some uni things on the internet while I still remembered them. About 40 minutes before Kim was due to come pick me up so I could help her and her sister set up for her birthday dinner I remembered, fuck, I still need to arrange her birthday present, I still need to take a shower (third of the day), I still need to wash my hair, get dressed, use my sweet new Covergirl Lash Blast mascara. I mean, shit was going down. As you can imagine, with all this rushing I was getting extremely flustered.

I still smell but I feel like I can't take another shower because that would be my fourth shower of the day...

That being said (feeling ill, being disgusting etc.) Kim's birthday was a total hit. I had so much fun catching up with everyone and just generally adore Kim and was happy to spend her 18th with her.

Also, her birthday cake was totes m'gotes delish. So, thanks babe, for a really great night.

J