I had the weekend to myself, since my parents left town on Thursday. It was good — average, really — but I got to catch up with a few people which made it all worthwhile.
Friday
On Friday I picked up Paul and we went furniture shopping. It was enjoyable, but I managed to forget the PIN number for my new card so couldn’t really do much. We scoped the place out, and decided that we really should wait to get a better idea of our new apartment before buying furniture.
Despite that, Paul bought a couch. It was actually a second hand couch from this sweet twenty-something girl who obviously had too much money. It came with her fully-furnished top floor apartment in the CBD when she bought it outright, and she sold it because it had sun damage at the back for possibly a quarter of the price it was worth, and it didn’t go so well with her collection of Lamborghinis. Either way, it’s a vary nice couch, and probably won’t fit in the place.
That night we went to see Wall-E because Paul didn’t want to go home. I thought it was acute, but rather average film. Three of Five stars.
Saturday
Saturday was just a mess-up. I’d agreed to go to a music festival with Jeremy, and then to a house party of Jamie and Jayde’s later that night. The festival started at two, but it was about half past five before Jeremy and I got there. I forgot my PIN number again, and consequantly had to bribe a man with an EFTPOS machine into what was no doubt a fraudulent credit transaction to get cash out. Good times.
We wandered around a bit, checked out the hot dog stand, and walked around a large oval on which three stages were set up next to each other; each with a band performing. The place had about six people, and there were crickets. I exaggerate slightly, but here’s a photo I took of the 4ZzZ stage.
We sat on the cold grass for a bit before getting cold, and deciding to stand up. We’d both left when the sun was high in the sky and searing everything under it’s influence, and consequently neither of us had thought to bring jumpers. Big mistake.
At one particularly random point, Trev the traction engine came over and we exchanged words before leaving as briefly as he arrived. I think he thought I was being rude, but I wasn’t. At a somewhat less random point, the band we’d come to see started playing songs, and we stood by a banner in the hopes it would break the biting wind and make the cold, cold night a little more bearable.
It did.
I ended up piking on Jayde and Jamie’s party, because my the time I got home it was about half past ten, and all I really wanted to do was curl up under the sheets and surf the Internet until three in the morning.
Monday
Monday I met up with a boy.There’s a private post on the subject but the abridged version is as follows:
- Ashley meets Boy.
- Two see awful movie.
- Ashley gets the completely wrong impression.
- Boy gets the completely wrong impression.
- Everyone feels conflicted and silly.
Everything was sorted out later in an MSN conversation which was fortunate, to say the very least.
The Future
I’ve peered into my crystal ball, and consulted the psychic airwaves, and see my week playing out like this:
Tuesday afternoon Paul and I meet in Toowong to sign the lease. I bring a money order which I’m becoming quite proficient at making, and we walk out of the real estate with keys to our new home.
Wednesday I make tracks and start moving some of my stuff in to the place. Mum doesn’t need the car, so I stuff everything I can in, and make a few trips. I ask Dad how I can go about getting my big things there, and he tells me he has a trailer available if I need it. The trailer is made of rust, and looks like it will fall apart.
Thursday the electricity and gas get put on. It takes four years for Telstra to enable our service, and another three months to get it up and running.
Friday I look at what I’ve achieved, sigh happily, and sit down on the floor, because everyone’s forgotten we’ve still got a couch to pick up.
Saturday I organise with Paul to carry the couch down eight flights of stairs. I burst into tears three times. Nobody brings me tissues.
I get my new bike, eventually joining the gym and getting buff. After this I live happily ever after, and in my mid thirties am knocked down by a bus whilst saving some children. Heroic conclusion for someone who contributed so much to the world. The end.