Thursday, December 30, 2010
The end of a year and the dawn of a new one (not to mention the end of a year filled with graduation, 18th birthdays, drivers licenses and other adolescent beginnings) calls for sentimentality. A whole decade is over. I'm (hopefully...probably) going to uni next year. I'm turning 18 next year. It calls for a post filled with bullshit and sappy thank yous and expressions of affection, so for the majority of my readers - you don't need to read any further beyond the outfit because it's going to be me harking back to 13 year old Jessica, giving out dedicatiOnNnnzZz on my blog).
Khaki maxi skirt: $10 random shop (called @Topshop....i saw another one called "At Zara". DODGY AUSSIES)
Bicycle singlet: Cotton On men's (the boys in the pictures below all have the same tank, we bought it at the same time, how cute are we)
Wedges YEAR 10 FORMAL BRO
Photos: Theresa from Somewhere, Someday
My face: Slightly tipsy + heaps sleepy.
2010 was the year I pretty much grew up a whole lot. It sounds cheesier than a bowl of Easy mac (WHICH IS FUCKING GODLY), but it's true. It's the year I graduated. The year I sat through my HSC and survived it. The year that saw me take a hypocritical turn from alcohol-fearing dismissal to booze-embracing inebriation. The year I didn't listen to my parents very often (which is not good, I'm not proud of it). The year I lost my job for being a bitch. The year I bought floral Docs. The year I discovered the joys of Milan Kundera and the wonders of Kings of Convenience. The year I met a whole lot of awesome people. The year I went from Hip-ster music to Hip-Hop, and back. The year I bought a 50mm. The year I learnt a Korean Dance. The year I spent my afternoons in libraries and McDonalds, and on early morning buses to sneak back home. The year I fell down the crack between the train and the station platform. The year I spent in phone conversations to lovely people listening to me whine about my silly little life.
2011 will be better. There's no use thinking negatively because negative thinking attracts negative .....I don't know. It's late. I haven't showered. I smell. 2011 resolutions:
1. Be less of a bitch.
2. STOP BEING A LAZY ASSHOLE AND GET MY LICENSE.
3. Be less of a bitch.
Resolutions never stick. But maybe, "be less of a bitch" is simple enough to stick.
I hope you guys have a brilliant NYE (and a safe one), and an even better 2011. I hope 2011 is kind to you. Thank you so much for reading my blog, coming up to me on the street to say hi, sending me drawings, sending me such lovely e-mails. I will reply to every comment on this post. You readers make my day.
- THIS IS WHERE ALL MY USUAL READERS CAN STOP READING UNLESS YOU WANT TO BORE YOURSELF -
And throughout it all, there were people who sat by and watched me trip over my own feet (literally, this ain't no sentimental metaphor bullshit) and instead of helping me up, would instead point and laugh at me. And I love them for it. Because even though half the time was spent teasing my "petite" size, or my lack of coordination, or my pouty lips, or my "ganga" ness, they're still there. Whether that be consoling me for the 5823906826th time, laughing at me, or giving me a good hug, or tolerating my endless stream of shitty attempts at rapping and my overuse of the phrase "cool beans". I don't tell my friends I appreciate them enough, so this is another endeavour to try and let you all know how much I really do, appreciate you guys. If I didn't include you here, please blame my shit goldfish memory, and know that I do appreciate you too. Everyone here has affected my 2010 for the better, like hot pants. Hot pants make everything better.
The boys in the above photo: you guys are fucking amazing (+ Aaron and Simon who weren't at this particular BBQ EDIT: SIMON SAYS "I WAS AT THE BBQ YOU DRUNK BITCH" Oops.). I would never have discovered the wonders and horrors of Jersey Shore and GTL without you. I would be shitter at gabbering than I already am. My nights would be spent Strathfield-less and my clothes would not be smelling of cigarette smoke all the goddamn time. Peter (on the far right) upon taking the photo exclaimed "MY CHICKEN AND I ARE GOING TO BE FAMOUS". That's why I love you, Peter. Midnight cruising and Like a G6 and that OMG SHAWTY'S SUCH A FREAK SONG, and all the other hip hop you guys got me listening to. You make my nights brighter. I'm such a lucky girl to be friends with such intensely attractive males, Kevin, James, Roger and Peter (and Aaron)
They only get a massively long paragraph because they were present at the time of my brainwave of having a huge blog post dedicated to my friends.
Aaron & Tim (first and last on the first row) - I know you don't like having your photo taken, so I chose one that doesn't show your face. Kids from other grades apparently think we're going out. We are sOoOoO kyot together. You and Tim are my favourite gay parents. I miss hanging out at your place even though all you guys fucking do is play piano and Starcraft. Tim - you're the most Asian non-Asian I've met, ever. Miss you, and will catch up with you when you get back from Durras or God-knows-where.
Shirley (middle female) - NO WORDS FOR YOU. You know how much you mean to me. If anyone who's not Shirley is reading - she's fromt he grade below and our friendship started from my stalking her on facebook. You're going to be so successful, and your talent blows my pants off every day of my life bro.
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
All the Grade 2011s here: You guys are adorable, and I envy your grade and I WISH I WAS IN YOUR GRADE BECAUSE YOUR GRADE IS AMAZING.
Jess G in particular:
(10:11 PM) Guzzz: Blog about my sexy arms
(10:12 PM) Guzzz: Night mother fucker. Msg me tomororow if u want to meet up and eat meat
She has sexy arms.
Linda; you're a fucking wild child. Let's kiss again sometime. You have the best style, and for some reasno we don't talk much but I'm still so comfortable to tell you anything. P.S. I'm borrowing your ACNE's, bitch. Jokes, your feet are too big LOL. But you're super fun, and super lovely.
Bob Waffle: You and your Hurlstoners are super hip and I vaguely remember being told to say something about how cool you are and shit or how great you are. You like balls. You're pretty sweet as a friend, bro.
Gordon/Filip/Hubert: Thank you for always being there to listen to me whine. I can tell you this shit over the phone so ...ya....
Monkey/Siagra/Simon: Sorry for slapping you all the way back in year 8 or whatever. You're a super-smoot acne-free BAMF, and you're a really chill guy. I still have your notes on my phone from April. Love you. "WAAT U MEAN MUTA FUKA"
Jimmy: I don't even know how I became friends with you but you're a fucking boss. That's all I need to say. I'm running out of time and I'm talking to you on MSN so ill just tell you there wtf.
Grass Gnomes: It's a shame we don't talk anymore but you are still the smartest, and loveliest bunch of girls I've met. We will still keep in touch I swear. Even if van is in Melb. We'll skype that shit. GG 4EVZZZZZ BRO. Maybe we can make gnocchi at mine sometime again, because when Joanna makes that shit it blows my mind. P.S. You're all so talented and you'll be so so successful.
+ Alex Chan because you are fucking hot and shit and you get a whole banner to yourself. You've listened to me be a bitch the whole year. You're the only person I know who's half a good a stalker as I am. See you tomorrow IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU FUCKER
+ P. Liao, you are one super funky monkey. Sorry I couldn't be bothered getting a pic to you. We go way back AYE. Coffee soon. Stop getting worn out by work. It's cool we're still friends :) Sorry for eating all your ice cream
I RAN OUT OF TIME GUYS. JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.