Saturday May 28th
11:00 am
Just woke. Last night was...interesting.
After I blew off the formersex godI went to find Dave, who happens to be the only laugh for me.
I found him in the kitchen looking very sullen, indeed.
"Dave?" I asked with my most 'I'm sorry for just kissing some other bloke' voice.
"Yes?" He grunted. Erlack. I hate the word grunted, alas I must use it here...twice.
"I'm sorry...I-I just told him off, I swear its ended between Robbie and I."
"That kiss looked pretty hot and heavy."
Pur-lease. My eyes were sodding open! How could that have looked hot and heavy? He's only saying that to make the situation seem a squillion times more...er...bad.
"Thats your perception of the kiss." I said with maturosity, "I am just saying that it meant nothing. He didn't know about us, but I set him straight. I swear."
He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes with a cute grin,
"Swear on Wet Lindsays thong?"
I cringed...what else would I do...cheer? Say 'Yowza'? I think not, especially since I have already seen Lindsays thong up her bum-oley and its not a very pretty sight. AlsoI am not a lesbian like our math obherfurer Ms. Stamp.
"Oh god. Please don't give me that mental picture."
"Do you swear?" He repeated.
I sighed, if I must...
"Yes, I swear on...erlack, Wet Lindsays thong."
Which is really stupid anyways because why would I want to swear on Wet Lindsays thong when I want the thing to be burned in the first place.
"Good." He smiled, he's so sweet. I'll forgive him for the thong thing.
The two of us stood in the kitchen holding hands and talking for a while, it felt nice to spend some quality time with my boyfriend not swallowing eachothers faces. But five minutes later...we were snogging in the kitchen pantry.
So that was my night. Dave asked if I wanted to go see a film today and I accepted (obviously). He told me that he was so happy of my answer that he was going to give me a lap dance (which he never did, I was a little dissapointed. I was looking forward to that, strictly for the hilarosity of it all, of course, cough.)
1:00 pm
Rang Jas.
"Jas?"
"Yeah?"
"My parents are back monday afternoon."
"So...?"
"So, I'm depressed.I was beginning to love the feeling of silence at night. No sticky bottys pressing against me in the middle of the night. And no stupid loony racket in the morning when the ancients are getting ready for work. I'll miss it all."
"-Sorry, Gee, what were you saying? Tom just made me a cucumber and cream cheese sandwhich."
I hung up.
What does a girl have todo to getsome decent consolation around here. So the vegetable twins are chowing down on cucumber sandwiches? Arn't they afraid theyre eating theyre brother or theyre aunt or something?
1:16 pm
Rang Rosie.
"Hello?"
"Ro-Ro?"
"Oh, hey, Gee...whats up? Did you have fun at the cowboy party?"
"Alot of fun...in a pantry. But we'll get to that later. We have bigger and more important things to worry about now."
"-My pantry? Erlack, Gee. I just had some canned peaches from there."
"Shush. Try not to get sidetracked, Ro."
"Alright, what?"
"I'm depressed."
"About what?"
"The ancients are coming home monday afternoon."
"I know,c'est terrible."
"C'est tres tres terrible, mon amie."
"I am going to miss the silence of this house."
"-So now that thats through...MY PANTRY?"
"Relax, there was no 'Rosie and Sven' business going on in there. Just the usual. Nothing to worry about."
"Did you snog in there?"
"Well yes...quite a bit actually."
"Then theres something to worry about."
Yawn. I am much too level headed to respond to this statement she made. For I am level headed Georgia. The...er...level headed one. I make no sense.
7:00 pm
Went to the cinema with Dave. Bought some snacks, found our seats and waited for the film to start. I was expecting Cameron Diaz or Brad Pitt (yum) to come on the screen but much to my suprise someone else, not as famous...but as yummy as Brad Pitt.
I leaned over to Dave,
"What is Robbie doing here? He's with a girl!"
The nerve! After only a day of heartbroken-ness he's out with some dithery blonde girl whom I think is named Sam.
"You're not jealous are you?" Dave asked suspiciously.
"No...of course not. Why would I be jealous when I have you?" I snuggled close to him. Boys are very sensitive creatures, you see, and sometimes to make them think that everything is alright you have to cuddle them...this know I because yoda I am
While everyone else in the cinema was swallowing eachothers faces, Dave and I cuddled and watched the movie. HA! We have a deeper relationship then the rest of these prats around us...we don't need to swap spit every other second.
3:00 am
Dave asked if he could spend the night! We were snogging on my bed and he said he didn't want to go home. I told him he could spend the night if he wanted and he accepted. I am such a minx. He is such a minxo.
We very nearly made it to Rosie and Sven level. I was actually frightened, mabye thats why I pushed him off at the last minute. He was very nice about it though. He said,
"Yeah, I don't think we're ready either."
Which is what has been keeping me up all night. What does he mean we're not ready? How does he know how ready we are for something? Does he have a special scale of readyness? I don't understand boys. When will we ever be ready for Rosie and Sven level? Too many questions for such a tired girl.
Dave is too cute. He's in bed beside me all cuddled up beside me with his arm around me and his head resting on my nunga...which is actually pretty uncomfortable. I tried shifting him off but it didn't work, he mumbled something in his sleep and then went right back. So I tried poking him, but he slapped my hand away and mumbled something else that I couldn't understand. So I have to live with this extra weight on my nunga for the night...alas.
I really am depressed that the ancients are going to be back in only a day. No more peace and quite. Oh well...I suppose I'll get used to it again.
Sunday May 29th
10:30 am
Woke up to a loud roaring noise and Dave jumping up from my nunga like a deer in headlights.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY DAUGHTERS BEDROOM!" Came the voice of...oh no...Vati.
Dave was muttering excuses while running around trying to gather his stuff but my dear old father grabbed him by the collar and held him up in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
I should be asking...what is he doing here? He's not supposed to be back for a day. Perhaps I'm dreaming. I tried kicking Vati in the shins to see if it was a dream, but it made him yelp and drop Dave to the ground.
"What are you doing home?" I asked as the other half of the ancient squad entered the room.
"We got an early flight home to suprise you. Why do you have Dave in your bedroom, Georgia?" Asked mom in a cool voice.
"He was only staying the night, nothing happened. He's my boyfriend."
Dave looked at me with pride for a moment, then his look was replaced by fear when vati turned his heavily moustached red face on him.
"GET OUT!" He roared and pointed to the door. Dave nodded goodbye to me and scrambled out and down the stairs. I heard the front door shut a few moments later.
When he was gone both my parents were staring at me with angry expressions on their faces. Uh-oh. In the midst of all this stressosity I noticed that mutti was still wearing a inhumanely short skirt except now it had a patch of an hamburger a go go land flag on it. I wonder if I moved to hamburger a go go land could the ancients ever find me?...