Elephant Fact # 15: Elephants can be
‘left-tusked’ or ‘right-tusked’, similar to how humans can be left or
right-handed.
The
following photo is of all the super duper sexy gals wearin’ red at the school
formal. I thought it was a pretty cute photo, but I don’t really feel
comfortable posting pictures of other people on such a public space without
their consent—so I did my Unephant version of censoring it. Sorry to those I herped derped!
Still
pretty hawt, though.
At
the moment, I’m seriously struggling to type this up; it’s mainly because of
the acrylic nails I still have on from the school formal. I keep on missing all
the buttons I want to press on the keyboard so sentences like ’Look at those
twenty girls in that hot tub’ come out something like ‘Pokeswy rhows twenty
girlsw in te hot rub’.
Which
basically gives up the same intended picture, but still.
I
haven’t blogged properly for a while so here’s a basic rundown of what happened
during the last week of school:
Wednesday- Athletics Carnival
Thursday- Ridiculously-important-exam-related-stuff-which-I-won’t-touch-for-the-purposes-of-my-sanity-and-the-entertainment-factor-of-my-blog
Friday- School formal
I’ll
just pick out the highlights of what happened.
The
theme for my House on Athletics Day was ‘Agnesi Fantasy’. Although I thought it
was rather vague, I’m still quite glad that it got picked. I mean, the
requirements were basically ‘purple’ (our House color) and ‘not reality’…and
guess what I had lying around?
Literally just lying around. As
in, ‘oh, let’s see what’s under my bed today—oh dear Lord, would you look at that?’ , it was just there.
Towards
the end of the day, we had our traditional school trivia competition between
Instep groups. Unfortunately, our Instep scored full marks for one of the
categories—and thing is, so did a lot of other groups. And in a style true to
form, that meant a mass dance off
to determine the winner. One person
per group had to get up on stage and…
No. No. No, why me? Why is it always me?
So
I ended up onstage.
I
hate doing these things. I had to do
the same thing for the last trivia competition. And it’s not because I’m too
embarrassed or anything, or stage shy—it’s because I always win.
And
the reason why I always win is…
Oh
God, I feel so dirty. Oh Lawd.
I
mean, when I’m doing all my hip thrusting and whatnot it’s like I know I should stop but at the same
time I just—I just, I can’t. Not even
when I was feeling up that nice young lad who (dared to) step in front of me
while I was frantically shaking my ‘boot-eh’ at the crowd, not even when I jumped off stage to air-hump the space
in front of the teachers’ panel, not even when that little voice was muttering
in my head, “shame and dishonor, shame
and dishonor”—nothing. The whole school could be on fire and there I’d be,
just…
Well,
yeah.
I’m
pretty sure there’s a video somewhere, but bollocks if I post the link here.
Conversely,
we had our school formal on Friday.
I
don’t normally post pictures of myself on my blog, but 1) I love the
exasperated look on my face as I tried to “descend gracefully” from the limo
(we had a limo! <3) and 2) I
wanted to put up a few photos of my dress.
It’s
so pretty! It looks like a cupcake.
My
mother’s cousin made it—I sent her a thank you letter because I felt guilty
about being so choosy about the design.
Thing
is though, because my dress was so poofy, my movement was rather restricted.
Walking through a crowd was like parting the Red Sea, but with less religious
awe and much more irritated muttering and exasperation, on both ends.
Oy.
The
Unlucky Elephant
