Possibly best Friday I've ever had?
Or perhaps best Friday in New Zealand. Definitely the latter.

And I feel the urge to, in awesome clarity, describe the day's epicness to you :D

We were doing Maori art in the First Block, and actually I think I spent more time walking around and pestering others than I did drawing. Somehow I ended up talking to Tom about pimps and prostitutes.

"You're the only girl I know who wants to be a boy, you know?"

"Really?"

"Wait, no, there's my sister. She's 7"

"She's 7?!"

"Heh yeah. How are you going to get a sex change, anyway? You keep saying you want one."

"I'll become a prostitute, make millions, then go become a boy. (And then promptly return as a gigolo...)"

Tom gave me 'the eyebrow', a very stylish one at that, grinning; "I don't think you'd be that good, dude..."

"Oh" I drawled indigantly. I lent in. "And how would you know? You've had experience in this area?"

"Hahawhat-"

"You could be a pimp," I smiled.

Another eyebrow.

I rested my chin on my palm. "Because I don't reckon you're the type to want to sell your body"

(which is a pity, truly...)

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"Haha look he's a midget!"

"Whatthehell!"

"Heh..."

I gestured at the drawing. "Which is fucked up, truly, because you know the closer you are to the ... front, the bigger the figure."

"Damnn the size difference is so big haha!"

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"Teehee look it's a washing line."

I peered at his drawing, past the midget and the bonfire. I crinkled my nose. "Josh...that...doesn't look like undies." I pointed. "That looks like a BRA."

"LOL"

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"Josh...You just can't do sexy moves. You're not built for it."

My smile probably encourged him to go on, though.

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okay so. we had the hugest, longest most awesome one-hour talk at lunch today. No Tom, strangely, but Alex was there instead and our collective libidos was enough to fuel ten whores for a year.

Soooo obviously for that whole hour we talked about sex. And sex. And more sex. xD

It was so fucking priceless. Not to mention hilarious. And educational (mandarins, eh? So that's what the kids are calling it these days...)

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"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's the first word that comes into mind when I say sex?"

"Uh..." India faltered. "Right now, it's mandarins."

LOL.

"Okay Christie, what's the first word that comes into mind when I say 'you wanna suck my balls (or mandarins, as we must now call them)?'"

"Um...'Nah'."

DOUBLELOL.

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"Who do you think would be the best kisser in the class?"

"Ehhh..."

"Zac?"

"No..." (YES. Why can't they see that the slut of the class would be the best snogger?)

And we went on to list a multitude of boys but they all failed, apparently. As for girls,

"I actually think you'd be a good kisser, India."

"No I don't think so; but Georgia -?"

"Hmm yeah maybe"

"And Sophie, so potential candidates are Sophie, Georgia and me."

I smiled coyly. "But what about the best in bed?"

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"What?"

"I picked dare."

"oh."

India thought for a moment before saying, "Hump the sofa~"

"WHAT?" I just about died laughing at the thought of it, thinking that no way Alex would do that and then I remembered: this is Alex we're talking about. So...he did it. I fell back on the sofa, curling and giggling, very much like a girl. I once read an article about gigolos and there was a photo of this man [hip down only], preparing to take off his undies for a couchfull of ladies pointing and giggling in anticipation. I imagine that was what I looked like.

"You know something!?" I sat up straight.

"What?"

"Tom is so naive."

"TRUE."

"And I can't figure out if his naivety is a turn on or a turn off." I slumped back in the sofa. This was a real dilemma I'd been pondering.

"Hmmmmmmmm?" Alex said, riding the ball.

"His innocence, his cluelessness." I turned to India. "Is it attractive?"

She sighed. "I don't knowwwwwwwwwwww"

"Neither do I"

Alex said something and I can't remember what it was.

"Bleh..."

Unfortunately then we were interrupted by Tom walking in. We all made a big fuss so he suspected something.

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"To be honest, I really do think Alex is gay."

"Yeah."

"I mean, there's no hint that he's interested in girls in that way; you know?"

"Yeah..."

"Tom's definitely straight though."

"Yeah."

"Pity. I would think he's too good looking to be straight."

"So you're saying all good looking guys are gay."

"Well," I sniffed. "Preferably."

We slumped into silence for a while.

"You know I'm just thinking, Tom will probably grow up to date some stupid bitchy whiny bratty girl, someone who's really better off with a brute thug."

"Yeah."

"Not because Tom has bad taste, but because...he's just bad at getting the cream of the crop, you know?"

"Yeah totally."

"...Would you be that kind of girl?"

"What! Hell no!"

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Today's PE was brilliant, too. I mean, god, I actually enjoyed PE, and PE of a game I hated to play, too. This was phenomenal. This was insane. This violated so many laws of nature.

Mmm...violating...

NOWAIT DAMNIT THAT CONVERSATION HAS DIRTIED MY MIND PERMANENTLY.

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I actually touched the ball. Like thrice. THRICE.

I was marking Tom.

"I hate this..."

"Really? I, on the other hand, love it. I snatched the ball right out from under your nose; I repeat, I love this!"

He grinned and punched my arm.

It's one of the things I like about him.

He's ridiculously affectionate in that old-school way.



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We were walking back down the slope to the car park area.

"So he's naive," -here India pointed to the bobbing blonde head in front of us, "And I'm fucking insane,"

We neared the end of the slope.

"And...?"

"And you're ... Christie."

"Bye, India."

"Bye."