Loser. (Part Two) (what is with me today?) you'll never know the value of 50 cents until you stand outside a gelati shop on a hot hot day with a housemate with a grand total of $6.50. 50 cents short of $7.00....the amount needed for two roche-strawberry-on-a-cone gelati. we sat in front of the shop, digging and digging, searching and searching, in hope to find a glorious 50 cent coin in some dodgy pocket of our bags. I don't normally keep loose change in my bag. but by some stroke of luck I FOUND A 50 CENT COIN IN A POCKET. we had gelati, and we didn't look TOO bad. and then i came home to take a short nap before heading off to rhythmicity in uni. i planned my time right so that i could make it there before 7pm...but i woke up slightly late and rushed off, marching in my flip flops towards uni. i DID make it before 7pm. but the area outside the theatre was...empty. shucks. i looked around and thought i was probably late. so i called shanna....and found out....i was too early. it started at 7.30pm. so like a loser, i went to buy a box of shapes from foodway express and sat in a corner of the union eating and sulking. not far from me were this couple and a guy friend of theirs. and they were so weird i wanted to burst out laughing. they had alot of food wrappers (mainly from the vending machine) spread out on the table. and the couple just couldnt get enough. the whole 15 mins i was sitting there, they bought food. ate. stood up, buy food. eat. buy more food. eat. ALL FROM THE VENDING MACHINE. which makes me wonder WHAT on earth could be so nice from that machine. (!) AND the guy friend of theirs couldnt stop singing ("if tmr never comes...") and talking about himself (those two actions done separately. it would have been interesting if he had done both at the same time). he just went on and on but he was oblivious to the fact that the couple was not really listening..because they were too engrossed with ......GETTING FOOD FROM THE MACHINE! oh man. so anyway. rhythmicity......... i felt like i was back in sec sch all over again. i miss rgs night. even the dodgy dances that we had to put up during prefects investiture (somehow they were always to backstreet boys). i wish i could sing. i wish i could play some instrument. and most of all....i Wish i could Dance.................................................... wishful thinking.