oh the monday after the musical after party. i was really looking forward to bumpout, to all the awkard, 'shit what the fuck did i do?" encounters. but it just was not meant to be. we were not allowed to bumpout. apparently nobody had bothered to tell the school that bumpiut was during school time as opposed to midnight after the last performance.

saw trumpet max at flinders street, naturally i approached him, (after some insignificant dialogue) "so did you end up hooking up with matt?" "no, i left at about 2:15 and went to the boyf house, and slept with him" (sounds really harsh, but i said it it in a nice way). I'm getting really sick of this shit, the third person to ask me if i had some kind so mac-up with matt. i did not. i spent most of the after-party talking about makepovertyhistory and my politics and such. he tried to feel me up. i politely asked him to stop. he apologised for his drunken behaviour. and that was it.