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The St Patrick’s College Year 12 Formal – Mad Chaos: November 28, 1997

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It’s been a whole day and it feels like it’s already Saturday.  Writing into my Journal, I’m wondering where the time has gone. 

Cash Final Work Paycheck

Starting from early Thursday, I woke up Ali and we drove to Narellan where I cashed in my paycheck. 

Then we traveled to Camden where he could fill up his car with AvGas. 

Then we traveled back to Campbelltown, done an MSP and drove to Lyssa’s house.

Picking Lyssa up, Ali dropped us off at the station where we caught a train to Liverpool. 

Lyssa Has Professional Makeup Done

At Liverpool Lyssa was getting her makeup done.  While that was happening I was looking around for things to do and look at.  There were a number of girls there that looked nice and summery, so I thought I’d follow them, just for fun. 

Every now and again I would visit Lyssa to see how her make up was coming. 

Lyssa’s mum had arrived.  Lyssa’s mum was our lift home.  Luckily, because it started raining on such a hot day.

Lyssa hated her makeup.  All the way home she was complaining about it.  I can’t really blame her. 

Dress In Formal Wear At Lyssa’s House

At Lyssa’s house she fixed up her makeup.  Then I started getting dressed and had a shower. 

When I was dressed Ali came over.  With half an hour left before the limousine arrived, we drove to Ali’s house to pick up some after-formal clothes.

We tried Campbelltown for some film for the camera and some black socks but couldn’t find any.  I had to go to the St Patrick’s College year 12 formal with white socks on.  I felt stupid but it was funny. 

Penelope was with Ali.  Rita and her boyfriend arrived.  There were already three cameras so we decided to take before formal pictures. 

Jaromir and Velda then arrived.  Soon after, Miroslav, Bielka, Redd and Nadia came.

Limousine Ride To The Year 12 Formal

We all stood on Lyssa’s veranda as her mum took pictures of the whole group hand in hand.  My limousine then arrived.  I greeted the driver, helped Lyssa in the car, and then we took off. 

Inside The Limousine To The Year 12 Formal
Inside Limousine To Year 12 Formal
Ali’s Celica Behind Our Limousine

The limousine was great but the only real let down was the fact there was nothing complimentary.  That didn’t matter, as we turned the system up full ball getting into the mood for the St Patrick’s College year 12 formal. 

Arriving To Our Designated Table

 Arriving first out of our group we sat down in the foyer and talked to Karl and her partner.  A couple of minutes later everyone started to arrive and we were all waiting.

Starting to walk into the room I noticed it wasn’t what I expected.  It was good but smaller and more compact than what I thought. 

There were twelve of us on a table and only eleven seats arranged, so we stole one from another table.  Lyssa and I sat down with the rest of them.  Everyone on the table practically had a camera.  It was funny because that was most of the night, taking pictures. 

I got to meet some interesting faces and I saw Pavlina also being her usual stupid self. 

A Lavish St Patrick’s College Formal Dinner

The food was good even though it was small and brief.  Eating all off my plate, I wouldn’t let any waiter take it from me unless all scraps were diminished.  Then I ate someone else’s food.

Upon eating almost all the food at the St Patrick’s College year 12 formal, we basically all just sat there eating and watching people take photos.  Lyssa and Penelope were always going to the toilet because of their periods. 

Catching Lyssa Smoking With Friends

One time I walked out to go to the toilet myself with Ali.  Ali and I were talking about how good the night was going.  As we walked out I saw Lyssa talking to three other guys and a girl.  She looked at me and immediately put her hand down hiding something.  She walked to an ashtray and extinguished her smoke.

So angry was I that moment that Lyssa would do that to me. 

All I asked of her is not to smoke in front of me and for me to realize on formal night she was smoking was pretty traumatic. 

I wasn’t talking that much to Lyssa after that.  I kept asking her how could she do that and why couldn’t she wait. 

Lyssa couldn’t take my attitude and jumped up to dance with her friends.  I got pissed off and walked to the toilets.

Ali Becomes The Mediator

Ali knew what was wrong and came in with me.  We sat there for a couple of minutes while I talked of how wrong it was what Lyssa done and how inconsiderate it was on my behalf.  Knowing that this was Lyssa’s night and I shouldn’t let that one thing ruin it, I walked back into the room with Ali ready to forgive.  Lyssa was equally wishful, sitting next to me trying to calm me down and sort out the problem. 

That problem was sorted out.  Everyone on the desk could see we were having an argument but they also saw it was resolved.

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A Slow Dance With Lyssa

Sadly, I missed out on dessert and my ice cream.  I wasn’t too devastated.  Lyssa got up to dance to Spice Girls with Penelope.  Ali and I started mimicking the songs lyrics funnily, yelling them out in cavemen tones. 

The night ended beautifully with slow songs coming on.  Everyone walked onto the dance floor to dance, all probably except for Pavlina.  All the couples on our desk were dancing together. 

Lyssa and I were enjoying each others company.  We danced to two slow songs.  We were having a nice time enjoying what we had that night.

Imad Meets Us When Year 12 Formal Ends

When the song was over, we stepped outside.  Imad was waiting for everyone outside.  Ali and I walked to get the car.  Lyssa didn’t mind jumping in his car. 

What I found peculiar was that Lyssa wanted to take a picture with Imad.  She wanted to take a shot.  In the photo Lyssa’s eyes are lit up and she had a big smile on her face with her arm around Imad’s waist.  That made me jealous to see that because I’ve always thought that Lyssa has something for Imad and Imad has something for her.  This just heightens my thought of that.

Corrimal Beach After Party

Jumping into Ali’s car we decided to drive to Corrimal beach where Airds High School’s after party was and also Ingleburn’s or some other school. 

Ali and Penelope took a blanket up to the spot we originally met the girls.  Lyssa and I parked it near the Airds gathering.  Imad was talking to some of the crowd.

Then Johnnie came over with Toby and one of his friends.  He had a conversation with us for half an hour.  He told me that him and his girlfriend have broken up because they don’t agree on many things.  Lyssa and I just sat there listening for a while.  Then he jumped back into the crowd.

Lyssa Gets Frisky In The Car

Imad left an hour or so after he came down.  He opened Ali’s door for us before he left.  Lyssa and I jumped in his car.  I was aroused very much knowing we had a location. 

Lyssa wasn’t embarrassed to place her arm down my pants.  From there it escalated to something more oral.  Very happy that I was on the receiving end I thought I wouldn’t be complete if she didn’t get her portion considering it was her St Patrick’s College year 12 formal night.

Lyssa had her period so I had to be cautious.  As Lyssa and I looked for some tissue paper to clean up the accident, I knew Ali’s car has forever been stained by me.  The closest thing we found was a chocolate wrapper.  I used my boxer shorts to clean some mess. 

Lyssa and I were real sleepy.  We woke up at 5am when Ali and Penelope came back to the car.  Penelope was real late in getting home. 

Lyssa and I slept in the backseat most of the time not aware of what was happening until we arrived in Campbelltown. 

Lyssa and I stayed at her house reaching her front porch at 6am.

I’m too busy to talk right now, gotta go.  Once again I’ve just got to say the St Patrick’s College year 12 Formal was sick but…

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