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Tuesday, January 13 - Holidays and Bolidays NOTE: This blog was written in Canberra and posted on the 16th of Jan but I changed the date manually.Well... we're in canberra... and i'm a little bit bored right about now... mum and i left our house at about quater to three or four... i'm not sure... anyway... it took us 3hrs and a half... for the first two hours i sat in the front, keepin mum company and basically staring out the window and planning my future life [i would live in a house made out fo marshmellows and i would drink red wine all the time]... then i made her stop at 2hrs coz the whole "Stop, revive, survive" thing... so we stopped at a roadhouse and i got a hotdog and she got a tea and i got rocky road and she got a muffin and i got a sprite... then it had started to pour with rain, so we raced to the car but i sat in the back the rest of the way and watched Goldmember in the car... it finished exactly as we were pulling up outside the unit... The unit is just how i remember it... 5 rooms... lounge/kitchen area, two bedrooms, bathroom and toilet... i get the bedroom this time coz mitchie isn't here... last time i had to sleep in the lounge/kitchen area on an old fold-out bed... not very nice... anyway..., now i get a double bed which totally rocks! coz I don't normally sleep in a double bed... hehehehe... dad has heaps and heaps of cool food in the cupboards... he has a couple of dozen bottles of wine, 5 boxes of tissues, about 7 packets of bringles, 5 blocks of chocolate, 5 kinds of ice cream, lotsa coffee, sardines, etc etc etc. He buys big... oh, and lotsa coke and solo... Mum's watching nip tuck right now... dad's in his room trying to sleep and i'm sitting in my room typing this and about to hit the sack too... i'm tired... didn't sleep in the car... i normally would but it's really dangerous to sleep in the front... or so it feels like... i'm writing this story... it's about three people... i called it "I'm not a writer" so far... but i'm not sure about the name... the three people in the story lead totally different lives but the same things happen to them and they deal with them in really different ways but always the same, if u know what i mean... anyway... if i write it really well it might turn out okay... maybe... would be a nice movie... mum and I are going to try and get out hair done tomorrow or at least book... i have decided that i want to get the tips done red... that is my decision... and that is final... hehehehe... duno how it'll work out... but i might as well hope for the best... We had chinese for dinner... it wasn't amazing... but it was okay... i feel a little bit sick now... oh well... 10:34PM Tuesday January 13th 2004. crumble | 10:34 pm
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aoi's design from SCRATCH © 2004
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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