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28 January that woe is meForgive the depressing title, my dear innmates, but really, i have pretty much nothing but depressing stuff for news.
I refuse point blank to write a "god life sux" blog, or a "god i'm bored" one for that matter.
Thus this is to be the ever more worthwile "statement of intention/philosophy" blog.
Yes i feel like crap, BUT
1. I will NOT force you to hear why
2. I will NOT disrupt the privacy of my freinds and loved ones by telling any form of semi-harmful info about them
3. I will NOT bore you with my own boredom. Yes, to all blog writers everywhere, writing "I'm bored" is BORING!!
THANK YOU!!!
and lastly, since this entire blog has been a pointless rant
 , i hope you are all well, and i entreaty you all once again to comment, even if only to say something completely random and unrelated, and to those freinds of mine whom i do not have a reasonable photo of, FOR LORD'S SAKE SEND ME ONE!!!!Thank you innmates, for your kind patronage. 17 January i just got home and i'm eating noodles (or, da big tree)Well inmates, spent another immencely pleasant two days at the hosehold of my dear boyfriend. (slurp)
Of the more momentous activities was going on a little drive and then a littler walk to see a very big tree- it was over 550 yrs old, and as with most trees that have been on this continent conciderably longer than anyone who may be looking at them, it was in an absolutely gorgeous glade-like thing surrounded by ferns that inexplicably remind you of "Jurassic Park". I tried to take a photo, but I sneezed. Kinda looks pretty funky though, so I kept it for the sake of psychodelia. (slurp slurp)
Met an array of jerks in 4-wheel-drives on the way up, clearly high and asking us if we'd seen any weed growing ("no, we've kinda only just got here, YOU #&^%$#*!!!" ). But, they were stupid enough to keep their windows down when the went over the huge puddle on the way in, so they got what was coming to them. Least they actually took the things off-road, in their defence.
So yes, I highly reccomend going out to find a very big tree- there are a lot in Victoria if your determined enough. Huge suckers you can't fit five people around (incidentally, Wes, his dad and I with our arms streatched out only covered about a third in width).
Actually, the main woe of the trip was that my little camera doesn't hold that terribly mutch, especially when your taking films to get in an entire tree...Anyway Wes' family had recently bought a new one, so he brought it along to try it out, and of course, every photo he took of me on my camera looks crappy, every one of me he took on his is an uncharacteristicly good photo.
Damn irony. (slurp)
Well, of you go then. 02 January the party saga continuesHello inmates!
I went off to a paddoc in the middle of nowhere for new years, where me and my beloved friends (despite their lack of comments here) rang in the new year with much alcohol potato and chocolate- i only partook in the latter two of course, but there is nothing more humerous than being the only person able to properly remember the night before... heh heh heh...
Actually, i was not the only one sober- only two of our count (around ten or eleven of us, all up) were actually drunk- poor Cathy and dear old Jed. However many did come to realise that even drinking in moderation did not quite agree with them, a crying shame no doubt.
Mind, it being the hottest weather on record (45-46 degrees) for most of the daylight hours can't have helped- it got cooler in the night of course, but not everyone was prepared for that- one unfortunate lad- our host- did not have a shirt for most of the evening. I personally did not have a blanket, but given my tentmate was once an army cadet, it didn't matter much.
First true insidence of drink-induced vomiting this party, again poor Cathy, and a clear repeat of the hangover sicknesses of previous events. Actually the worst part of the whole thing was when we got home- the reched heat got too much for myself and Wes, and we quite literally collapsed on our respective couches (too hot to share one), and due to a lack of air-conditioning in the dump in which I live, we were reduced to a singular fan, three esky bricks and an ice pack. Lord knows how mum survived.
It was not fun, ladies and gentlepeople.
It has rained since then, hurrah hurrah. A neat 23 for the second day of the new year.
Have a good one folks!
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