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Erg. I feel too sick to even make excuses for not updating. I don't think many people read this stuff anyway.
BLOODY POPPUPS!!!!! DIE CHILDREN OF SATAN!!!
Oh and I've a massively sore sprained wrist, so typing this with one hand is a killer. How did that happen, you may ask? No exciting sports injury that's for sure. Just me, doing normal stupid things, like carrying a chair with my palms flat but pointing backwards behind my shoulder, (sounds bizzare but I can't show you so I can only vaguely describe) and this sudden sensation ran up my arm. Starts with p, ends with n and has an ai in the middle.
Anyways I have been mighty busy, camps and days off and so forth. My uncle's wedding was a couple of weeks ago now (I can't remember if I mentioned it or not) and it was so petite and gorgeous. They did the little "look at each other shyly and giggle thing". Aww. I hope I get married someday. It looks so cute.
A few days after that I had band camp. I don't know how other people fared but I had fun. A few weird things happened.
The first night of the two night event (*I'm sparing on punctuation today, hyphens included, because my hands can barely function) was utterly chaotic. We stayed up chatting and gossiping (as teenage girls tend to do) until past one thirty, at which point I fell asleep. I slept on one of the top bunks of the run-down barely-civilised cabins. At around a quarter past five, a loud, screeching bipping noise sounded from above my head.
The fucking smoke alarm.
After taking me a few seconds to figure out what the hell it was, I struggled out of my sleeping bag in attempt to shut it off.
The others occupying the cabin had also been awoken by the wailing. I reached to turn the light on.
Unfortunately at that exact moment, a possum had run up an pole nearby and electrocuted itself, causing the power to be disconnected.
To my dismay I failed to turn on the light switch.
"TURN THAT BLOODY THING OFF CHARLOTTE!" came the simultaneous screams of those below me.
"I CAN'T FREAKING SEE IT!" I screamed back.
After finally feeling the roof awhile in attempts to locate it, I acheived my goal and set on removing the batteries.
"TAKE OUT THE BATTERIES!" they cried.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M FUCKING TRYING TO DO!!"
To my surprise and disappointment, after much searching I yelled, "THERE'S NO BATTERIES!!!"
While the other girls set on piling up mattresses and pillows to mute the noise, I tried to vent the fan, because the only other time this had happened to me was at my grandparent's caravan, and when you blow at it for awhile it stopped. So I blew at it gently. Oh oh, spagghettios! The screeching only became more high pitched and increasing in volume.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" we all cried, somehow miraculously managing not to wake up the surrounding cabins.
It was then deliberated upon who would go and fetch the teachers, who we suspected would not have had much sleep during the night. Because I am a mature, responsible teenager who gets very cranky when not getting enough sleep I and another girl went, using a mobile phone as some sort of torching device.
The teachers were really good about it, and at that moment the ranger guy had come to check the power pole so he dealt with the fixing of the device.
A couple of hours later the girls and I were killing ourselves that we hadn't just thrown the damn thing into the nextdoor boys cabin. We are so stupid.
The camp consisted of a lot of "inter-member-bonding", and activity which I despise, mainly for the fact that I know many of the members wish not to bond with me. The rest of the time was spent rehearsing. We sound really tight now. And I've been given a solo. How exciting. It was going to be "Get Up Offa That Thing" - James Brown, which the other band members I associate with enjoyed because it was a rare occasion that they got to view my abnormal dancing abilities. I was so pumped. We've changed the song now though, to "Respect" - Aretha Franklin, which will be even better. So that'll be fun.
The next night I got less sleep but survived on adrenalin, and the evening consisted of half naked boys entering our cabin in the middle of the night, and plotting practical jokes, us on them and them on us. It was amusing. One of them was taking photos on his phone of people sleeping. It was funny.
So I didn't really feel like going home the next day but eventually did.
Easter weekend was good. My aunt who works at the Royal Children's Hospital in Melbourne got some All Saints guy's autograph and was proudly showing it off to everyone. As I said earlier, I feel sick, so the chocolate has not really been eaten to its full extent yet.
I hope everyone had a great Easter, right now I have to get ready to go back into town to buy "provisions" for my next camp on Wednesday.
Til I Can Be Bothered To Write Again,
Charlotte.
BLOODY POPPUPS!!!!! DIE CHILDREN OF SATAN!!!
Oh and I've a massively sore sprained wrist, so typing this with one hand is a killer. How did that happen, you may ask? No exciting sports injury that's for sure. Just me, doing normal stupid things, like carrying a chair with my palms flat but pointing backwards behind my shoulder, (sounds bizzare but I can't show you so I can only vaguely describe) and this sudden sensation ran up my arm. Starts with p, ends with n and has an ai in the middle.
Anyways I have been mighty busy, camps and days off and so forth. My uncle's wedding was a couple of weeks ago now (I can't remember if I mentioned it or not) and it was so petite and gorgeous. They did the little "look at each other shyly and giggle thing". Aww. I hope I get married someday. It looks so cute.
A few days after that I had band camp. I don't know how other people fared but I had fun. A few weird things happened.
The first night of the two night event (*I'm sparing on punctuation today, hyphens included, because my hands can barely function) was utterly chaotic. We stayed up chatting and gossiping (as teenage girls tend to do) until past one thirty, at which point I fell asleep. I slept on one of the top bunks of the run-down barely-civilised cabins. At around a quarter past five, a loud, screeching bipping noise sounded from above my head.
The fucking smoke alarm.
After taking me a few seconds to figure out what the hell it was, I struggled out of my sleeping bag in attempt to shut it off.
The others occupying the cabin had also been awoken by the wailing. I reached to turn the light on.
Unfortunately at that exact moment, a possum had run up an pole nearby and electrocuted itself, causing the power to be disconnected.
To my dismay I failed to turn on the light switch.
"TURN THAT BLOODY THING OFF CHARLOTTE!" came the simultaneous screams of those below me.
"I CAN'T FREAKING SEE IT!" I screamed back.
After finally feeling the roof awhile in attempts to locate it, I acheived my goal and set on removing the batteries.
"TAKE OUT THE BATTERIES!" they cried.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M FUCKING TRYING TO DO!!"
To my surprise and disappointment, after much searching I yelled, "THERE'S NO BATTERIES!!!"
While the other girls set on piling up mattresses and pillows to mute the noise, I tried to vent the fan, because the only other time this had happened to me was at my grandparent's caravan, and when you blow at it for awhile it stopped. So I blew at it gently. Oh oh, spagghettios! The screeching only became more high pitched and increasing in volume.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" we all cried, somehow miraculously managing not to wake up the surrounding cabins.
It was then deliberated upon who would go and fetch the teachers, who we suspected would not have had much sleep during the night. Because I am a mature, responsible teenager who gets very cranky when not getting enough sleep I and another girl went, using a mobile phone as some sort of torching device.
The teachers were really good about it, and at that moment the ranger guy had come to check the power pole so he dealt with the fixing of the device.
A couple of hours later the girls and I were killing ourselves that we hadn't just thrown the damn thing into the nextdoor boys cabin. We are so stupid.
The camp consisted of a lot of "inter-member-bonding", and activity which I despise, mainly for the fact that I know many of the members wish not to bond with me. The rest of the time was spent rehearsing. We sound really tight now. And I've been given a solo. How exciting. It was going to be "Get Up Offa That Thing" - James Brown, which the other band members I associate with enjoyed because it was a rare occasion that they got to view my abnormal dancing abilities. I was so pumped. We've changed the song now though, to "Respect" - Aretha Franklin, which will be even better. So that'll be fun.
The next night I got less sleep but survived on adrenalin, and the evening consisted of half naked boys entering our cabin in the middle of the night, and plotting practical jokes, us on them and them on us. It was amusing. One of them was taking photos on his phone of people sleeping. It was funny.
So I didn't really feel like going home the next day but eventually did.
Easter weekend was good. My aunt who works at the Royal Children's Hospital in Melbourne got some All Saints guy's autograph and was proudly showing it off to everyone. As I said earlier, I feel sick, so the chocolate has not really been eaten to its full extent yet.
I hope everyone had a great Easter, right now I have to get ready to go back into town to buy "provisions" for my next camp on Wednesday.
Til I Can Be Bothered To Write Again,
Charlotte.