GO THE GOOSE.
The Greedy Goose won Mrr. HOWZAT! .. I'm glad they beat Sydney but I must say Sydney were gracious losers, still GO THE GOOSE!
Back from Sydney. what and arsehole of a trip. I would have much perefred to be here in Port, in Bed, sleeping.
I went to Morgans party on Friday night, FREEZING COLD. It was like 4 degrees and me Bulmer and Cat came up against 3 guys from her swimming team. They had a hose and 3 buckets of water, we got our arses kicked and I couldnt feel my toes for about 2 hours afterwards. So. Bloody. Cold. It was a load of fun though, Im going to miss Morgan like hell. Cause thats just what I do. I now have 2 people to pine for when shcool gets arse.
Anywho I got home at 11pm on friday after sevral hours of running around bare footed and bareley clothed in the freezing cold having various water fights. (I know what you're thinking, who runs around in thier swimmers at night in this weather?! I do) I had to get up at 6 the following morning to head off to Sydney. You can imagine how tried,sore,and grumpy I was. I dont usally get up before midday on weekends. *grumble* Im a sloth like creature. I shoved about 3 pillows and a doona in the backseat of the car and compensated for my lack of sleep on the trip down to sydney.
My MP3 player died halfway through the trip, thus I had to put up with my parents 40's music. Fajuh! Trying to sleep through that crap is like trying to sleep through having a hole in your tooth filled. So i gave up.
Got to Sydney, got rushed to my Nanas house , had about 10 minutes to get ready for Drews wedding, its hard to look decent in 10 minutes. So i went off looking like a scrub.
The wedding itself was peachy. The reception was held at the courtyard marriot. I hated the reception. the food was good, the company was annoying. Terri was leaving early so i junked a lift back to her place and just hung out until my parents came back form the recption. Mum was singing about sponges, up on the piss.
Went back to Lord Ben's. had a shitty nights sleep , the bed was like a rock with jutty outty bits. Dad tried waking me up at 7am the next morning and i kicked him , there was no way I was getting out of bed after the last 2 nights sleep at that time. So him and mum went off for breakfast and I eventully dragged my scrubbed self out of bed.
I got lipstick all over the white pillow cases, so before the rentals and whoever else returned i put the on the pillows inside out. I thought I was pretty tricky doing that. We went over to my uncles place in Manly. I spent the time poking thier cat with a stick that had feathers attatched to it. such Joy. Went for a stroll around the area, talk about over sized houses. Then we went out to lunch at some swizzy fish reaturaunt in castle Hill with assorted annoying family members.
I downed 2 flutes of Champers and ate as much as I could. Now i feel like crawling under a rock and dying:
Champaigne + chocolate cake + Lemon Chilli squid = One sick looking/sick feeling/BLAH Kim.
I really want tomorrow off but mum wont allow that. So if you see me looking like a hobo who is down on his luck collpased around the school tomorrow, be kind. shovel me some where soft and out of the way and leave me to wallow in my own self pity.
RespecT. KimberleA.
Back from Sydney. what and arsehole of a trip. I would have much perefred to be here in Port, in Bed, sleeping.
I went to Morgans party on Friday night, FREEZING COLD. It was like 4 degrees and me Bulmer and Cat came up against 3 guys from her swimming team. They had a hose and 3 buckets of water, we got our arses kicked and I couldnt feel my toes for about 2 hours afterwards. So. Bloody. Cold. It was a load of fun though, Im going to miss Morgan like hell. Cause thats just what I do. I now have 2 people to pine for when shcool gets arse.
Anywho I got home at 11pm on friday after sevral hours of running around bare footed and bareley clothed in the freezing cold having various water fights. (I know what you're thinking, who runs around in thier swimmers at night in this weather?! I do) I had to get up at 6 the following morning to head off to Sydney. You can imagine how tried,sore,and grumpy I was. I dont usally get up before midday on weekends. *grumble* Im a sloth like creature. I shoved about 3 pillows and a doona in the backseat of the car and compensated for my lack of sleep on the trip down to sydney.
My MP3 player died halfway through the trip, thus I had to put up with my parents 40's music. Fajuh! Trying to sleep through that crap is like trying to sleep through having a hole in your tooth filled. So i gave up.
Got to Sydney, got rushed to my Nanas house , had about 10 minutes to get ready for Drews wedding, its hard to look decent in 10 minutes. So i went off looking like a scrub.
The wedding itself was peachy. The reception was held at the courtyard marriot. I hated the reception. the food was good, the company was annoying. Terri was leaving early so i junked a lift back to her place and just hung out until my parents came back form the recption. Mum was singing about sponges, up on the piss.
Went back to Lord Ben's. had a shitty nights sleep , the bed was like a rock with jutty outty bits. Dad tried waking me up at 7am the next morning and i kicked him , there was no way I was getting out of bed after the last 2 nights sleep at that time. So him and mum went off for breakfast and I eventully dragged my scrubbed self out of bed.
I got lipstick all over the white pillow cases, so before the rentals and whoever else returned i put the on the pillows inside out. I thought I was pretty tricky doing that. We went over to my uncles place in Manly. I spent the time poking thier cat with a stick that had feathers attatched to it. such Joy. Went for a stroll around the area, talk about over sized houses. Then we went out to lunch at some swizzy fish reaturaunt in castle Hill with assorted annoying family members.
I downed 2 flutes of Champers and ate as much as I could. Now i feel like crawling under a rock and dying:
Champaigne + chocolate cake + Lemon Chilli squid = One sick looking/sick feeling/BLAH Kim.
I really want tomorrow off but mum wont allow that. So if you see me looking like a hobo who is down on his luck collpased around the school tomorrow, be kind. shovel me some where soft and out of the way and leave me to wallow in my own self pity.
RespecT. KimberleA.