I'm sitting in the kitchen at Dalmeny, and wishing that I was doing something else. It just happens to be raining today, which makes things quite annoying. I mean, where's the fun in going to the coast when you can't even go to the beach?
Dad's boat is also kinda broken, so even when the water does stop falling out of the sky, we still won't be able to go waterskiing. Not that I actually like the skiing part of that, but it is great fun going on what Edd calls "the drinkmat," I call "the mad super li-lo thing" and what everyone else calls "the biscuit." Basicly, it's this blow-up mat air bed looking thing that you lay on and get pulled behind the boat. Yesterday I went on it with my Aunty Anne and she fell off. I started to laugh as soon as it happened, but then realized the patential seriousness of the situation. Luckily though, she was fine, so I was free to laugh as much as I liked, whenever I liked.
On new-year's eve, I did a very stupid thing. Without knowing it, I blew fourty-five dollars on my mobile phone talking to
Andrew. So, when I tried to do my phone banking yesterday, I received quite a nasty shock when Optus told me that I did not have enough money to call anyone. Of course, having only recharged my phone a day before that, my first thought was "Bullshit!" The first thing I did after thinking that obsenity was to call and find out exactly how much money I had. I found out that I only had 14 cents, and spent the whole day being furious with myself, while trying to enjoy a day at the lake.
Now that I've written a completely pointless entry, I shall post it and hope that it is liked, or at least read by someone.