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i have just realised that over the past week i have MC'd our theatre sports competition. Wandered the steets of newtown and gone to see tegan and sara at the enmore which involved a whole lot of screaming, jumping, singing and clapping. Participated in a mudfight in a construction sight at midnight (well that ryhmed pretty cool!). Cleaned, hauled and stacked bricks with my friends to repay mum for breaking my letterbox in our awesome letterbox escapade. Explored the huge, beautiful, old, boarded up, graffitied, abandoned building next to the cinema. Went to a party with a bouncer. And started going out with a really really awesome boy.
go back another week i went to the beach with my class and ate icecream and pizza on the warm cement of the manly corso. Laughed at a storm while on it broke over us while we were on the ferry from manly to circular quey. went to an awesome book shop and bought one of my best friends a birthday present of comics and the book of the princess bride for myself. got attacked by territorial lads who didnt like my friends long hair (he's a boy, boys arent "ment" to have long hair. he's also my boyfriend now. how amazing is that!?)
go back another week and i cant remember for the life of me where i was. this is not due to any drugs or alcohol, the days simply merge and then i lose track.
go back another week and it was my year 10 formal. instead of getting smashed at an after party me and my friends loaded my letterbox (which is one of the bick pillars outside my house and consists of about 40ish bricks. heavy) into a shopping trolley and roped it in with the help of my dad (unbeknownst to my mum and my stepdad) and hauled it across the town in the pissing rain with about a dozen teenagers who i love to bits.
go back another week and Bos'n ruel the second died. He was our dog and he was 8 years old, thats half my lifetime. i remember being 8 years old and sitting on the floor of dads workshop with my brother teaching bos'n to sit. i remember many many times over his entire lifetime, curling up with him when ever i was upset. i remember how he'd follow the joggers to the dogpark when he was little and the next thing we knew we'd get a call saying your dog is in brookvale. i remember running with him and chasing him and throwing a stick for him. i remember how he'd never bring the bloody stick back! he'd sit an stay and come and hi-5 and hi-10 and watch out of the way and stop licking you and lye down and rollover and more if you asked him nicely but he'd never bring the bloody stick back. i also had a painful phone conversation the night before bos'n died.
go back another week and i cant remember, i rememeber it was good though.
my life is so so ful of ups and downs, an incredible rollercoaster ride of pain and joy. from my point of view teenage life IS all its cracked up to be. i'm LOVING life (i really miss bos'n though) and its beautiful fullness.
go back another week i went to the beach with my class and ate icecream and pizza on the warm cement of the manly corso. Laughed at a storm while on it broke over us while we were on the ferry from manly to circular quey. went to an awesome book shop and bought one of my best friends a birthday present of comics and the book of the princess bride for myself. got attacked by territorial lads who didnt like my friends long hair (he's a boy, boys arent "ment" to have long hair. he's also my boyfriend now. how amazing is that!?)
go back another week and i cant remember for the life of me where i was. this is not due to any drugs or alcohol, the days simply merge and then i lose track.
go back another week and it was my year 10 formal. instead of getting smashed at an after party me and my friends loaded my letterbox (which is one of the bick pillars outside my house and consists of about 40ish bricks. heavy) into a shopping trolley and roped it in with the help of my dad (unbeknownst to my mum and my stepdad) and hauled it across the town in the pissing rain with about a dozen teenagers who i love to bits.
go back another week and Bos'n ruel the second died. He was our dog and he was 8 years old, thats half my lifetime. i remember being 8 years old and sitting on the floor of dads workshop with my brother teaching bos'n to sit. i remember many many times over his entire lifetime, curling up with him when ever i was upset. i remember how he'd follow the joggers to the dogpark when he was little and the next thing we knew we'd get a call saying your dog is in brookvale. i remember running with him and chasing him and throwing a stick for him. i remember how he'd never bring the bloody stick back! he'd sit an stay and come and hi-5 and hi-10 and watch out of the way and stop licking you and lye down and rollover and more if you asked him nicely but he'd never bring the bloody stick back. i also had a painful phone conversation the night before bos'n died.
go back another week and i cant remember, i rememeber it was good though.
my life is so so ful of ups and downs, an incredible rollercoaster ride of pain and joy. from my point of view teenage life IS all its cracked up to be. i'm LOVING life (i really miss bos'n though) and its beautiful fullness.