My imaginary friend here thinks you have mental problems :)
i usually spend my sundays sitting at home doing homework or dancing around to crazy greek music but suprisingly yesterday i found myself with 2 of my greek school friends, sitting in a large building ,with "free the pathenon marbles" written on it,half asleep. As a VCE student for VSL's modern greek i was made to go to a talk about our exams for NEXT YEAR with my greek school class. Effie, effie and i caught the train to lonsdale st so listen to 3 people talk to a group of unintrested greek students for 2 hours yesterday ... so im going to tell you about it O_O :D
i didnt know melbourne central was on lonsdale street, so when we got off the train and asked the person working in the cafe for directions to lonsdale street he stared at us as if we were something unusual. We, of course, were only familiar with the greek part of lonsdale street, the part that has greek music blaring from its stores, the best giros in melb and just as good cakes next door, and the big white building that has "free the pathenon marbles" on it. After the talk was over we went to stale ...stal ....damn forgot what its called to get giros, and by the time we were half way through our lamb and chicken giros we were STUFFED. Our teacher dragged us to the cake shop next door and made fed us cakes until we thought we would spew and then we circled melbourne central 'till we decided to catch the train back home. We waited at caufield station for one of the effie's bf to meet her, which took an hour because there were people protesting on the tracks. HONESTLY, who protests on train tracks?? by the time i got home it was 5, and i was so tired and full that i went to sleep.
i think im going to spend these holidays either preparing for my 16th, formal shopping or watching the entire season of bones ....again O_O
'till next time...TOODLES!
i didnt know melbourne central was on lonsdale street, so when we got off the train and asked the person working in the cafe for directions to lonsdale street he stared at us as if we were something unusual. We, of course, were only familiar with the greek part of lonsdale street, the part that has greek music blaring from its stores, the best giros in melb and just as good cakes next door, and the big white building that has "free the pathenon marbles" on it. After the talk was over we went to stale ...stal ....damn forgot what its called to get giros, and by the time we were half way through our lamb and chicken giros we were STUFFED. Our teacher dragged us to the cake shop next door and made fed us cakes until we thought we would spew and then we circled melbourne central 'till we decided to catch the train back home. We waited at caufield station for one of the effie's bf to meet her, which took an hour because there were people protesting on the tracks. HONESTLY, who protests on train tracks?? by the time i got home it was 5, and i was so tired and full that i went to sleep.
i think im going to spend these holidays either preparing for my 16th, formal shopping or watching the entire season of bones ....again O_O
'till next time...TOODLES!