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"A fall from the third floor hurts as much as a fall from the hundredth
If i have to fall, may it be from a high place"
What a euphoric four days. One beautiful entry before i emerse myself in all the school work i should have been doing while i was instead:
Dancing
Drinking
Talking
Laughing
Eating
Listening
Being high
Camping
Not wearing shoes
Being Amazed
Being hit on
Buying books
Buying CDs
Buying amazingly colourful wonderful clothes
Having the most amazing time
So, i'm going to take up a ridiculous amount of space on your friends page with a silly recount of my adventures, because well i can never remember how to make cuts, i am live journal illiterate. ENJOY..
Friday morning went forever, Ella came over about ten and picked up our stuff to give to Josh and Rose to drive up with.. I can't even remember how the rest of the day passed. Anyway, got on the train about 2, where Ella produced two "Special" cookies, that she saved for the trip. (Ok, so this is the only time you will ever read of me being a stoner.. Special occasion..)
Palm trees have never been so amusing
Yes, we were those ridiculously annoying train passengers.
Arrived at Byron about 8.30, met our camping neighbour Kim, who was gorgeous, and sat outside our tent smoking a joint with us. Rose and i sat in the back of Josh's car enjoying temporary effects of the crappy cookies. Halarity in the back of a yellow want-to-be pannel van.
Saturday night was FABULOUS. Michael Franti is an absolute performing god. Though, most importantly.. Whoever you are, whatever your intrests, tastes in music, style.. Whatever.. Get your ass to a George Clinton Parliament/Funkadelic NOW. Never, ever ever have a been to a better live show.
Sunday kind of sucked a bit.. Had to leave John Butler early, saw Beautiful Girls though, they're great. Rose harassed Tim Freedman, which was halarious in so many ways.
"YOU CAN STOP ME" she screams as she mischeviously takes his photo against his will!
Monday rocked my world. Zoe came, we saw bright eyes, met his BAND! Bought Guarana from "Happy High Herbs".
We were so cool and naughty.
Saw George Clinton to finish a fabulous three days. Danced with a semi-hot guy.. Too old for me, however. He asked me if he could hold my hand, how fabulously gorgeous. Shared the best joint i have ever smoked. Drank guarna in my bourbon and danced and screamed until i could do neither any more.
So here i am, back in reality.. Dealing with the repercussions of my absence. And completely sick with a terrible flu/cold. Ella thinks we're going to die..
I want a funky funeral.
Love to you all
If i have to fall, may it be from a high place"
What a euphoric four days. One beautiful entry before i emerse myself in all the school work i should have been doing while i was instead:
Dancing
Drinking
Talking
Laughing
Eating
Listening
Being high
Camping
Not wearing shoes
Being Amazed
Being hit on
Buying books
Buying CDs
Buying amazingly colourful wonderful clothes
Having the most amazing time
So, i'm going to take up a ridiculous amount of space on your friends page with a silly recount of my adventures, because well i can never remember how to make cuts, i am live journal illiterate. ENJOY..
Friday morning went forever, Ella came over about ten and picked up our stuff to give to Josh and Rose to drive up with.. I can't even remember how the rest of the day passed. Anyway, got on the train about 2, where Ella produced two "Special" cookies, that she saved for the trip. (Ok, so this is the only time you will ever read of me being a stoner.. Special occasion..)
Palm trees have never been so amusing
Yes, we were those ridiculously annoying train passengers.
Arrived at Byron about 8.30, met our camping neighbour Kim, who was gorgeous, and sat outside our tent smoking a joint with us. Rose and i sat in the back of Josh's car enjoying temporary effects of the crappy cookies. Halarity in the back of a yellow want-to-be pannel van.
Saturday night was FABULOUS. Michael Franti is an absolute performing god. Though, most importantly.. Whoever you are, whatever your intrests, tastes in music, style.. Whatever.. Get your ass to a George Clinton Parliament/Funkadelic NOW. Never, ever ever have a been to a better live show.
Sunday kind of sucked a bit.. Had to leave John Butler early, saw Beautiful Girls though, they're great. Rose harassed Tim Freedman, which was halarious in so many ways.
"YOU CAN STOP ME" she screams as she mischeviously takes his photo against his will!
Monday rocked my world. Zoe came, we saw bright eyes, met his BAND! Bought Guarana from "Happy High Herbs".
We were so cool and naughty.
Saw George Clinton to finish a fabulous three days. Danced with a semi-hot guy.. Too old for me, however. He asked me if he could hold my hand, how fabulously gorgeous. Shared the best joint i have ever smoked. Drank guarna in my bourbon and danced and screamed until i could do neither any more.
So here i am, back in reality.. Dealing with the repercussions of my absence. And completely sick with a terrible flu/cold. Ella thinks we're going to die..
I want a funky funeral.
Love to you all