&#i’m here with all of my people;;locked up with all of my people;;so let me hear you scream if you’re with me#&

time: 8;17pm

listening: the presets / .collection(q)

eating: nothing; between courses =P

You might have gathered by now that my blog is not really intended to recount the minute details of my life (if you haven’t, you may or may not want to discontinue reading; it obviously isn’t really worth the effort), but rather, my thoughts on the world as related to something happening in my life. Usually. Today is an exception, but I still can’t be bothered to write an essay about myself, so you will just have to deal with bullet points.

On the subject of camp

• I sliced open my finger (only shallow, don’t get all worried) on a bottle of ginger beer which smashed in my bag about 10 minutes before we were supposed to leave; it hurt, but it was also a very good way to jump the queue onto the bus.
• I managed to (finally) pull an all-nighter. With Dara as my companion, we used gingerbread men and UNO to make it past that 4 o’clock mark. So much fun.
• I directed a canoe of blindfolded people quite successfully, and we ended up winning. Because really, winning is all we care about at St George. Yes, thankyou Alison, it is always nice to have your flaws pointed out to you about fifty times.
• I received quite a number of strange looks when I raised my hand in Sally’s talk. Not going to explain, but any St Georgian will get me. If you were one of those people who stared at me, all I can say is that you are rather insensitive, and may want to go searching through your maths notes for some compassion.
• I lost all tolerance (oh wow, she really is a hypocrite) for people who would not. just. jump.
• I took 24 photos on a disposable camera which I was given by Ms Horley. That was so much more of a mission than I would have thought.
• I drank a rather large amount of V whilst stacking 16 crates on top of each other.

What a camp.

On the weekend (another list.. because who doesn’t love a good list)

• I went out to dinner twice; once with my mum’s side of the family, and once with just my family
• I convinced my two and a half year old twin cousins to choose another cubby house, not in the ferns behind the security guard eating his Subway dinner. He didn’t smile. Ever.
• I bought four croissants at 8 in the morning, because I’m such a loving daughter.
• I went to a jazz thing in a pub in Balmain, which was brilliant. I ended up being hit on by an 80 year old man, who kept talking to me. At least he was better than the one my sister got; he was about 50 and actually asked her to dance, where he proceeded to practically molest her. Escaping from the old man, I ended up dancing with Mil’s music teacher. A very fun night, involving a nice sms convo with an equally nice boy.

So there’s my life in a nutshell since last week. I hope I bored you as much as I bored myself.