Barbie.

Let me be cocky for a sec. Where ever i go, I bring the sun with me. A day set to be raining says 'all over google', ended up as perfect BBQ weather, minus the few cold breezes. 

Firstly the BBQ started off, boring. But i have to admit it got funner, when a few boys got a little tipsy or drunk. When a drunk person imitates another drunk person, its the funnest thing ever. I ducked out early with a few people and went for coffee and ice-cream, because i thought the BBQ party got out of hand. Stupidly, i had totally forgotten to take my bag with me, which had my camera. Been shitting myself for the past few hours or so. Got the biggest adrenaline rush when i got a phone call saying that they dropped it, and there is a crack. When i got home, thankfully, someone dropped by to give me my camera and bag back. Thanks so so such. Ps. they lied about dropping it.

Its like hangover all over again. Switched on my camera, and went through the photos. They took a total of 284 photos. 1/4 of the photos are blurred, 1/20 of the photo was of someones groin, and one nipple photo. Thanks guys. Boys can be such luvos too.

Wanna see the photos?

 

Jack&Rose

If its raining outside, you will find me inside. Though, the last few days of term 3 was a bitch. The sun rays were hotter then ever. Its only the beginning of spring and it had already hit a 31 degrees day. It just makes me think "If its already hot like this, can you imagine summer". As it got hotter, i know the intimate days with the heater and I are almost over. But thank god I didn't put it away and sent it to the garage just yet. Its cold today and i need it. I tend to mention about the weather alot, I'm not sure why. I guess, the weather really does make an impact on me. Pathetic fallacy?

The first days of holidays well spent at home. I know its bad for me, but living off cups and cups of caffeine. I find myself laying in the middle of the night wondering why i cant go to sleep.

Been keeping myself interesting, by books and movies. 
Holiday reading is to complete "catcher in the rye" as well as these three fun books/mag.

A new addition of life in my room. I would like to introduce you to my two Siamese fighting fish (Betta fish). I call them Jack &Rose. When i first got them, i thought it was okay to put a male and a female together, to my surprise after coming out of the shower, they were head out fighting each other. Both charging 100km Per/h at each other.  First instinct was to run to the kitchen and pull out a chopstick to separate them while dad finds another tank. So much for Jack & Rose, perhaps, Tom and Jerry? Edward and Jacob? who knows.

As they are peacefully in separate tanks, i wonder if they get lonely? The male one, is in my room, its fins are more dazzling and i just want to keep it all to myself, selfish i know. I would have went to the red Siamese fish, (red is my favorite color), but i didn't get to pick them. These will do just as fine. I've never been so interested in fish, ever since i got these babies.

Protest

Yay, gotta love strikes. Since most teachers are off protesting, school is off. 

My plans for strike were pretty much pigging out at home, snuggle with a cup of tea, catch up with some reading and finish off uncompleted assignments. That is exactly not what happened today.

Went to Parramatta westies, on the most dull and depressed day. Training it to parra, I met Peter. Let me tell you about this "Peter". At Granville station, Leyla and I were waiting for our train. Such girls we are, we were comparing our hair color. A man walked past and said "Lovely hair, ladies" and kept walking, he kept walking alright, he walked all the way... back to us. Had a nice conversation actually. He was a man in he's thirties walking he's bike, smoking, and had alot of stitches on he's face. He was very into astronomy as he was telling me how amazing Saturn and Venus is, and that he can see them through he's telescope. What was Leyla doing? Shitting herself. Our trained arrived, and I politely ended the conversation, he said to stay in school, shook my hand and asked for my name, immediately i said "Emily", and he went to shake Leyla's hand, she just stuttered, repeating the syllable "Ma", and started laughing. Smooth.

Breakfast at Max Brenner's. Not over loading it, we each ordered a drink, shared chocolate dipped strawberries and had a few sample chocolates. It was perfect.

  

Did i ever tell you that shopping is excellent exercise? Walked around for hours shopping and buying this and that. 

Around lunch time, my stomach started acting up. Couldn't tell whether it was the time of the month pain or my stomach problems again. There i was, on the floor at the "Sumo Salad" bar. Excruciating pain that's not stopping. "Get up, your embarrassing me", Leyla sighed as she was ordering two chicken presto salads.

  

Once the shopping bags starts leaving cuff marks on arms, the walking slows down, enthusiasm died out. It's time to head home, or back to Loan's place.

Chilled out with some cupcakes and tea. Then running outside to take photos. A realization occurred to me today, that ute drivers are such creeps. A total count of three beeps of horns in 20 minutes and a man on a bike took a photo with us. 

Peter Pan colar dress: Ebay

Cardigan: ValleyGirl
Belt: Bardot

Necklace: Sportsgirl
Bag: Thrift