October 2005

hey

Last night I went to my old primary school’s end of year concert.

Almost all the classes did a dance, and there was some really good stuff.

Plus, some totally cute ones, like the year one class dancing to that ‘Splish Splash I Was Taking A Bath’ song, all dancing in their bathtubs and towels and my friends year one sister dressed up as Dolly Parten (I soo can’t spell that) and strutting her stuff in front of everyone.

It was totally reminding me of when I was in them, like in grade four, in some high schools hall and having one of the teachers yelling at the entire audience because everyone was talking so loud no one could hear the strings performing, or even notice they were playing.

Fortunately though, the musicals got a whole heap better when our Drama teacher started writing them and giving them actual story lines and making us perform them in the Gold Coast Arts Centre.

They were actually good after that.

Plus it didn’t hurt that I was in said Drama teachers class so we got, like, two songs.

The next musical was two years later, when I was in year seven, but my old year five teacher didn’t really like our class very much, so we got delegated the exciting (please note sarcasm) task of sticking coloured cardboard triangles onto a year one classes Indian costumes.

If you think that sounds fun, try making 20 of said costumes with what felt like 50 cardboard triangles on each ones, while watching out the window as classes rehearse their dances.

Oh yes, it was excitement plus in 7SK.

But it’s still totally fun watching from the audience when you’ve reached high school and thinking OMG is that what I looked like in all the concerts???? If so someone get me a gun so I can blast my head apart, coz that is so totally EMBARRASSING!!!!!!! (Please note: that was a joke, I have no intention of aquiring a gun and blasting my head apart, no matter how dumb I looked in grade 5, or how many people laughed at me.)

I’d better go tend to the GINORMOUS pile of homework I have waiting. I fully intend to do it outside though, coz it’s another perfect day in paradise.

I would say beautiful one day perfect the next, but it rained yeaterday and was all muddy and gross and the Indy’s on today, so there is no way it can be perfect when there’s car racing on.

See ya,

luv Laura

Finally! It’s the weekend!!!! Bonus: it’s a long one! So it works well coz I have heaps of homework. Or not, coz I’d rather actually enjoy my weekend.

But no, today I have a two thousand word essay on nebulae to try and write. To any one who isn’t familiar with them, nebulae are big dust and gas clouds in space, which are sometimes pretty colours. Fun. I’m excited already. (Please note the sarcasm.)

Not only do I have to write an essay three times larger than anything I’ve ever had to write for school before, in pairs, we are required to make a twenty minute presentation, including, if we so choose, five minutes of video or PowerPoint maximum.

Exactly how much there is to say on nebulae? From what we’ve found on the internet, my partner and I will speak for approximately two minutes apiece, then have a pretty PowerPoint of all different famous nebula.

Why did someone else have to get to do earthquakes??

Also, I am so not looking forward to listening to everyone else’s presentations.
In other news, here on the Gold Coast it has been extremely hot lately, meaning that water fights are currently dominating my school. Therefore, everyone is going to classes wet, even if they didn’t partake in such a fight.

It’s really quite annoying though, when you’re trying to do the homework you forgot you had, and it keeps getting wet. And it’s just strange to see people wringing themselves out at the end of breaks.

Almost as strange as it is to see your Vice- Principal wandering the school with a water pistol. Even if he did confiscate it, it still doesn’t look right.

Bye

Greetings fellow earthlings,

Guess what?

I’ve been to Japan the past two weeks!! So I’m just going to blither on about that, ‘kay?

First up we went to Osaka, which was really cool, especially the subway, even though our whole group stacked every time the train a) started moving b) turned a corner or c) stopped. It was funny though.

We went to Osaka Castle, which was a tad dull, coz it was set up as a museum, so it was like, all in Japanese. I mean I can speak Japanese (kinda), but no where near that well and certainly not with that much kanji. There were some really pretty pictures, though.

We had KFC for dinner the second night, just to experience Japanese food (cough cough) although my friend said her Twister had beans in it, so there you go.

Next day we went to Kyoto, where we saw Kinkakuji temple (AKA the Golden Pavilion) which was absolutely gorgeous, and Kiyomizu temple which was really cool, but not as pretty.

After that we went to Nara for the day, where we saw the Toudaji temple, which had the HUGEST gold Buddha. Then we went on the bullet train to Tokyo (it didn’t feel nearly as fast as it was.) where we went to Akihabara where there was this huge electronics store. My friends and I discovered the true meaning of sardines in a can inside the lift. I could scarcely breathe, and it’s no joke trying to get out from the back, let me tell you that.

Next day was Tokyo Disneyland, which was awesome! We had so much fun and I bought heaps of stuff for everyone I know, especially me!!! We missed one show not once but twice, coz it was full, and enjoyed the fact that every thing was in English most of the time.

The haunted mansion was totally lame, and the flume was so fun- think four girls singing along to zip-a-dee-doo-dah, which was playing in the back ground, in the wrong language, at the top of their lungs , with four Japanese guys in the same boat laughing at them. Very funny.

Next day we went to Harajuku, which was scary. As one of my friends put it, all the girls (and guys pretending to be girls) seemed to be trying to out scare one another. Apparently that’s where all the Japanese girls in Gwen Stefani’s video clips are from, but the people actually there were way creepier than them.

After Harajuku we went to Yokosuka, where we did homestay for a week. That school was incredible. It was like three stories and brand new. It left my fifteen year old school, with about twenty stairs total in the entire place, in the dust.

Homestay was so fun- my family was totally nice, only thing was they spoke English to me the whole time, so I couldn’t practice, just think I know how to say that in Japanese. we slept on tatami mats and everything, I was hopeless though, and would get halfway across the mat before I’d remember to take off my slippers.

Anyways, I’m home now, after the best two weeks ever. Sooooo much fun.

OMG, I luv this song- The Prayer by Anthony Callea. My mum cried when he sung this on Oz Idol. Seriously.

I’d better go now, I don’t want anyone thinking I’m actually practising my touch typing!!

Bye!