December 2005

Now that was fun. Christmas Eve we went to see Cheaper by the Dozen 2, for no other reason than that the cinemas are air-conditioned. I’m not sure what happened to the white Christmas thing. Although it kind of funny to hear songs like Winter Wonderland in shops that have the aircon blasting so high you can hardly hear the CD over it.

The movie was good though. Despite what a certain father may believe. (Yes that means you.)

Christmas Day was fun. We did the whole Santa thing (can you believe I got a mobile?!?) and had breaky, then went to a friends place for ‘drinks’ which I personally believe was just an excuse to get the adults into a positively fridge-like lounge room. But whatever. They let the kids in eventually.

We had lunch at our place but, tragically, the pool was out of action, so we just had to sweat it off until we got to our cousins for dinner about five hours later. Although, come to think of it, I didn’t actually go for a swim there either, because it came over really stormy.

Boxing Day we drove up to Mooloolabah (or something like that) to stay with our other cousins. The two hour trip took four hours. Four hours. I am not even joking. From the entrance of the Gateway Motorway to Caboolture we barely went over twenty k/h. Very boring. But we did eventually get there so we spent the next two days swimming.

Since we’ve been back, I have swum (finally the pool’s good) wandered around aimlessly and tried to teach myself to dive. Needless to say, I’m not exactly talented. And I went to the movies with a friend yesterday too. You’ve gotta love school holidays.

Oh my gosh I can’t believe I forgot. Dad’s gone on that CSIRO diet thingo so he’s FINALLY started running with me again. Yay!! Even though I can hardly make the distance anymore and he can easy, but he has an unfair advantage in the form of long legs.

Okay, I’m going now.

Happy New Year’s Eve.

G’day,
I went to the Christmas carols last night (it was last night when I wrote this), which my mum, brother, friend, her parents, another friend and her family. It was really fun, even though some of the singing wasn’t really my kind of thing. Opera lady comes to mind. Although, to quote the man hosting it, she is the greatest voice you’ll ever hear. I guess I have no appreciation of greatness.
One thing(s) I did appreciate were the camels that brought the wise men to the stable thing that Mary, Joseph and Jesus were in during the play thing. It was really cool. They’re not something you tend to see on the footy field between the shopping centre and the swimming pool. I’d never even seen one in a zoo, although the only zoo I’ve ever been to is Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary, which doesn’t count, because besides the cassowaries, the kangaroos are the most exotic thing there.
Although, you don’t see kangaroos hopping down the street. But whatever.
I’m not making sense anymore, so I might shut up now.
Bye

Hi again,

I didn’t think it felt like Christmas before, but I’m totally in the Christmas ‘spirit’ now- last night I went to my friends church to see her in ‘A Christmas Carol’ (totally awesome by the way) and I also watched the Woolies carols on TV, you know, the one with all the celebs and with the exception of the Wiggles (welcome back yellow Wiggle) and Santa you have to ask your parents if they actually are famous and they don’t know most of them either.

I just have to say this though- love Nikki Webster’s dress. I’d so never have the guts to wear something like that, but it was really pretty and it looked totally nice on her.

Mum and I have been making all the slices and stuff we make every Christmas, and I have consumed a kind of dumb amount of mixture. We’ve made a few different flavours of icecream too, which are totally awesome.

So, as my parents have now gone Christmas shopping and my brothers have gone down to the cricket nets, I should totally go lie on our brand- spanking new hammock, but it’s scorching outside, so I’m going to settle for writng this, putting on some music and maybe having an icy pole.

I still haven’t made my bed this morning, so I should get onto that, as well as wrapping various Christmas pressies. After Christmas I’ll tell you wqhat I got for my Dad, coz it’s really funny. I’d write it now, but he reads this.

Speaking of Dad, we were just talking about that thing how you grab someones nose and when you pull your hand away, ;you use your thumb so it looks like a nose. Apparently when my bothers (they don’t deserve an “r”) and I were little, we used to totally fall for it and burst into tears. It can be really embarrassing hearing about when you were little.

OK, I’m going to go now,

bye…

Hi,

In honour of the last two weeks of the school year when only the year eight’s and nine’s are left at my school, and the teachers divide your grades turnout of about sixty students out of a possible hundred and fifty into two groups, stick you into a computer room and pretend to supervise you, I have complied the following list:

Things to do in class when you’re so bored you start to write letters to imaginary people.

1. Actually write letters to imaginary people.
2. Find as many internet IQ tests as you can and challenge your friends.
3. Colour a bit of paper, shred the ends, wind it around your pen, sticky tape it in place and decorate. Have a fashion parade and/or beauty pagent with your friends and their pen friends.
4. Have a Mr. Squiggle, noughts and crosses, hangman and SOS tournament with as many people as you can rope in.
5. Ask your teacher if you can write on the white/black board.
6. Write ‘a is for apple, b is for banana etc…’ with your bad hand.
7. List as many song lyrics as you can think of.
8. Arm/thumb wrestle
9. Check your email.
10. Plan all the fabulous things you’ll do once you’re on holidays, for six glorious weeks.

The only ones I actually did was the noughts and crosses, hangman, arm wrestles, check my email and plan my holidays.

But whatever. I’m on holidays now, so that’s all that matters. So far all I’ve done is get totally waterlogged and hang out at my friends place. Mind you, I have been cleaning my room, so that makes me feel a bit like I’m actually getting something done. It really needed a good clean though, because I haven’t dusted for about four months and all my junk was starting to get piled up on my desk. I really hope Mum doesn’t read this.

It’s been the nicest day on the Gold Coast. I’m actually starting to believe the saying thing: beautiful one day, perfect the next. Although yesterday was nicer than today, on account on the whole clouds pouring in in the afternoon. Dad and I drove past the beach earlier, and it looked absolutely gorgeous. So about an hour ago, we went for a swim.

I’m going to go jump in the pool, so bye.

Hi,

I’m at school (still).

And tomorrow. But yesturday I spent most of the day in my friends ridiculously fridge- like lounge room, so I really can’t complain. Besides, this computer room is air- con d too.

So. Right now, I would so love to go down to the beach, with one of those frozen cokes from Macca’s and give myself a brain freeze. Stupid, I know, but it’s so hot! Serve me right for living on the Gold Coast.

And even though I’m whinging about school practically every single entry, it’s really not that bad. On Monday, we played Splatball, the Elanora High version of the game on that movie Dodgeball- the only difference being that we have more people on a side-, and table tennis made paper (yes, you did read that right) and watched people from our grade (9) perform their Performing Arts pieces.

Today I have constructed a tower out of paddlepop sticks and sticky tape and played a grammer game I actually kind of liked. I can’t believe I just admitted that, but there you go.

We haven’t put up our Christmas tree yet, but I want to do it soon. That reminds me, what is up with the whole, Santa is banned, call your Chrissie tree a holiday tree thing. What are these people thinking???

Why can’t they just celebrate their holidays and let us celebrate ours? Besides, Santa is nice, he brings you presents. He is not going to harm your child by patting them on their head.

Sorry, that was a little bit of a speel.

Anyway, so. There is this big craze sweeping my school- scoobie laces. Or at least I think that’s what everyones been calling them.

They’re these plastic lace things you wind around itself- sorta hard to explain. It reminds me a bit of finger knitting. I just stated one this moring, grren and white, and they’re really fun. I totally suck, but they’re fun to do, and it’s not like anyone has anything better to do.

Okay, now I’m going.

Hi,

I’m at school (still).

And tomorrow. But yesturday I spent most of the day in my friends ridiculously fridge- like lounge room, so I really can’t complain. Besides, this computer room is air- con d too.

So. Right now, I would so love to go down to the beach, with one of those frozen cokes from Macca’s and give myself a brain freeze. Stupid, I know, but it’s so hot! Serve me right for living on the Gold Coast.

And even though I’m whinging about school practically every single entry, it’s really not that bad. On Monday, we played Splatball, the Elanora High version of the game on that movie Dodgeball- the only difference being that we have more people on a side- and table tennis, made paper (yes, you did read that right) and watched people from our grade (9) perform their Performing Arts pieces.

Today I have constructed a tower out of paddlepop sticks and sticky tape and played a grammer game I actually kind of liked. I can’t believe I just admitted that, but there you go.

We haven’t put up our Christmas tree yet, but I want to do it soon. That reminds me, what is up with the whole, Santa is banned, call your Chrissie tree a holiday tree thing. What are these people thinking???

Why can’t they just celebrate their holidays and let us celebrate ours? Besides, Santa is nice, he brings you presents. He is not going to harm your child by patting them on their head.

Sorry, that was a little bit of a speel.

Anyway, so. There is this big craze sweeping my school- scoobie laces. Or at least I think that’s what everyones been calling them.

They’re these plastic lace things you wind around itself- sorta hard to explain. It reminds me a bit of finger knitting. I just stated one this morning, green and white, and they’re really fun. I totally suck, but they’re fun to do, and it’s not like anyone has anything better to do.

Okay, now I’m going.

Hi

I’m in BT (again) and I’ve finished all the work (design a Christmas card), so here I am. Plus, I have stuff to write about too, which always helps.

So. I was in Home Ec. with my friends, cleaning out the reeking and dust and/or mouldy fridge, and the equally as putrid microwaves, when there’s a fire drill. So we all pull of our rubber gloves and traipse outside, where the deputy principal is running around like a chicken with its head cut of yelling at everyone to hurry up. When we get to the oval, we get the roll marked and hang around for another hour, while the police come and wander around, because of the bomb threat. Can I just say that that (bad grammar, but get over it) is the first time we’ve ever had a fire drill or lock down because something happened.

Yeah, so. I know that was boring, but that oval was soaked, so we couldn’t sit down, so heaps of us wandered down to the driveway and sat on that, until the other deputy told us all off because there was a car coming.

Yesterday Mum and Dad got tickets to an advance screening of Harry Potter, so they all went to see that, while I went to a Japanese restaurant for a Japan tour phot swap. I was so jeleous- I really enjoyed the dinner and everything, but I so want to see that movie.

I have to say though, the food we had was absolutely delicious. There were only seven of us and we got so much food. We sat at one of those tables with a big dip in the floor and it was hilarious watching people trying to get out. I also discovered that it was miso soup I despised in Japan (I could- dead set- feel my gag reflexes kicking in as I put it to my mouth. Needless to say, I didn’t eat very much of it at my host family’s house and I didn’t even try last night.)

And on the subject of Japan, here’s me and my buddy, Chieko.

I can’t think of anything else that’s happened lately, so I might go now.

Bye.