Hellooooo
I haven’t written anything here in ages. So, what’s been happening?
My uncle came to stay for a couple of weeks (he left last Thursday) and we all went camping at Mt Warning and climbed the mountain and everything. I’ve reached the conclusion that Captain Cook was a rather pessimistic sort of fellow – cases in point: Mt Warning, Point Danger. No sign here of Point Pleasant. Loser. Cause the view from Mt Warning is so beautiful. It was a really fun climb too, the chain bit was scary, but still really, really fun. Cause, as anyone who’s climbed it would tell you, it’s a really steep rockface.
What else? Mum and I went to see All Saints’ “Grease” production weekend before last, with my friend from there. Gosh it was good. Watching it, you wouldn’t have thought it was a school production, it was THAT good.
Ummmmmmm…
Gosh it’s sad that I can’t think of anything that’s happened lately. I have been working on my ginormous assignment about whether or not the German people were responsible for the actions of the Nazis. One thing for sure: Hitler was a psychopath. Seriously, the dude was a fruitloop. And everyone loved him. Truly bizarre. I’m not sure if that means that all the Germans were idiots, or if he was just a genius. Ha ha. Genius fruitloop. Ahem. Serious now.
Not sure if I’ve mentioned this here before, but we all went down to the Anzac day dawn service at Currumbin Beach. There were ten thousand people there, all along that street that runs parrallel to the beach, as far as you could see. We were directly in front of the speakers podium thingy, but couldn’t see anything, seeing as there were big trees between us and them. My brother Jack was one of the air cadets who marched in (me and Mum couldn’t actually tell which one was him, they all look the same in their uniforms, but we told him we saw him) and stood at attention the entire thing. He was also one of the many cadets to faint during the service, from lack of movement. I think it’s pretty scary that two ambulances had to get through during the hour, maybe less that we were there for. Although like Mum said, there were lots of old people gathered together for an emotional day.
At eight o’clock in the morning, there was a beach performance by Powderfinger, which was really cool. They were trying to get the youth involved in the Anzac Day festivities, if you can even call it that, but most of my friends who went agreed that they should have had it at like six or seven in the morning, so that we didn’t all have to stake out our spots on the beach for three hours after the dawn service, cause the traffic was so bad you couldn’t leave and then come back. But whatever, once they got there it was good. Although I was getting really annoyed with the girl who got up there before it started and tried to get us all enthusiastic. Apparently contained enthusiasm was not acceptable. I neglected to scream hysterically on principle.
Although the songs were really good. I like that new one, Lost and Running. It’s cool.
See ya.
