July 2007

Hey.

I’ve started selling chocolates at school to pay for Business Week in term four. I have to sell five boxes of Cadbury chocolates at a dollar per.

Our school is seriously full of chocoholics. It’s kind of scary actually. People don’t want to buy chocolates, they NEED to. It’s like a disease. Hence the reason it is possible to sell an entire box of 48 chocolates within a single lunch break.

No wonder we’re all so fat.

In other news… oh, I don’t know this is boring.

Bye

Okay, so maybe I have been excessively lazy and haven’t written anything on here in ages.

But whatever.

These holidays have been really good. Yesterday was the Gold Coast Marathon and my brothers Scout group had one of the drink stations. Since Jack was doing the 10km run, Mum and I helped at the drink station. Can I just say that this involved me getting up at the ungodly hour of 4.30? Yeah. Half past four. AM.

It was worth it though. Because there was a prize for the best drink station, we went all out. Our theme was the Aussie colours, green and gold, since the crew shirt we got given was a yellow-orange colour. Everyone had the colours on and then got their hair sprayed or wore one of the Aussie afros we’d got. Mum and I both teased our hair into pigtails and sprayed one half green and the other half yellow and I got my face painted in the same colours. Although our hair looked awesome, I’m not sure it was the brightest idea I’ve ever had, since it took me ten minutes in the shower (far more than the 4 minutes they’re always going on about), half a bottle of conditioner and twenty minutes of solid brushing to get all the gunk out. And now this morning at half past ten, I’m sitting in front of the computer in my dressing gown with my hair all done up in a bun, absolutely brimming with this leave in for ages conditioner stuff, in an attempt to return my hair to its usual texture.

Also at the moment I am struggling to walk normally, as my legs, upper arms and stomach are all so sore. Also my voice is half gone. Turns out this is what happens when you jump up and down for two and a half hours, waving streamers and yelling encouragement at people. After we’d put all the water out that is. There was a man in the race, who was apparently the Japanese equivalent of Oprah, running with a camera crew. He was filming some sort of comedy thing, so he’d stop all the time for massages and stuff. He was the very last person to pass us, so we made a guard of honour thing and he ran through. It was so funny.

The rest of my day was much less exciting. I was so exhausted by the time we got home that I lay on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, watching The DaVinci Code and playing Burnout with my brother on the PS2.

Eurgh. I’m going to wash this gunk out of my hair. I can feel bits sliding down the back of my neck.