The Tip of the Iceberg

2006-06-01T22:17:00.000+01:00

I'm having such a girly day today. Sometimes it just happens. I bought moisturiser, Marie Clare, a hairband and Ben and Jerry's ice cream afer work. Such a waste of money. Me, Heidi and Alice went to the cinema this afternoon and I nearly had a seizure when an advert for Pirates of the Carribean 2 came on. I needn't explain to you the extent of my affection for Johnny Depp. During dinner this evening I think I giggled like a 13 year old for about 20 minutes solid. Then this evening I watched House and spent most of the time cleansing, toning and moisturising and considering just how fit Jesse Spencer is. Oh and eating ice cream. What a tragedy I have become!

Ok I am aware that I haven't mentioned ANYTHING about Egypt. So heres a few choice pictures. It was so hot there was no point wearing make up or anything. So needless to say we both have looked better!

Flying over the Alps

Posing in front of some old statue of some old guy

Valley of the Kings

Posing in Luxor Temple!!

Joy the ballet dancer in Luxor Temple...

Me in a boat on the Nile

2006-05-23T00:26:00.000+01:00

Aaagh too much to say. Um. Ok...Ok the most important

thing is that I'm getting baptised on Sunday morning!!!

I would love for everyone and anyone to come

along. Its gonna be awesome. Its at Norwich

Vineyard which meets at Thorpe High School

in the South site hall. Service starts around 10:30.

Everyone is welcome :)

100 things about me (cheers Harri)

2006-04-28T00:27:00.000+01:00

100 Things about Me (only I deleted the questions I thought were boring, there were quite a few)
~Your Appearance~
12. Hair Color: Blonde.
13. Hair Length: Longish
14. Eye color: Like pondwater unfortunately.
17. Braces?: As in on your teeth, then no never. As in to hold up jeans, then yes once in our school play of Oklahoma.
18. Glasses?: Tragically I am a little blind
19. Piercings: Ears a couple of times and nose.
20. Tattoos: One
21. Righty or Lefty: A bit of both but mainly right
~Your 'Firsts’~
22. First best friend: Helen Cawston or Alex Powell I think. I never really went in for the whole best friend deal.
23. First Award: That I can remember, grade 1 violin in year 4. Ooh no it was Swimming challenge 1 when I was like 6years old
24. First Sport You Joined: Swimming at Penguins. Whoo!
25. First pet: Well probably Toffee the hamster but we did have some stick insects before that but they got really big and we all got freaked out by they and threw them away into the park.
26. First Real Vacation: Sandbanks in Poole. Ah, days of playing pirates on the beach and yelling at the topless lady sunbathing next the the balcony.
27. First Concert: Wheetus at the UEA I think.
28. First Love: First and only so far I reckon. Was about 11 I think and I’m not naming names. I think you can be in love at 11
~Currently~
46. Feeling: Absolutely knackered and annoyed and totally high on lack of sleep.
47. Single or Taken?: Single
48. Have a crush: Not on anyone real, lol.
49. Eating: my tongue.
50. Drinking: the occasional glass of water
53. Listening To: Narnia soundtrack – Can’t take it in by Imogen Heap.
54. Thinking About: How I need the loo and sleep and to tidy my room and stop wasting time and sort out LIFE! Agh why did you make me think???
55. Wanting To: Be by the pool in Egypt with Joy right now.
56. Watching: nothing but I did just watch House. Awesome program!
57. Wearing: Blue stripy pajama bottoms and a ripcurl t.shirt. I kinda started getting ready for bed and got bored.
~Your Future~
58. Want Kids? Maybe
59. Want to be Married? Not desperately
60. Careers in Mind: Deep sea missionary then changed to farmer but we’re currently thinking author or some sort of crazy person. Who knows. Bad question, leave me alone.
61. Where do you want to live: California, Florida, Sydney, anywhere where theres blue sky and sunshine and a beach. Anywhere but England.
62. Car: My dad bought me a Maserati Quattroporte when I passed my test. Unfortunately its only about 5cm long. So I drive my mum’s fiesta instead.
~Which is Better With The Opposite Sex~
63. Hair colour: Absolutely anything
64. Hair length: Long. But I’m not talking like Hanson long hair. Long, but not like girl. I'm not into baldness or skin heads.
65. Eye color: Hmmm really not bothered.
66. Measurements: Of what exactly...?
67. Cute or Sexy: Cute because I hate the word sexy
68: eyes or lips: It depends what for but eyes I guess. You don’t normally gaze longingly into someones mouth. But you know I might try that one day.
69. Hugs or Kisses: You get one, you get the other usually.
70. Short or Tall: Tall, I would hate to go out with someone shorter than me.
71. Easygoing or serious: Easygoing definately
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneously romantic or romaticly spontaneous
74. Sensitive or Loud: Loud (but sensitive inside)
75. Hook-up or Relationship: At the moment I’d shamefully say hook-up.
76. Sweet or Caring: Sweet
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: Trouble maker most definately
~Have you ever~
78. Kissed a Stranger: not yet. And im not talking sleazy night club kiss a stranger. Thats different
79. Had Alcohol: What just in general? Erm yes.
80. Smoked: Occasionally not recently
81. Ran Away From Home: Who hasn’t? Longest lasted about 5 days
82. Broken a bone: Never offically but when I get to heaven the first thing im gonna ask God is whether I did break my foot a year or so ago coz I reckon I fractured something in there
83. Got an X-ray: Plenty
84. Been with someone: Well yes lots of people but not in the way that this question is implying I don’t think. Thankfully.
85. Broken Someones Heart: Not intentionally
86. Broke Up With Someone: Yes
87. Cried When Someone Died: Yes
88. Cried At School: Three times
~Do You Believe In~
89. God: Yes
90. Miracles: Yes
91. Love At First sight: No, lust at first sight maybe but not love
92. Ghosts: Yes, well spirits anyway. Same difference
93. Aliens: Reserve judgement, but probably go for a no. But who know. God could have created loads of planet earths all over the universe....
94. Soul Mates: Possibly
95. Heaven: Yes
96. Hell: Yes
97. Angels: Yes
98. Kissing on The First Date: Do I believe in it? Well I believe it happens, yes. Do I think its ok? Of course. Its only kissing
99. Horoscopes: nope, but maybe psychic smith in the Daily telegraph magazine. He’s really got the Sight.
No100: Sex at first sight?: Well you’d have to move very quickly if you’re gonna sleep with someone the moment you see them. But on the whole I would say that’s not really the best move.

Agh

2006-04-27T22:49:00.000+01:00

I am so annoyed. I hate electrical stuff when it doesn't work properly. It gets me really worked up. Like I am now. Agh. Bloody internet. And cameras. And SO MANY WIRES. *Breathe* We can get through this.

Hmmm well I was gonna post some photos of goings on last weekend but due to technical difficulties they have been postponed. Super.

Still waiting to hear back from Camp Tecumseh. Its been a kinda 'they leave a message, then i leave a message, then they leave a message' type situation. I'm not sure what there is to discuss about my tattoo. It's not like he can talk it off my back. Or I'd let him if he could. Hmmm interesting idea...Anyway, facts are facts. Either it's ok or it's not. I dunno what there is to discuss really.

And can I just let the world know this. Me and Heidi both agree that one of the most ridiculas phrases in the English language is 'Be Careful.' Now just think about it. If someone tells you to 'be careful' do you suddenly think...

"Oh my GOODNESS! I'd never thought of doing that before! I'm so glad they recommended it! What a smashing person!"

No? Funny that. It is a phrase with little meaning and no purpose. So, people who keep telling me to be careful in Egypt (of which there are TOO MANY). I know you care but I'm not a total idiot. Besides, I have Joy to look after me. Lol.

Three days to go.....

2006-04-22T23:32:00.000+01:00

I just have to let someone know that I passed my grade 8!!!! I can't beleive it!

Oh too much to say...

2006-04-22T00:12:00.000+01:00

First of all here’s a question. Who are the women who allways wear headscarves, skirts and no make up and always pay for their shopping in Sainsburys with gift vouchers…? Are they a religion? If so, is there anything more to it than ‘Thou shalt only buy food with vouchers and wear triangle headscarves and no make up.’ I need some answers

Secondly. I got a load of stuff through from my camp. I was just vaguely reading through it when a small section caught my eye. It said “Piercings and tattoos on staff members will not be tolerated.” Slighto problemo. Ok so my nose I can do something about but my back is there to stay thank you very much. AND it’s the whole principle of the thing, changing yourself to fit someone else’s views. I like my nose stud and I don’t want to have to be re-piercing it every night. It really pisses me off when people make a big thing out of something quite irrelevant. Why should my appearance be placed above my passion for God? The world is twisted. Oh yeah and it also said in BIG letters, “Bras must be worn by all female campers even under tank tops.” Seriously…

Thirdly, had another future-y type crisis, being that yet again if changed my mind on what I want to do. Nursing is so totally not me. It’s not where my skills lie and its certainly not what I enjoy. At the moment I’m looking at this totally awesome course in Winchester, Creative Writing and Performing arts. At the end of the day I just need to look at what I enjoy the most and what I spend most time doing. When I’m at home I spend most of my spare time writing or playing piano. And I am happiest when I am playing or singing, whether it’s in church or in concerts or whatever. But anyway, I’m not gonna do anything for another week or so. I know what a fickle idiot I am!

Fourthly, I went to mercy last night and my ears are STILL ringing. Is that really normal? I’m sure they’re not usually like this. I haven’t been clubbing for a few weeks so maybe they’ve been un-toughened to the noise. Hmmm I really don’t want to go deaf. It was a great night but not great enough for me to sacrifice my hearing. Judith and Charls, I love you both.

Fifthly, I think I’m in love with Anakin Skywalker. I’m sure there are so many things wrong with that on so many levels…

Sixthly,
OH MY GOODNESS, NINE

DAYS TIL EGYPT!!!

Seventhly, agh I have to go to Oasis tomorrow. I'm really starting to hate working there.

Eighthly, um no I think that’s it. Well that’ll do for now anyway. Nighty night :)

6 hours at the US Embassy, now there's a fun day out.

2006-04-13T00:10:00.000+01:00

Ooooh what a good few days! Ok starting with Monday. Work, obviously was crappy as usual. Boring boring boring, not gonna waste my breath. BUT fortunately I went out with Joy, Alice, Stephan, Kim, Lucy and another girl who's name I didn't know and rudely didn't find out the whole evening. We went to Lloyds and crewed on up to Liquid, tragically the only place open (except Optic) on a Monday night. (not the biggest fan of Liquid really) It was so bizarre though because EVERYONE seemed to be out. Who goes out on a Monday??? Well loads of my old friends from high school were there which was so cool. Beautiful Laura and Lucy were also there. Loads of people from sixth form were there. Faye from work was there too and her weirdo boyfriend. Tragically (again) my train to London was at 9 the next morning and I really didn't want to miss it so I left at about midnight.

Ah yesterday at the US embassy. Remind me again why I want to go to America?!?!?? To get to the US Embassy I had to walk passed loads of others too. I would have known which was America's even if I was blind I reckon. It was surrounded by concrete blocks, then scaffolding, then more concrete and then more scaffolding. You couldn't get within 50m of it. ALL the other Embassy's you could walk straight through the front door. Hilarious. Also it was swarming with police with machine guns. I arrived at about 11:30 and didn't leave til about 5:30. The actual process took no more than three minutes but there seemed to be at least 1000 people all getting visas. Fortunately for me I met a girl called Emily who was going with Camp America to work in New Jersey. No wasn't standing in the bathrooms all day talking to the mirror, she actually exists, I swear. And a guy call Robert who'd done this about 4 times before. Shockingly, I hadn't forgotten anything and they are very happy to let me in the country. I was a little optimistic in thinking that I would get the 4pm train home from Liverpool Street though. The ticket person said I could either upgrade my ticket to a £65 one (paying about 40 quid) and get the next train home. Or I could wait an hour and pay £1. Hmmm now that really is a tough decision. I got home about 10pm...for £1.

Seventeen days until Egypt....

Thankyou Laura...

2006-04-08T23:11:00.000+01:00

Tantalizing Two's Game, Read then fill out with two answers to each question!!

Two Names You Go By
1. Emiloonoo
2. Remmie

Two things that scare you
1. Mangled tapes in tape recorders
2. Paralysis

Two of Your Everyday Essentials
1. Lip salve
2. Imagination

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. Blue pyjamas with pink hearts and white stars on.
2. Tigger slippers

Two of your favorite bands/ singers at the moment
1. Kelly Clarkson
2. Aerosmith

Two Things You Want in a Relationship
1. Excitement
2. Love

Two Things that Appeal to You
1. Unusualness
2. Passion

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies
1. Anything to do with the beach and the sea
2. Writing

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation
1. Egypt
2. A desert island

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die
1. Have an adventure
2. Kiss a stranger

Two Things You Are Thinking About Now
1. Working out what I'm thinking about
2. Why the hell I decided to do nursing

Two people you haven't talked to in a while
1. Jess
2. Lou

Two Favorite Sports
1. Swimming
2. Cylcing

Two things you did last night
1. Work
2. Watched some of Narnia

Two T.V. shows you like to watch
1. House
2. The OC

Two things you like about yourself:
1. Ability to adapt to different circumstances
2. My very long tongue

Two things you ate today
1. Chicken Fajitas
2. A banana

Two people you last talked to:
1. Heidi
2. Alice

The Weeks Summary

2006-04-08T20:41:00.001+01:00

Ah what a busy week. Here's a brief run down.

Monday - Worked nine and a half hours then went to homegroup.

Tuesday - Spent the morning failing my grade 8 piano again (oh I suck) then worked six hours and felt sorry for myself all evening while watching Narnia (so good) and eating chocolate.

Wednesday - Met up with Emma Nulé for coffee (now thats where the prayer's needed guys), missed my bus to work, arrived late and worked til 10:30pm.

Thursday - Ah what a day. Went shopping with Mum in the morning (ok so not my faveourite pass time but we needed a little bonding session) Then I had a picnic and fed the duckys with Emma Musslewhite at River Green.
This duck reminded me of the ugly duckling. It was quite strange.

And these are our gingerbread lollipops.

Me feeding the duckys

Emma feeding the duckys
Aren't they so beautiful?

After ducky feeding me, Heidi and Alice went to Sea Palling with Ben. Unfortunately none of the photos are suitable for public viewing. And I can't remeber what happened Thursday evening.

Friday - spent the morning sorting out visa money and train tickets stuff. What a chore. Then worked 2:30-10:30 at good old sainsburys.

Today was spent at Oasis as usual. I cannot even describe to you how bored I was. Fortuantely I was rescued by the arrival of wonderful Tanya!!! Management didn't seem to realise that we had known each other since we were like 2 years old and I had to show her all the new stuff as shes covering a shift tomorrow. Needless to say we didnt talk about work much.

Money, wannabe popstars and normality (or lack of)

2006-04-02T21:43:00.000+01:00

Well my money for Camp America is finally sorted. I've just got my visa interview on Tuesday 11th April at the US Embassy and then I'm away.

Agh its so tragic, I've always wanted to be in a band right. When me and Alice were younger our plan was to become popstars to make and few million pounds. Then we'd have enough money to build and set up our own veterinary surgery. It was truly a flawless plan...yeah. We even wrote a song and performed it to our parents. It was so bad even my own parents didn't pretend it was good. But anyway, it would be now that I get not one but three requests to join a band. Now, when I'm about to leave England for about 4 months. Typical. Looks like that plan will have to go on hold.

And thankyou guys for your comments. Laura, I love you oh vintage one and miss you loads. Auntie Anne and Helsalata, I am very happy being different really. It is my lifes aim. One of my biggest fears is to be classed as 'normal' (closely followed by 'an adult') Sometimes though you just want there to be someone, just one person, who thinks like you or who can vaguely understand where your coming from. Don't worry, this is not a pity party! I'm not trying to play the whole 'oh no one understands me' card. I'm just saying, sometimes its abit lonely being the only one on your wavelength. But I'm learning something very good at the moment. Its called perspective :)

2006-03-31T10:17:00.000+01:00

I think I'm feeling a little sad today. Or maybe more just fed up. Yes I think thats it. Do you ever feel like there is no one like you in the entire world? Went out to the Glasshouse last night. It was really good to see everyone. I really need to leave Norwich. Can't wait til Egypt and America. I think I'm gonna go for a walk now. Sorry bout the dullness.

Needles and wonderful weather

2006-03-30T18:03:00.000+01:00

Ooooh I had my injection today. It was for Hepatitas A and typhoid or dipthoid or diploid or diptherior or something like that. Don't ask me, I just stick my arm out and am injected. It did smell of lemons though. On second thoughts I think diploid is something from genetics so rule that one out. There's probably not a vaccination for diploids nor would you want one. Anyway, I also have to have a medical form filled in by the doctors and do you know how long it's gonna take them? Six to eight weeks! To fill in one A4 sheet of tick boxes!! And they're charging me!!! I leave in nine weeks so that really is cutting it quite fine even for me. I am so done with doctors. No offense to all you good doctors out there but the rest of you SUCK! Hmmm have I already ranted about doctors here before? I'm thinking its more than likely. Moving on...

I would just like to say how much I am LOVING this weather! I'd forgotten what sunshine was and I feel happier than I have in ages. I know doctors would say "Oh dear you have Seasonal Affected Disorder" but I think everyone is affected by the weather. It's just basic logic. Sun and brightness makes you happy, doom and gloom (ie typical English weather) makes you sad. Accept if you're Tessa in which case you love the doom and gloom :) Any please God could you keep the weather how it is for just a little while longer? Thankyou.

Nutters in suits, Amy+Josh, tragic Egypt times and a German

2006-03-26T18:17:00.000+01:00

Another uneventful weekend passes by. Lifeguarding was boring, everyone can swim too well. Although I did have a weird staring competition with some high up manager guy in a suit. He came strolling into my swimming pool, where I am in charge, and started moaning something about keeping all the doors shut. I asked which doors because there weren't any open doors in the pool. He vaguely waved his arms around which I took to mean the french doors around one of the walls. Bizzarrely they were all closed though. So I just said "Ok..." in a kind of 'you weird little man' type voice. But then he just stood there looking at me like he was waiting for me to do something. As I wasn't entirely sure how to close closed door so I just stared back at him. I'm really bad when people stare at me because I get really competitive. I think thats one of the many reasons why alot of my teachers didn't like me at school. But anyway, after a little while he just sorta nodded and strolled out again. Idiot.

Went out with Abi (see I've mentioned you, love) Amy, Josh and some of their friends on Saturday night which was nice. I can't really disclose what we were talking about but I will say this. Amy and Josh, you guys are awesome! It is so great to go out with interesting people who don't just say the 'right' thing. (Abi, you're great too x x x) Unfortunately, due to the clocks going somewhere (forwards, backwards, I'm never quite sure) and that I had to be a church at 9 this morning, me and Abs didn't stay out too late. Oh what a good girl I am. I was still really tired this morning, though amazingly quite on time. I even managed to arrange some flowers, which had spent the night hidden in the bath because I was scared I was gonna kick the vase over in my room, very badly in a nasty vase for mother's day.

Oh man, wanna hear something tragic? When me and Joy go to Egypt we have to get the train at 10pm Sunday evening even though our flight isn't til midday Monday morning. How annoying is that!?

Right, I must be off. Gotta play taboo with a German.

How do you know?

2006-03-23T19:43:00.000Z

Ok so here's a question. How do you know if it's God shutting doors or the devil making life difficult? For example...I am having so many problems with the Camp America people (ie they seem to be the most unorganised and inefficient company EVER, as am I...though I'm not technically a company...) but does that mean its not really what I should be doing OR does it mean that this really IS what I should be doing? When you meet obsticles along the way how do you know whether to keep battling on against the opposition or whether to take a hint and change direction? Hmmm. Up until now I've often (whether consciously or not) just thought that if something doesn't seem to happen perfectly smoothly then it 'must be a sign from God' that this is the wrong thing. But, sorting out Camp America must be the unsmoothest, pain in the arse thing I've ever tried to do. I don't think means that I shouldn't do it though. Do you?

I watched the new Harry Potter film last night. Although the books are inspired I have to say the films are just slightly lacking in the acting department. Most of the minor characters are fantastic, its the main charcters that are a problem. Harry actually cannot act. I reckon its a hard part for play but he does do something wierd with his mouth. In fact, the main problem in the film are about mouths. Hermione does a really weird thing with her mouth, almost like shes trying really hard not to cry the whole time crossed with a wide mouthed frog. You must watch the interview with her and some of the others as its much more obvious there. Truly hilarious. Oh now I'm feeling guilty. I'm sure you're both lovely people.

Piano exam is looming once again, oh what fun that will be.

Just to let people know, I have finally figured out how to set it so anyone can comment not just registered people. It was really simple, just like me.

Grrrr to Camp America

2006-03-21T09:58:00.000Z

Agh I am currently highly annoyed at Camp America. First they managed to take triple the ammount I was supposed to pay out of my account, very kind of them. Lloyds was not too happy with me. Then they refunded me all of it after I phoned them up and had a go at them. So then I still had to pay what I was originally trying to pay. So on March 10th I finally managed to pay them and the money went out of my account. We are now at 21st March and they're stil denying any knowlege that I have paid them. Its on my statement and everything so I know its gone out. They just sent me a ridiculas email asking for a receipt to prove that i have paid. An if Camp America haven't sent me a receipt then I haven't paid. The whole point is that Camp America are denying that I have paid so obviously they havent sent me a receipt. Grrrr. I'll send them my bank statement but everything just takes forever in that place. Its taken them 10 days to reply to an email. Just think what its gonna be like with a letter! In every single stage of my application there have be problems like this. Its so annoying. I am annoyed.

On a lighter more bizzarre note I've started doing weird things in my sleep again. For those of you who don't know the list of past strangeness... I went through a stage of always opening my curtains in my sleep. I move stuff around in my room. (The most epic being when I moved a huge stuffed cow across my room so it was right next to my bed. When I woke up I had this huge cow's arse in my face. Not the most relaxing way to wake up I can tell you.) I've sleep walked, talked, sang, you name it I've probably done it. Obviously I'm mainly relying on the word of other people due to the fact that I'm asleep. Also I think its much more plausable that I move my cow than one of my sisters or the infamous cow moving fairies. Well this is a new developement. I woke up this morning wearing completely different clothes to what I went to bed in. I have absolutely no memory of getting change in the middle of the night. Oh I am a freak. Cool.

I'm so clever, apparently. Never really understood IQ stuff.

2006-03-18T23:31:00.000Z

The Classic IQ Test
What's Your IQ?

Congratulations, Emily!
Your IQ score is 129

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

Hehe, made me laugh, oh I have too much free time. No actually I just don't go to bed til I'm ridiculously tired. Idiot.

2006-03-18T21:56:00.000Z

Ah another fine day at Oasis. I was really praying that nobody would decided to drown today as I'm not supposed to go swimming til my back's healed properly. Bit stupid for a lifeguard really, I do admit. But at the end of the day if someone did decide that, yes today they would like to drown for abit, my back would probably be the last thing on my mind. Fortunately I was not required to act the hero today. Although a two year old in one of those yellow inflatable sit-in rings did get a little over excited and took a head first dive out of it at the deep end, in a desperate attempt to hit the bottom. She nearly made it as well but her grandparents noticed when she was halfway down. She surfaced looking highly annoyed that her adventure to the swimming pool floor had been cut short. Poor thing.

Hmmm its been twenty past seven for quite a few days now.....maybe its time for some new batteries....

Oh and by the way everyone, you don't have to say you like my tattoo. Its not like I'll be offended :)

Scarred for life!

2006-03-16T19:21:00.000Z

Well now I have done the dirty deed of telling the parents I can post on here. I got my tattoo yesterday!!!

It was so much more painful than i thought it would be. Took two and a half hours and it felt like my skin was being chistled off! Well, only the outline. The shading was fine, quite relaxing actually, but the colour hurt too. Plus there was alot of detail over my spine. Anyway, mum's not overly impressed but all in all I think she took it rather well. Says its shallow and silly to do something so permenant which was quite restrained for her! Anyway, I so pleased with it! Alothough it'll be nice when its healed so i can sleep on my back again...

2006-03-14T20:49:00.000Z

Hmmm what has happened in the last few days? Not much really. Me and Heidi had a joyous day at the beach on Sunday where I excessively used my new camera.

I was feeling pretty tragic on Sunday morning but fortunately I think everything is fine now. Do you know whats worse than feeling awful because something awful has happened? Feeling awful for no reason. Or for no really valid reason.

Oh yes and I am now writing this from the comfort of my own bedroom! I got bored with my video camera so I sold it to Mum and Dad and got a laptop instead. Genious really. I wonder how long it'll be before I get bored of this and by a new keyboard. Hmmm thats slightly out of my price range though.

I would just like to tell people also how wonderful porridge is. Porridge is wonderful. I'm so shocked that I've only just discovered this. So there you go, a little handy hint to you all. Also green tea to wonderful but I'm sure you already know that. Green tea and porridge, a recipe for success. And that is all for today I think. Byesy bye.

My birthday

2006-03-11T21:36:00.000Z

I would just like to share with you my birthday cake.

They want me!!!

2006-03-07T09:33:00.000Z

Last night while I was at Homegroup I got a call from a guy in America asking if I would like to come at work at his camp over the summer! It sounds so unbelievably perfectly amazing! My main role will be a camp counsellor but I will also be a fill in lifeguard which is exactly what I wanted! Its in New Jersey and is run by the Salvation Army. A couple of years ago that would have put be off, but I have since learnt that there is much more to the salvation army than rules and uniform. Its 400 acres with a lake and log cabins (I totally was wishing for log cabins!) I think the guy I talked to said there were six different week long camps. First one is a music camp, second is a survival type camp, then a sports camp and I can't remember the others. Something christiany I think. Halfway through we have a week long break were all the staff go travelling around abit together which sounded awesome. Also the camp directors have paid for us all to go to this incredible theme park! Because my lifeguard certificate is only a national one I have to go a week early to do the American Red Cross thingy or something like that. But they pay for it all and then I'm covered for another three years worldwide! It finishes on the 24th August and my visa lets me travel around til October. I think that about all. Hehe I'm so excited!

Murder in Dodgey City!

2006-03-05T20:42:00.000Z

Ah the Murder Mystery was SO good. Everyone had the most hilarious costumes. This is just one of Russell Horses the cowboy (Heidi), Ace Lender the banker (Mark), Lowerwatha the native american (me). More pictures will follow, I guarantee!

Murder in Dodgey City!

2006-03-05T20:22:00.000Z

Here's a run down of the characters from my murder mystery...

Lily White aka Alice was the owner of 'Lil's Last Chance Salloon' in Dodgey City

Then their was Russell Horses, a local Cowboy, otherwise known as Heidi...

Then there was Deputy Sheriff George W.....

Next came the undertaker, Woody Box who was always measuring people for their coffins and writing down his findings.

Then Scarlett O'Lahlah, a dancer in Lil's Last Chance Salloon.

General Custard...

Blaise O' Glory, a female bounty hunter

Ace Lender, the local bank manager (and murderer!!!!!)

Dot Dash, the telegraph operator

Marie McCousin, the Ranch Owner

The Mayoress, Liza Lot

And this is Lowerwatha the native American, aka me.

And this is the jelly...

Lent already?

2006-03-03T11:26:00.000Z

Hmmmm just realised that it's the beginning of Lent already. Well, passed the beginning now. I'm sure God won't mind if I'm a few days late in giving something up.

Nothing too interesting here...

2006-03-02T10:45:00.000Z

I'm just letting everyone know that I have been officially accepted onto Camp America and my application is currently being circulated around all the different summer camps all over America! Now all I have to do is wait and see if anyone wants me...I hope they do.

My birthday party on Saturday and I'm going to find my costume today hopefully. Ah I'm so excited! I'm an...Actually I can't tell you. Well I'll post some pictures up so you can all see for yourselves.

I'm very impressed by the sky today as well. Nice and blue but with a few clouds. The sky is my more interesting with clouds. It would be nice if it was windier though.

Lastly, yet again my exam is drawing nearer. Not sure if I could take failing again. Well I could, obviously, but I'd rather not, again obviously. Agh what a ridiculous sentence. Well I can't afford to fail it again. Far too expensive. Anyway, scales as per usual, are what I need to focus on.

Oh and one last thing. I hate Sainsburys.

Good Bye Mount Zion? I think not.

2006-02-21T08:44:00.000Z

The building is gone but the church remains

The passage which keeps coming into my head in this is Matthew 18:20

For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.

Although it is really sad that the building of Mount Zion is gone, it was only a building. Like Pastor Steve Mawston said to the news crews, "Our church is not a building - it is about people." Just because the building is gone doesn't mean the church is. At the risk of quoting too much bible stuff...ah who cares. What also keeps coming into my head is that song that goes

"Your ways are higher than our ways and the plans that you have made are good and true."

I'm sure all prayers for the leadership teams and all the members at Zion would be totally apprieciated. Prayers for faith, hope, acceptance and all the practical things too. Also for the people who live nearby Mount Zion. There is gonna be alot of focus on the church in the next little while, there's no reason why that can't be used for good!

Disaster has a funny way of bringing people together, I really pray that through this the churches of Norwich will unite as one.

For further information...

2006-02-11T23:24:00.000Z

For photos and stuff of my adventure to York......

http://www.helensparkles.blogspot.com

My last day off

2006-02-10T20:53:00.000Z

Hmmm what did I do today? Oh I know. I tidyed my room! I really should have done a before and after shot because it really is unrecognisable!!! I'm well impressed. Admittedly I probably haven't tidyed properly since September. (man thats really bad) So now my room is beautiful. And I got inspired to finish off the artiness on the walls
I did my wardrobe......

They're still not finished yet though, obviously.

Then, inspired by Lou, I paintified my mirror. Yes the ACTUAL mirror. Ha who said I wasn't smart???!!? Lou???

I learnt this bible verse at Spring Harvest 1996. We sang it in a crappy, tuneless little song which I can still remember and sing to you today. Totally awesome. Crappy tuneless little songs work, no doubt about it.

This is my faveourite bible verse of all. I was gonna write the whole thing but my arm got tired and then I got bored. The full thing is

But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

You can't read this very well be I love it. It says 'A person who makes no mistakes does not usually make amything.' Edward Phelps.

Ah back to work tomorrrow. Tragic.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, LOU-DAY......

2006-02-09T17:49:00.000Z

Although Louday isn't over yet I shall just post the beginning. We went to the park with Ben today. And halfway round we found a beautiful tree so we climbed it. Lou climbed up a tall straight branch that split in two and sat where it split. I was just taking a picture of her when she slipped and slidded on her arse all the way down the tree. She screamed so loud that I reckon you could have heard her right across the other side of the world. Admittedly she was pretty high. Somehow she landed on her feet (the cat blood in her...) and we were both so shocked she hadn't killed herself we just kinda stood there for a while. Then she was said 'oh, i didn't hurt myself' so we carried on walking.

Now we're going swimming.

My future Life

2006-02-09T17:34:00.000Z

Ok this is just a small upate on my future life. I am going to Egypt on the first of May with Joy, Joy, wonderful Joy.

This is where we're staying. It's in Luxor. I cannot evening begin to say how excited I am, so I'm not gonna try.

Camp America is going ok. I have a really horrible looming feeling though that somethings gonna go really really wrong and I'm not gonna get in. I'm really struggling to get my references in from people and I really really need them but I hate hastleing people. Plus they have to be on headed paper and I keep getting them on plain paper so Camp America won't accept them. Its really starting to stress me. Plus my CRB form has been a problem. So if people could pray about any of those things that would be great. I'm really scared that its all gonna fall through and I'm gonna loose my money and have nothing for over the summer.

And then there's September. I'm pretty much certain that I'm not gonna go to Bath. Thats not the road for me. I'm still thinking about the nursing and I really think that make be the right direction. Al that remains is to sort out what I'm gonna do from September 2006 til September 2007. Staying at Sainsburys isn't an option. I need to have something planned to keep the parents off my back. I'm happy just seeing what happens but I know they will be unbearable if I do. There would be a massacre.

Melon - of the Helen variety.

2006-02-09T16:57:00.000Z

Yay I went to York on Monday to visit Helen! She's a dude, and ill dude but a dude none the less. The train journey there was great. I love travelling on trains. I get so much done and i love looking out of the window. England is so beautiful. I got the York at about two in the afternoon I think and met my Melon. We went back to her house and set the world to rights, as we always do. Then Helen cooked me pasta and swasheges and broclerri and carrots. Ah she is a good cook! Then we wondered round to her friends house and spent the evening there.

Tuesday she had lectures in the morning and afternoon so I spent the morning finishing my camp america stuff. We went to the park with Sheba and Ange and little Esther (Helen's friends) and played on the swings! Man I love swings. And we fed the ducks!!! Well we tried to but the geese were to well organised and so the ducks didn't get much of a look in. They were nearly as tall as little Esther! The Helen had a lecture and I went back with her friends where we watched boogie beebies (seriously amazing!) That evening we went down to the student union for a drink and I met some more of Helens friendys. Helen had to working that night so I went back with Sheba and co and we watched Much Ado About Nothing. Classic film! Well reccomend it. Well...only if you like Shakespeare.

Wednesday we randomly met up with Hannah Ward (also what a dude!) who happened to bizzarely be inb York visiting the Uni. So we hit the charity shops, of which York has an abundance! Hannah bought gloves and a purse, Helen bought trousers and I bought Green Tea. Deposited Hannah at the bus stop and then headed back to the house for scrambled eggs and rolls. My train was at 2:51 and everything was fine til I got to Peterborough. My train was delayed by about half an hour to start with but it kept getting longer and longer until after an hour and a quarter it was cancelled. They said over the intercom that the next train was at like eight o clock! What a joke!! Did they honestly expect me to sit and freeze my arse off for another 4 hours! So I got a train to Ely then managed to get one to Norwich. In the end I was only two hours late so it could've been much worse. Hehe. What an adventure.

Thankyou for having me to stay Helen! Love you!!

Beautiful, beautiful, Helen is beautiful!

2006-01-30T23:17:00.000Z

Happy birthday to the most wonderful,

fantastically super duper, amazingly beautifully

caring cousin in all the whole wide world!!!!

I love you so so so so so so so so so much!!!!!!!!!!

Skip, skip, skip to the Lou....

2006-01-30T22:42:00.000Z

I know Lou has already posted our special day out together on her blog, but I WANT TO TOO!

Now just have a little look at this picture....

Is anyone slighly worried that these two people were allowed out, unaccompanied, and armed with a motor vehicle?!!!? Have you ever seen two people better suited? We are the subconsiously oppressed art students of Thorpe, though you can't get a full picture of that as we are wearing coats because it was cold cold cold. If you would like to follow our adventures further you may visit my dearest Lou's blog http://www.everythingtonoone.blogspot.com/

Job

2006-01-26T20:33:00.000Z

Right I fear this is gonna be another longish one.
First off, what I didn't mention before was that I started thinking all these 'crazy next year' thoughts after I'd started reading my bible again. I hadn't mentioned this before because it seemed really unrelated. I prayed beforehand that God would show me what he wanted me to read etc and ended up reading a bit from Job. I was really confused afterwards because it seemed so irrelevant and so I just put it out of my head. At the end of last week I was getting really pissed off because everyone was telling me just to ask God what he wanted me to do and all that and I was. I went to and evening service at our church Sunday evening and I was just sitting there getting so angry with God because he wouldn't speak to me. It wasn't fair! He was speaking to everyone else but not me! I could work out what I was doing wrong. The I suddenly remembered some random bits I read in Job. It said this

How can anyone be right in the presence of God? Someone might argue with God but no-one could answer God, not even one out of a thousand. God's wisdom is deep, and his power is great; no one can fight him without getting hurt. Job 9 verses 2-4

He does wonders that cannot be understood; he does so many miracles that cannot be counted. When he passes by me I cannot see him; when he goes by me, I do not recognise him. If he snatches something away, no one can stop him or say to him 'What are you doing?' Job 9 verses 10-12

So how can I argue with God or even find words to argue with him? Even if I were right, I could not answer him; I could only beg God, my judge, for mercy. Job 9 verses 14-15

So I was there getting seriously angry with God because he wasn't talking to me or giving me any signs or even letting me know he was there and this all came into my head. Pretty cool huh? (And I am the worlds worst person at remembering bible verses!) But I just realised, who on earth am I to question God? Its not like I have a right to know what's going on or deserve even him to have him speak to me. Although this might sound depressing it actually really encouraged me bizzarrely.

A little thought

2006-01-20T10:56:00.000Z

Ok so I'm having a little thought, well quite a big thought actually, more like a 'change the whole rest of my life' kinda thought if I'm honest but for the benefit of me not freaking out we'll call it a little thought. Ok so I realised a week ago that I don't actually want to go to Bath to do Music and Psychology. What I really want to do is to go and work somewhere where I could really be useful, like with Tearfund or something. Then I went on in my thinking and realised that theres not much point going out somewhere like that if you have no skillls to offer. So I thought maybe I'll go and train to be a nurse next year instead. Nursing has much more prospects than the randomness of music and psychology. Plus I know that if I can't see a purpose in doing things then I don't do them. I know everyone just thinks I'm lazy when it comes to school work (and that might be part of it) but the reason I did so bad at sixth form is that I just couldn't see a point to most of what I was doing. With something like nursing I can totally see the point in doing it. So anyway, I only decided this last night and unfortunately i think it's too late to do UCAS stuff now. BUT then I thought well maybe I should try to do one of these year long mission things in septmeber. That gives me enough time to raise the money and find out about stuff. My main problem in life is that I don't know what I want. I can't guarantee that in a weeks time I'll think this was a crap idea and want to do something totally different. BUT (again) this does kinda feel really right to me. And I haven't read my bible or anything for longer than I care to admit, but I tried to get back into the habit again last week. And right after I started thinking all this stuff. I would really really apprieciate peoples thoughts and prayers on this. I really do want to do what God wants me to do, I'm just really not sure what that is.

Forwarders BEWARE!!!!

2006-01-19T11:31:00.000Z

This made me laugh so much I just had to share it. Thankyou Nat.

Dear Friends

I'd like to extend my heart felt appreciation to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" during 2005. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed and healthy. Extra thanks to whoever sent me the email about rat crap in the glueon envelopes - because I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.

Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

Because of your genuine concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it I know it can remove toilet stains, which is not exactly an appealing characteristic.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping centres because someone might drug me with a cologne sample and rob me.

I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer worry about my soul because at last count, I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl on the internet who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all in fact - but that will change once I receive the £15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special on-line email program.

Yes, I want to thank you all so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favour!!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diarrhoea will land on your head at 5:00PM today. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.

warning, writing and wet trousers

2006-01-17T21:14:00.000Z

I know I'm posting less and less at the moment but its all in your best interests, trust me. Other than moaning about various idiots at work/home/world or writing obscurely about sensitive things but being so indirect about it so even I will begin to wonder what I'm talking about, I don't really have much to say. And I don't want this to become a dull and monotonous blog that says the same dull and monotous things over and over and over and over again. So there we go.

Oooh my writing is coming on quite well. I now have 3 completely finished chapters, one in the making, one which seems to have hit a brick wall (i am trying to break though though) and one short piece which was meant to be the beginning but now seems completely unrelated to anything else I've written. Unfortunately there are so many holes in the plot and the characters that at some point the whole thing is going to fall apart. You know when you look at the sky on a clear night and think there are no stars? Then you suddenly see one, then another, then there's like millions and millions? Well thats seems to be how it is with planning this book. At the start I thought "piece of cake, have a vague idea for a story, a few characters, couple of pages planning." Then I realised I might need to do abit more. And now the more I do, the more things I seem to have remaining to complete!

Agh heres something fuuny. Know what I did today? Well I left my bike out last night because, well just because I couldn't be arsed to put it away really. And last night it rained. When I went out this morning to get my bike to cycle to work I noticed it was abit wet so sensibly dried the seat with a towel, as you do. As I cycled down the road I thought to myself 'hmmm the seat feels cold today, must be cause i left it outside' and didn't think anymore of it. When I got to work I realised that my wonderful bike seat which is as comfy as a sponge is in fact a sponge. And all the water it had soaked up last night was now on my trousers going from the top right down to the back of my knees! (don't ask me how i didn't notice) I didn't even have anyway of hiding it. It couldn't have looked more incriminating if I actually had wet myself. So I just made a mad dash through the store to the staff room and bolted up the stairs. I don't even want to think about what I must have looked like, my oh my.

Camp America!

2006-01-11T10:06:00.000Z

My interview for Camp America was last Sunday and had to go to London, near tower bridge. Dad reckoned it would be a good chance for me to drive on motorways and in scary scary London traffic. Ooooh. So we left about 10am and set off on our London mission, armed only with a packet of sherbert lemons and a flask of not very hot coffee. Yay.

We arrived about an hour early which was nice as we went and got lunch at this little bar and resturant. Nice little father/daughter bonding session. Then at about ten to two we walked down to the apartment and I went up to the flat. I had to take my shoes off before even entering the flat! It was really strange. Then in every corner there was a candle burning scented oils so that the whole place stank - nicely, but strong all the same! The first thing he said to me (after take your shoes off) was "I love your necklace! I love dolphins!" I knew then that we were gonna get on fine. So we chatted for abit while I filled in about my third CRB form and he read through my aplication form. Then he asked me a few questions. It was clear from my application form that I was a christian and so the first question he asked me was "Ok, pretend I'm a ten year old boy. 'My next door neighbour's a muslim, does that mean he's going to hell?" Aaagh. Well normaly I would just say "well yeah unfortuantely." But thats not really the right thing to say in an interview. I considered giving a very political answer and not actually saying anything but when I see people doing that on TV it annoys me so much. Plus I like to be myself in interviews as theres not point pretending to be someone you're not. I want to get a job because of who i am, not who I can pretend to be. Also if I do get the placement, I'm not sure I could keep up the pretence very long! So i thing i just said "Well in my opinion if they don't believe that God is the one and only God and that Jesus died to save us and have asked Jesus to save them then unfortunately they probably are." It was alot less eloquent than that though (if thats possible!) Should have added that its not for us to judge aswell. Its so hard to think on the spot though.

Well the rest of the interview went ok, I actually really enjoyed it. At the end he asked me if I wanted to know how I'd done. Of course I did and he said "Well at the end off an interview I ask myself two questions. Could I work with this person? Yes definately. I've really enjoyed meeting you! And would I trust my children with this person? Yes definately, I'd even trust my cats with you!" So needless to say I was very happy and promised to send him I postcard if i get through the next stages! Altogether a very positive experience which was just what I needed as I failed my grade eight.

Happy Christmas and New Year

2006-01-02T22:21:00.000Z

Happy Christmas, New Year and all that. It's been a while I know. Christmas got in the way! It has been a pretty cool christmas and new year actually. I'll just give you a brief summery.
I got the Disney Princess Christmas Album which is awesome, definately recommended (cheers Ray) and Charlie and the chocolate factory which is incredible. Totally love it! We got up at 7 to open stockings. Then church at 10:30. Gran came for dinner and presents and stuff. We had the coolest crackers. Inside each one was a whistle with a number on it. In the box was a conductors baton and some music. Then the conductor could like point to each person to make a tune. It was hilarious, trust me.

Boxing was great as usual. Off to Lowerstoft we all went. I think there must have been about thirty off us, scarily all related! Ah here we all are. There's a few people all taking pictures as well! Just as we arrived it chucked it down and we all got soaked. I paddled as usual and got my jeans soaked as usual. Hehe, gotta keep up the tradition.

Then it was back to work on Tuesday. Crapness.
The rest of the week must have been pretty rubbish (or really really good) because I can't remember any of it.

And then New Years Eve. Well first off Alice fell off her bike on the way to her paper round and hit her head and arm. She couldn't see for a bit but then just carried on with her paper round. Mum took her to casualty at about 9am and they found she'd gone and fractured her elbow, bless her. And who should they meet there but my nana who had also slipped over and fractured her arm.

I went in the city to work because my boss had told me there was a football match on saturday only to find there was no match. About 10 minutes later I got a phone call from her saying she'd just realised she'd told me saturday instead of monday. Fortunately it wasn't a wasted trip as I went and spent far too much money in the sales. Man the city is lethal at the moment. It's like kill or be killed at some of those sale racks. I found it pretty hilarious just to stand back and watch some people. It's amazing what people will do just to save a couple of pounds.

I then forced myself to go to a New Years eve party, saying I would thank myself later. And you know I really am. For the first time in a while I enjoyed being with other people. Maybe it's not entirely me, and actually the people I keep going out with. Well I had a really good night anyway. We eventually went to sleep at about 4am. Then at 5am someone threw up what sounded like the entire contents of the Pacific Ocean and after that not many of us felt like sleeping...

Totally overdosed on coffee the next morning and drove home at about 11:30 for a family meal at Helen's. The caffine hit me all at once because I think stopped blinking at about midday til I had to play at church at 2pm. The practise was fine but once the service started I was totally gone. Fortuately church is probably one of the only places that I could have got away with it. Every time I drifted off while playing (which was quite frequently) they just presumed I was doing serious business with God. It doesn't help that aot of christian songs are really relaxing and repetitive. I think people quite enjoyed the new acoustic version of songs though, but maybe next time I'll gradually stop and start playing rather than dozing off and just holding the same chord for 10 bars till it dies away. Then waking up and suddenly realising that yes I am meant to be playing this keyboard in front of me and just whacking my hands down hoping that they know whats going on even if my brain doesn't. Lol whatever possessed me to agree to play on New Years Day? Seriously.

Anyway, in an overall summary of my life at the moment it is good. I am feeling quite encouraged that I might still be capable of interacting with other and enjoying other people's company. Oh yeah and pictures may follow of various events mentioned.

All over.

2005-12-13T22:56:00.000Z

I truly apologise for the length yesterday. Sometimes you just gotta let it all out.

It's amazing how much brighter the world feels. I've probably failed my exam but at least its over. I can stop thinking about it and spending every waking hour playing D flat minor scale legato in 6ths and Shostakovich's prelude and fugue in E flat. Ah life is good again. I must say though, this has been the weirdest four days for a very very long time. Not going to go into it all but just trust me. Bizzarre is an understatement.

Stress, stress, stress

2005-12-10T15:52:00.000Z

The most ridiculas day, I swear. I got up early this morning to walk Ben as Mum and Dad had been out late last night. I went to the beach in the car. Since Australia I don't leave anything valuable in the car so I put my phone, keys, glasses and purse in my zip pocket. I'd been walking about half an hour when I thougth I saw seals in the sea. I reached into my coat pocket for my glasses so I could see better....yeah and they weren't there. First i thought they must of got caught up in something because I knew I put them in there. Maybe theres a secret pocket or something. They weren't there. This might not sound too distressing at first. But I can't really drive without my glasses, and I was about 20 miles from home. I retraced my footsteps all the way back to the car without any luck. I started thinking maybe I didn't actually take them with me and they'd just be sitting in the car. No luck. Retraced my footsteps again all the way back to where I'd got to. There was never any hope I would find them. I walked in the sea most of the time so if they'd somehow managed to fall out of a zipped pocket without any holes (likely) they'd have gone straight in the sea anyhow and probably be half way to Denmark by now. Mum was going to KILL me. No not just kill me, probably gauge out my eyes, pull out my fingernail and dunk me in acid. Then kill me. So I called home. What other choice did I have? They'd have been so much madder if I'd driven home without my glasses. The problem was that I only have one pair so Mum and Dad would have to both drive up to the beach to be able to take the fiesta home. Unfortunately as it happened Dad was at the dentist having a tooth out, with the other car. Mum was surprisingly calm when I talked to her. She said just sit in the car and she'll phone me back when she had a solution. Then my battery died. Oh joy of joys. By this time I was totally freezing my arse off, stuck at a nowhere beach with no phone, no way of getting home, with a huge, wet, hairy dog who had drunk too much sea water. I tried turning my phone on again after about 15 minutes. And it worked long enough for mum to tell me that John our next door neighbour was gonna drive her down to pick us up. About 30 minutes later they arrived. John has a golden retriever too (Ben's girlfriend) and had brought her along for a walk. So then we walked all the way round again before going home, finally. But the story doesn't end there. I was still without a pair of glasses. It just so happened that a few days ago I received a voucher in the post from boots for an eye examination, valid til sunday. Great, I thought. I'll just go down quickly on the bus, get my prescription and order some glasses. Right, just need to get my purse, which is in the glove box in the fiesta, which Mum has just taken to Hillside school fete... No money. No voucher. Appointment was in half an hour. Great, just great. So Dad (who was back from the dentist but groggy and in alot of pain) very kindly agreed to drive me down to Hillside to get my purse. When we arrived, predictably, the car was nowhere to be seen. We phoned Mum. "I'm at Sainsburys, just getting a few bits and pieces." So off to Sainsburys we go. And we find the car! And my purse was in the glove box! Hurray. Finally something has gone vaguely right. Dad then very kildly again dropped me off in the city. I got my eye examination done fine. So I went to look at the glasses. "Oh our cheapest pairs are about £99.00." Ha, so I left boots and made my way to specsavers. They were extremely helpful and even said that they would be done today. Hurrah! Another right thing. Thats two in one day, man alive. So they were gonna be ready by 4:45. Hmmm I thought. Heidi finishes work at 5:00. Maybe she could pick them up for me so I can go and do what I was originally gonna do today. Practise for my exam like my life depends on it....well it kinda does....aaaagh can't think about that now. So I go and ask her. "You must be joking" she says. Well thats the world for you. So now I'm stuck in the city, waiting and killing time by writing all this down when I'm GONNA FAIL MY EXAM ON TUESDAY. Oh its so unfair. I had it all planned. I had a totally free day to do my practise and then I'm babysitting this evening. Moral of the story? Let me know if you have one, I'm struggling to see the funny side right at this moment. Next week I'm sure it'll be hilarious. Right now I want to cry.

Don't ask my opinion unless you can deal with it!

2005-12-08T22:35:00.000Z

This is the root of most of my relationship problems. People ask my opinion or what I think and then can't deal with the answer. Examples:

More than one youth worker I've talked to askes how I feel things are etc.
Close friends (or should I say ex friends) of mine who push and push for me to tell them things, which I add I really would rather not. And then when I do they can't deal with the answers.
Various church leaders (already mentioned last month)
Parents. Man, I can't even start on that one. Actually lets just say family in general.

Now what am I supposed to do? Lie? I don't think so. I don't often volunteer my opinion but when I'm asked, I'm happy to oblige. Maybe just sugar coat the truth then. Well tact isn't one of my strong points. I prefer to get straight to the point, prevents confusion and misunderstanding. But maybe I could work on that one. Maybe I should just refuse to talk. And where would that get anyone? People then make up things in their heads, thinking that what I think must be so awful that I can't say it. Or they think everything is fine, which again is not desirable.

Can't be arsed with this topic anymore. Too depressing. Lie or be hated.

2005-12-08T17:58:00.000Z

I would just like to acknowlege today the passing of the law that dissallows any evidence gained from people under torture. Maybe there is some small hope for the world.

Don't you just hate it when you try to be helpful but somehow it all backfires in your face and everyone think you're actually trying to be mean, selfish and generally spiteful. It's just so typical. Ergh well screw them all. Thats the last time I try to help. Well until tomorrow anyway.

Ah five days until my exam. Not good, really really not good.

Bored again

2005-12-06T23:09:00.000Z

Not feeling quite so rubbish today. I've started making my christmas cards! Man they're gonna be good. Make a note, if you receive a bought christmas card from me, its probably because I don't like you.

Spent the evening with my good friends Ben and Jerry tonight. Ah work sucks. I'm so bored. The people are so boring, the job is so boring, the uniform is so boring, I'M BECOMING SO BORING.

Ah crapness.

Shona I love you!

Helen I love you too!

2005-12-04T20:40:00.000Z

I am feeling a little rubbish today.

Con men and chopped tomatoes

2005-12-01T11:01:00.000Z

A whole week, dear oh dear. Well yesterday was a really bizzarre day. I think I might have ben robbed. Right, this bloke came to my checkout and bought something like shaving cream, can't remember exactly but its not important. It was about a pound and he paid with a fifty pound note. I gave him his change and then he said, 'could i have it in change please, love.' So i started giving him some change and the whole time he was chatting, being really friendly but getting closer and closer to the till (though I didnt notice this to start with.) He kept changing his mind and things kept getting more and more comfusing til i wasn't sure which was his money and which was mine. He then said, 'Oh don't worry about it, i'll just have my fifty note back.' He gave me fifty pounds and I gave him his note. But I'm not sure if the money he gave me was his or from my till. This all happened it about 30 seconds. He then started saying that I owed him more money and pointed to the change on his reciept. By then I was starting to get pretty pissed off and really confused about what was going on. I think he was just counting on me being some half-wit who would just give him what he asked for to get rid of him. Or not even realise what was going on. Unfortunately for him I'm not completely stupid, only partially. In the end he just said 'forget it' and walked out. The more I think about it the more confused it gets in my brain. Oh well we'll soon know if he was some con man if my till's a hundred quid down or something. It was very clever though, I'm not saying i admire those sort of skills or anything, but its amazing how easy it is to manipulate someone. Very clever.

Oh yeah and the other hilarious thing. It was getting towards the end of my shift. We have to ask people if they want us to pack for them. So I asked this couple
'would you like me to pack this up for you?'
only unfortunately for me I was holding a tin of chopped tomatoes at the time so it came out
'would you like me to chop this up for you.'
They didn't understand and the more I tried to explain to them the more they looked at me like 'oh my goodness i don't want her touching my shopping, it might be catching.' Ah well. I had to dive under the til because I was laughing so much. Agh, tragic.

Being a Mat

2005-11-24T11:38:00.000Z

I was reading this on Lou's blog and was gonna reply in the comments bit but I think it needs abit more space. Basically Lou was talking about being the first to apologise even when you're not in the wrong and feeling like you're a mat.

http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17281269&postID=113252807187260840

I totally think its good to say sorry no matter what the situation, no-one is ever 100% innocent. But if the person doesn't reciplicate your apology then what is learnt from that situation? The person will just go on thinking that its ok to do whatever it is that they've done. Yes we have to show grace like God has shown us but I don't think God has called us to be door mats. The best thing to do I reckon is to talk to the person and try to get them to see how they've hurt you. And just as I'm writing this I am realising how hypocritical I am. Well I never said thats what I do, thats just what I think is the right thing to do. I think the major issue really is pride. Everyone likes being right. If you say sorry its like you're admitting you were wrong, this is a problem I am facing at the moment as well. Ah and now I'm stuck. Well all I can say is that I'd rather be a mat than the other person.

Goodbye to the blonde and reminiscing

2005-11-23T11:49:00.000Z

Ergh I dyed my hair this morning. Apparently its meant to be Aurburn but its turned out one of those non-discript colours that people always um and er over what it is. Ah well. Don't think it was meant to be used on blonde hair. My fault.

Ok heres a new thing. I kept a diary (well 14 actually, yes I am sad.) for about three years. So heres what happened in my life on the 23rd of November 2002.

School. Where do I begin? I don't think that much has happened since October actually. Gertrude* and Ethel* both organised their birthday parties on the same day. Not good. Ethel's will probably be a more 'grown up' party whereas Gertrude's will probably be video and pizza type party. I'm much better friends with Gertrude but Ethel asked me first. Hmmm and also on that day is the Wymondham youth orchestra concert. So I'll just play in that instead, sorts the whole problem.

I've been looking at sixth forms for next year. The candidates are:
Hewitt
CNS
Notre Dame
Thorpe
Wymondham
I have no idea where I want to go. I think I know what subjects though. Biology, Chemistry, Music and Religion Philosophy and Ethics or Psychology.

I played in the youth band at church yesterday. Mum reckons I shouldn't play because I'm going to a different church at the moment. I can't really see the harm. What is slightly more worrying is that I'm not actually a christian. I think thats a better reason for not playing in a worship band don't you? I enjoy it though, and they need me. I'm happy to play so whats the harm? Ok if I was a buddist and I was playing in a christian worship band then that would be much worse. I'm doing christian stuff, yeah mainly for the social side but not completely i don't think. I don't know what it is but something inside me still wants to go even though i think its all rubbish. I love the singing anyway, don't really sing anywhere apart from church.

*names changed for security reasons

Erm there is more but I can't realy put it in... Man how mixed up was I? I just like to reassure people that I do not agree with myself three years ago...if that makes sense. Agh that'll do for today.

Murder, boredom and more Egypt

2005-11-22T22:06:00.000Z

I hate the world. Well it started off being men, progressed to customers in general, then I thought I might as well go the whole way and hate the whole of humankind. Why is it that when I ask people if they want me to pack their shopping they say "Well if you'd like to." Do they honestly think that my life is so unfullfilled that I would find enjoyment in packing their shopping? Don't get me wrong, I have no problem at all in helping the people who actually need help. It's the bloody men who stand there and watch me struggle away without even offering to help or even saying thankyou. Eight hours of that and you'd start getting abit murderous too.

And I have just realised something tragic today. I am really really bored. It's very dangerous when I get bored because I tend to create things to make life more interesting. Fortunately I've identified this early and I think I've found two main 'things' I'm creating to make life interesting. Unfortunately I can't really write what they are as that would really be fair. Ah well, you probably have no idea what the hell I'm going on about anyway. Welcome to the madness that is my mind.

Good news about Egypt though. I may have one brunette recruit. Anyone who might be interested, the more the merrier. This only applies to
a) people I know,
b) people I like,
c) people who can put up with me for a couple of weeks.

Consider point c) carefully. Thankyou.

Egypt

2005-11-22T11:09:00.000Z

I have decided that before I go to America I'm gonna go to Egypt. I have heard that the pyramids are being closed to the public in 2007 and I really want to see them. The only problem is that apparently white, blonde girls are likely to get sold for a camel. So I really am gonna have to get a travel buddy, and preferably not a white blonde girl. Sorry Abs and about half my other friends. Hmmm this will take some thought.

Another Rant........(sorry)

2005-11-20T23:40:00.000Z

I am gonna try not to mention any names here as I don't want a beating. But I got so pissed off tonight. Ok, I'll backtrack a little. Me and Lou went to church this evening, well we were there about fifteen minutes before we walked out. It was the same church that I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that didn't take critism very well. Basically me and Lou both got wound up again and walked out. Now I have to say first of all that this church do loads of really good things. Anyway, the first thing the speaker said was how wonderful this church was, how it was the best church, how he had been here all day and how wonderful he was. We then sang a meaningless song with pathetic words but a great tune. Then we had the offering. Two weeks ago people had been asked to give in faith, give what they wanted to give, not what they could afford to give. Interesting idea, not a bad one i didn't think. But he wants people to do this every week. Now if you're giving what you can't afford then you're not actually giving out of what belongs to you. It's all very trusting in God to provide, but its like the whole jump off a cliff and God'll save you thing. You need to be responsible aswell. And where does this money go anyway? No-one is ever told but there is alot of fancy equiptment, technology, instruments and other things. I'm not saying that the money is spent unwisely, I'm juyst saying that people are giving blindly and are not told what happens to their money. To me thats not really right. But it was mainly the whole arrogance falseness of the place that made me want to leave. You always have to be happy and jumping and sorted. There doesn't seem to be any room for broken, hurt or tired people. You need space for both in my opinion. Rant over. You can breathe now.

So me and Lou came home and drank a spititual cup of peach, honey and vanilla tea while being holy and watching cheaper by the dozen...

Beach, work, out and home.

2005-11-19T22:27:00.000Z

Went to the beach again this morning. Ben managed to find the only dead seal on the whole beach and roll in it, but don't tell my mum, as me and dad haven't quite got round to telling her yet. She has a thing about dead seals. Anything in the distance, a log, a dark shadow, IT'S A SEAL!!! QUICK, STOP BEN!

Spent the afternoon at the Football ground. Its so much fun working there. I think its the company more than the job, actually. Well then I spent about 20 years getting home on the bus through all the matchday traffic, such fun. When eventually I did get back to my village, it was pitch dark. There are no street lights on my road, and no path either. So I stumbled blindly down the road abit like those people you see half dying in the desert. I only tripped about five times and somehow didn't fall flat on my face at all. A miracle, I know. I then had about half an hour to get ready before I went to Emma's to go to Alex's to go to the waterfront. No problem.

Halfway through the evening I got really depressed and felt really sick so I went home. In hind-sight it was probably PMT or just my normal schitzo-ness. Who knows. I'm playing at church tomorrow for the first time so it was probably good i came home early.

My supposed day off

2005-11-17T20:32:00.000Z

First of all I'd just like to let you know that there are a few photos from Australia posted under 'August.'

Ah working on my day off, how nice. I got halfway to work today and realised I'd left my skirt at home. Tragic I know. Now don't worry, I wasn't half naked or anything. As I cycle to work I can't really be wearing a ridiculus skirt with an almost obscene slit in on my bike so I wear something much more practical (being my blue Australia surfer shorts, perfect for wintery days...) I was already running late, as usual, but didnt I really have much choice in going back or not as I don't think work would've let me serve looking how I did. So I rushed back, grabbed my skirt and made it to work only about 3 minuted late! How good am I!? And I was only working four hours today which was so much more fun compared to eight. Plus there were some very nice people who came to my till. Ah well, it brightens my day

And my piano teacher was pleased with me today!! Hurray! She even said I could easily be a distinction pupil if I just beleived in myself more and worked harder on stuff I didn't like. Lol it's doubtful but it was nice of her. Only one month left til the exam.

I also met up with Abi today and we went coat shopping. Now she is always ALWAYS cold so the sensible thing would be to get a nice warm coat right? But the first things she picks up are little cotton jackets. "Oh I can wear them underneath" she says. Then she tries on a really nice red coat and yells out to the whole shop "Ergh these pockets are just WRONG!" We make a swift exit. Next shop..."Oh I love this one!" Now lets look at what you're wearing at the moment Abi. Yes it's practically identical isn't it. Next shop, headed straight for the dresses and flouncy skirts. Are they really goona keep you warm and dry? I don't think so. Dear me, I sound like her mother...well it makes a change! She's usually the one who mothers me. Hehe I love you Abs. How dull life would be without you.

My disgusting fingers

2005-11-15T19:47:00.000Z

Aaaah the most hilarious thing happened today, well it wasn't hilarious at the time, it was actually a little distressing. Ok heres what happened. I was sitting at my checkout and it was really quiet so I decided to do a little spring cleaning underneath. Unfortunately I caught my thumb on this random piece of metal which seems to have no purpose but to cut me. And you know how when you bang something etc you suck it for abit? Well I sucked my thumb where it was hurting for a second til this lady who i work with came up to my checkout. She had a basket of stuff and stopped in front of me and said "Ergh I don't want you touching my shopping after you've had your disgusting fingers in your mouth." I thought she was joking to start with, even though it was a crap joke, but then I realised she was deadly serious. So I just kinda sat there wondering whether I should put her shopping through or not. Eventually I started putting it through and packing it for her. But then when I got to her meat, she snatched it out of my hands and said "I don't want you touching my meat with your disgusting fingers!" I just stared at her like 'Are you for real???' And so I told her I'd banged my thumb just a second ago. And she goes "Well put a plaster on it then!" By this time I was starting to quietly fume. Then I was waiting for her to type in her PIN number and she was just standing there, so I just reinded her she needed to type it in. She goes "Ah you really put me off after sitting there sucking your disgusting fingers!" Can you even beleive it!? She then stormed off muttering to herself.

Old people today...they have no respect...no respect whatsoever.

Shopping and pondering, but not at the same time.

2005-11-12T23:34:00.000Z

I honestly, truly, completely, utterly (etc etc) loathe shopping. I know, I know, I'm not a proper girl. Unfortunately I had to go today as my wardrobe still looks like I should be in Australia. Not good when I'm in England. I got Alice to write me a list of what I needed and then a list of what I wanted. I then gave her strict instructions not to let me get anything I want until I've got everything I need. Seemed easy enough. Eight hours later I returned home with only one thing I needed and far to many things that I didn't. Seriously what is wrong with me???

In between shopping I was pondering, as I do, and I was wondering why it is so hard to do things that are good for you. It really is quite illogical. For example, I know if I read my bible each morning my day just goes so much better, and even if it doesn't, I deal with things better. But does this mean that I read my bible everyday? Of course not. I know that if I practise my scales that my piano lesson will go much better and I have a better chance of passing my exams. But does that mean I always practise them? Nope. I know if I go to bed earlier that I'll not be tired the next day but do I? Well it's 11:30 now. I could go on but I'm sure you get the picture. It is evident to me that the knowlege that something is good for you is not enough to make people do it. So what is? Yeah thats where my pondering stopped.

Aaah and tragically my phone is broken. Great timing as usual. And the phone shop tell me there is nothing wrong with it. Yet again its all in my head, apparently. Ah well.

Laser treatment and demoralisation

2005-11-10T19:54:00.000Z

A strange mixture I know. I had my first physio appointment today. He did this laser treatment thing in my knee to get rid of scar tissue and promote collagen or something. It was really wierd, not painful just wierd. Then he used this thing that felt like it was vibrating really hard but I think it was electical impulses. That was even more weird. The great thing was that he explained everything he was doing and how it helped and what was going on in my knee unlike all other doctors I've seen. So I left feeling happy and encouraged. I then had my piano lesson. I couldn't have played any worse if I tried I swear. You know you get to that stage sometimes when somethings going to badly you just want to stop and run away, or cry? Well that happened in the first thing I played which was only a scale of bloody F major which I should be able to do that with my eyes closed. We then went on to do about 20 scales, all of which got progressively worse as I went on. My teacher didn't say anything afterwards which is even worse than her being pissed off at me. We then did my pieces. My oh my. I really don't know what was wrong with me. I think that was the last straw really for my teacher. She went on about how my exam's only just over a month away and I need to be doing at least an hour and a half of practice a day, preferably three. Dear me. It's weird, piano is the only thing really that I get worked up over. I don't mind failing at everything else (which is just as well really) but I really don't want to fail my piano exam. I can't afford to fail it anyway, its costing me 59 pounds!

Agh what a depressing post. Oh well, I'll be more cheerful tomorrow.

Bits and bobs

2005-11-09T10:30:00.000Z

Agh last night was funny. When I got home from work at 7 I thought I might as well just put my pyjamas as there was no point actually wearing proper clothes. Lol, then Emma phoned to see if I'd like to go out for a drink and she'd pick me up in ten minutes. Hmmm well it was funny last night anyway. I reckon you had to be there...

I was talking to a customer yesterday and I just asked her if she'd had a busy day etc. She said she'd spent all day at hospital having surgery on her eyes. I asked if it all went well and she said "well no actually, I'm probably going to go blind." I wasn't sure what to say to that as I was aware that there was a large queue building up but it didn't really seem appropriate to just say "would you like any cashback?" I think I just something really pathetic like "oh I'm really sorry." She was really quite cheerful about the whole thing though. I hope if I was to go blind I could be that carefree.

Well it's about a month and a week until my piano exam and just as usual I'm getting totally depressed and I actually don't think I'm gonna pass this one. Have you any idea how many scales I have to do? Let me just count. OK I make it 189. Well you get the picture that its alot. And I suck, truly I do. I'm fine with the pieces, mostly...but the scales are just a joke. Agh I hate exams.

I had another really wierd dream last night. Firstly I was gonna have a baby (i'm starting to worry how much I dream that. Must be a metephor for something) and then I was at work and someone was working on the checkout across from me who hasn't spoken to me in a long time. I asked her why she hadn't phoned me and she replied how come I hadn't phoned her. And I said because I was having a baby. It was one of those really real dreams though. Strange.

Last nights dream

2005-11-08T00:44:00.000Z

As with most of my dreams, they can't always be put into words let alone make sense. But bits of my dreams last night were this. Me and Alice were in a kitchen. I think it was my kitchen but I'm not 100% sure on that. And suddenly I realised there was a large snake, like a python, wrapping itself around my waist. It then began to wrap itself aroung Alice's neck so I grabbed a small, sharp knife from the work surface. I started stabbing at this snake but I found each strike really hard, like I was killing something I loved but I had no choice. Then I realised I was slashing not only at the snake but across my arms as well. Then we were somewhere else, minus Alice and snake. There were lots of people I knew but I can't remember who they were. There's a gap in my memory here but it was something to do with a boat. Then we were all in a kind of grass dunes area and being chased by a polar bear. I couldn't run away because my knee wouldn't work proporly. So i climbed to the top of a small cliff. The polar bear followed and then when it was almost at the top I jumped off the cliff. The polar bear followed and caught up with me. It put it's mouth round my arm I think and I waited for it to bite it off or something but it just kinda sucked it instead. Sort of like Ben (my dog) does when he's trying to be affectionate. But that was almost worse than it biting me because I just sat there for ages waiting for it to bite my arm off. Then I woke up, I think.

I am not a psycho, I don't think anyway...

What a conundrum

2005-11-07T23:42:00.000Z

Bizzarrely (if thats even a word) at work today I went from thinking "I have to get another job, this is killing me," to thinking "You know this is actually quite fun and I kinda like doing this." I was trying to work out possible reasons for this. Could it be that work has finally lowered my standards of fun and general living? If so is that even a bad thing? Or could it just be that the pain of boredom has become too much for my brain so it has numbed itself like in a really bad accident? I'm not sure if its a good thing or a bad things that I'm starting to enjoy my job.

Digging Holes

2005-11-07T09:58:00.000Z

Yes I dug myself a nice big hole yesterday at church. Fortunately I think i was entitled to and Lou agreed with me. But basically when one of the leaders asked me if I'd enjoyed the service, and for parts of it I had strongly considered walking out, I can't just say 'Oh yes it was wonderful! Well done.' So I told him what I didn't totally agree with. Woah bad idea! To say he was defensive would be a huge understatement. I barely even said half of what I wanted to and even that was sugar coated, but from his reaction you would have thought I called them all a bunch of devil worshippers. Me and my big mouth.

Thoughts in my head

2005-11-05T13:43:00.000Z

I've come to the conclusion that there is not one person in this world who you can really rely on. Myself included. Whether meaning to or not people will always, ALWAYS let you down. But does that mean you should just give up on people? Well I thought maybe I would. I coped fine on my own before, I can cope fine now. But thats not the way things work. Although the majority of the time you will be let down and trampled on, there will be those few occasions when someone will shine through for you. Though few and far between, they make friendship worth the risk. Those moments when you realise that someone has gone out of their way to be there for you, no matter what the cost. That is worth a lifetime of broken promises. It doesn't mean that the scars disappear or the pain vanishes, its just gives it a purpose.

Ode to the beach

2005-11-05T00:28:00.000Z

I really don't understand how anyone can not love the beach.
I mean look at it.

How can you not want to go there? I did have to wear my wellies this morning though. I'm not quite as tough as i used to be - no longer bare feet all through the winter. I even had to dig out some gloves. Its tragic.

And I saw seals today aswell, only about 3 metres from the shore! They followed us alone the beach for abit before Ben scared them away. They really can hold their breath for ages. It must be nice to be a seal and spend all day in the sea. I think I'd rather be a killer whale though. Did you know they are the only animals other than humans who will kill for revenge and not to protect or feed themselves? Thats not why I'd like to be a killer whale though, don't worry.

Blowing out the cobwebs

2005-11-03T22:43:00.000Z

I love windy days. They just make me smile for some reason. I think the cars driving past me on the way to my piano lesson thought I was some sort of spaced out lunatic walking along grinning to myself. Ah well. I pity them, warm and un-windswept in their restricting little cars. Hehe.

A Time and a Place - my mother the goldfish

2005-11-03T22:26:00.000Z

This is something my mother is very keen on telling me about but has no idea about herself. For example, when I got home yesterday after working eight hours in my suicide-worthy boring, dead-end job with no break I am greeted with demands for my rent. For the fourth time I told her that I have no money in the bank as I have not received a pay-check yet but I will take out an overdraft if she so wishes. To this she demands to know what I've done with all my money which I reply that I went to visit friends (practically the only social thing I've done since the summer) and I needed a coat. Of course this isn't good enough, nothing ever is. So I'm still standing in the doorway holding my bike lights and my legs are about to collapse under me. Don't tell me that was the time and place for that conversation. Can I really be blamed for nearly loosing my temper? She askes me the same thing nearly EVERY SINGLE DAY. My mother the goldfish.

I would just like to add that I do love her dearly she just winds me up.

The beginning

2005-11-02T23:39:00.000Z

So here it is. Will it last? Hmmm I don't know. We shall see.

Here are a few random photos of Australia

2005-08-01T22:57:00.000+01:00

In the middle of nowhere we suddenly stopped the bus because there was a lizard in the middle of the road. Uncle Mike got out and picked it up for us all to see, gave it to me to hold and it promtly pissed all over my hand. I bet there's not many people in Norwich can say they've been weed on by a stub-tail lizard in the outback of Australia!
We hired out this boat at the Gold Coast and drove aroiund for abit before stopping at this little desert island and having a BBQ. Yes the boat had an on-board BBQ!!

Celebrating Heidi's birthday at Hatter's Hideout in the Blue Mountains
Heidi looking well cool in a cowboy hat made by a a guy who's house and cave we rented The cave that we rented. We had a BBQ and a campfire. It was so so so cool. There were hand prints and markings on the walls from when aboriginals used to use it.
A dopey koala
This was the most awesome ride EVER. It was at Dreamworld and it was the funnestthing I've ever been on.

Sydney Opera House as we went past on the boat to Sydney.
My Auntie and Uncle's bull terrier, Mindy. Isn't she gorgeous?! She had an ear infectiong when she was really little and now her ear won't stand up straight.
My Auntie and Uncle's house where we stayed some of the time.
The beach at Sufer's Paradise! Wow what a beach.
Me feeding a kangeroo
On the boat from Sydney to Manly.
The three sisters in front of the three sisters in the Blue Mountains.
I have no explanation for this...outside Hatter's Hideout.
Or this...