Things I didn’t know about the UK:

1. Light switches here are REALLY BIG. They’re like giant-land in Super Mario Bros.

2. It really is very cold here, but jeans ARE warm enough on their own – you don’t need to wear thermals under them :) . I might have to rethink this once we get to Europe though.

3. There are NO EMOS in London. I mean, it’s like the hugest city (please don’t correct me on this) and there are no emos! How can this be? Everyone just looks completely themselves, everyone’s wearing whatever. It’s awesome. Apart from the chavs. Girl chavs wear skin-tight ripped to shreds jeans, stiletto riding boots over the top, little boob-tubes or singlet tops with push-up bras, and tacky little boleros. I don’t know how they don’t freeze to death.

4. Everything is really old here. The houses, the office buildings, the pavers…

5. You never feel thirsty, or if you do you just feel like drinking tea, so it’s really easy to get dehydrated. And you don’t realise until you’ve got a mean headache.

6. Drinks come in pints, which are REALLY BIG.

7. They don’t have lemon lime bitters here. You have to ask for a lemonade with bitters and a slice of lime.

There are a few more but I have to go. No photos as yet because I haven’t had the chance to upload them. More later (maybe!!!!)

 

Haha… I just discovered a new function of the sensor pad on my laptop. Cool. You can give me a break for not discovering it earlier, I never use the sensor pad thingy because there’s a mouse right here. I was going to say “It’s not my fault I never use the sensor pad!”, but it is my fault. Isn’t that strange? No, not really. I agree with you on that.

Sooooooo we’re off tomorrow, to new and exciting places and things we’ve never seen and languages we’ve possibly never heard (except for me, because of all the time I used to spend on the languages activity on the old Encarta. That rocked so hard, then they didn’t include it on the new one! Sucky!) Some things that I am looking forward to:

  • Being able to sit down, take a deep breath, and just relax (once we get on the plane). I’m also looking forward to reading the books I’m taking with me for the purpose of killing time on the plane, because I haven’t been able to concentrate on reading for some time now and I want to just get lost in them and not think about anything – I’m sure that there’ll be plenty of time for that over the course of the 28 hours between us leaving Brisbane and touching down in Heathrow. And by that time I’ll probably be thinking, “I can’t believe I was looking forward to the plane trip! IDIOT!”.
  • seeing what the plane is actually like, and what the little screens on the back of the seats are like, and what the bathroom is like, and what the airport at Brunei is like (i’ve heard it’s dumb), and what the airport at Dubai is like (I’ve heard it’s cool), and what Heathrow is like (I’ve heard it’s really big and there are shops everywhere for everything you could possibly not need).
  • discovering what the cold really feels like.
  • stealing food from breakfasts while on the tour so that we don’t have to buy lunches (YEAH!)
  • taking photos of things that are actually interesting or different, as opposed to the things I am taking photos of now that are just boring and sad
  • buying a scarf (since you can’t get them over here at the moment, apart from the mountaineering stores but they aren’t real scarves, they’re like… I don’t even know
  • what to say about them. It’s just a hoop of fabric really. I’m sure it’s warm and all, but it’s weird and I want a real one!)
  • touching snow
  • walking in snow
  • throwing snow at someone
  • making a snowman
  • not feeling like I live in an oven, or in front of a furnace, or something else that you could compare living in such unnaturally hot conditions to
  • seeing Stonehenge
  • seeing the Roman baths at Bath
  • visiting the London zoo (YAY!)
  • visiting all the museums and galleries
  • seeing the Eiffel Tower for real
  • Seeing Venice (I have dreamed of Venice since I was 17, and promised myself the first time I went overseas, I had to go there)
  • going to Germany and NOT drinking beer (ugh) I’ll let you know if I change my mind.
  • Meeting up with Noe in Paris!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Going to Dublin with Noe (I didn’t realise this, but we actually have four full days in Dublin, plus the day that we arrive and the day we leave. I really hope Raymond & Audrey have been in contact with Noe because I don’t want to be paying for a hostel or a B&B the whole time we’re there!

oh I think my toast is ready! Ima go have breakfast and get ready to meet Lauren & Nathan. We’re getting bags today! Nathan has to help with some paving of a driveway or something, and it was his birthday yesterday, and he drank a half a bottle of bacardi! Poor thing.

Eep! These butterflies just won’t go away!

 

Went to see King Fricken Kong today. Let me paraphrase the comic-book-store-guy and just say “Worst movie everrr!”. But maybe that’s an unfair exaggeration. I haven’t seen many movies lately, so I don’t have a lot to compare it to. But still. It was a steaming pile of crap. Let me ask a few questions of the producer, director, actors… whoever would like to claim responsibility for this atrocity:

1. What was the point in creating a back-story for the character of Jimmy, when it was never elaborated upon and was not continued later in the movie and did not even end up having any connection to any of the later events?

2. What happened to Jimmy after they took Kong back to New York? I don’t remember him dying beforehand… he was still alive when Jack rescued him after kong threw their boat against the wall of the cave, but we never saw him again.

3. Why didn’t Ann’s back or neck snap after the first time that Kong shook her? Mum thinks that the whiplash would have done her in. I don’t think she’d be dancing around and doing cartwheels after being thrown around by Kong on their trip through the jungle.

4. What was with the speech by Hayes? Did that have any connection to anything that happened in the movie? Did the book that Jimmy was reading have any relevance whatsoever? What about the question, “This isn’t an adventure movie, is it?” Wow that just had so much meaning that my brain almost exploded.

5. Did none of the people who made it back to New York actually speak to each other until the time that Kong escaped? Weren’t Jack & Ann supposed to be in love?

The violence was so gratiutous. Even though it was only CG, watching a giant silverback rip apart the jaw of a tyrannosaurus rex is not my idea of a good time. People in the cinema were laughing by the time Kong and Ann fell into those hanging ropes of vegetation, with the T-Rexs, because it was like “when does it end”? I kept thinking “I’m leaving. I’m leaving. I’m walking out. Just get up and go.” because I hated it so much. The graphic violence and just general horribleness was unrelenting. I hated everything I saw, right from when they first set foot on the island. Everything was so disgusting, so dirty, so DANGEROUS. AS IF you would go back there! AS IF! Even if some guy did die, how is it a tribute to his memory to get yourself and everyone else killed as well? Argh! And why was everyone so stupid as to just agree with Denham that this was a solid idea? Grrr. There were so many random comments made in the film that were trying to be passed off as meaningful and highly relevant. I am highly annoyed that I paid $10.50 to see that. Adrien Brody is still cute and was a redeeming factor (I loved his accent), though he was better in The Pianist.

Anyway. Work tomorrow. Four more days. I’ve started packing my suitcase. Mum said to me, “they say you should put everything in, then take it out and halve it.” ‘S’if I’m going to halve it! I’ve already put everything in my suitcase (save my jewellery and my toiletries bag, which will go in my hand luggage anyway so it doesn’t count) and it’s only half full. If I halve what I have in there, it will only be a quarter full. Why would I do that? I wonder if I will have enough time to do everything I need to do before we go. I should buy some new multi-vitamins, I think I only have four left in the bottle. I can’t wait to get my haircut on Friday. I will get some texturiser, plus shampoo & conditioner.

I was thinking of going to the gym in the morning before work tomorrow, but then I think maybe everyone will be back to work after the Christmas/New Year break, and therefore back to the gym, and therefore it will be super busy in the morning again (it was so dead last week!). So I should just start work early and go to the gym after work like usual. I like going in when it’s dead so that I don’t have to book the machines. Yeah. I’ll do that. I think there’s a morning tea on at work AGAIN tomorrow, for all the people who had their birthday around New Years. I wonder who will be in charge of that? I could volunteer but then I’d get even less work done than I have been, which is so incredibly dismal that it’s not worth thinking about.  Also, I have my performance review on Wednesday, so I’ll have to do a write-up for that. Ugh! So many things to think about!

Ok. Things to remember:

1. Write-up for my perf. review
2. buying socks, jeans, gloves, pillow, toothpaste, thermals, knee-highs, singlets
3. asking about international roaming for my phone!
4. making photocopies of important documents
5. getting some currency converted before we leave
6. adaptor for UK electrical outlets
7. calculating money required to pre-pay bills for the next five weeks, plus how much I will need to leave in my account for direct debits
8. finishing off unfinished business at work
9. getting everyones email addresses for updates
10. giving everyone my new phone number (contract expired and I’m so not staying with optus. Vodafone all the way baby!)

There are more but I can’t remember them. This entry is dumb and wasted on king kong.

 

I just uploaded some photos and I noticed that my profile said I am 23. I had to think about it for a minute to really be sure that I am not 23. I think I’m overtired. We just got back from Yamba. The drive back was so long. I just wanted to be home, and I thought “The first thing I’ll do when I get home is have a shower (because my hair is all beachy from this morning) + then go to bed”. But I’m home, and I haven’t had a shower, and  I haven’t gone to bed (obviously). I really wanted to check out the photos from the weekend, so I had to unpack my laptop and set it back up again on my desk (because I took it with me so I could delete photos from my memory card over the course of the weekend, and it’s lucky I did because I only took my 32MB memory card instead of the 512MB one. IDIOT!) and then I had to upload some to my blog just because I wanted to, and so I had to resize all the photos so they weren’t like a million megabytes.

So. I will have a shower to clean the salt water from my hair (though we did go swimming in the Blue Pools AFTER the beach, which are fresh water, and I did have a shower after swimming at spooky, but it was only the shower above the beach where you get to wash off the salt & the sand) so I”m not all that salty, but I’m not going to sleep like this.

Last night was funny. We sat on the headland and had a picnic and drank and watched the fireworks (random fireworks were going off from about 9pm for no apparent reason) and there were hordes of 15 and 16 year olds walking past our table, all swigging breezers or cruisers, and they never failed to say to us “Happy New Years!” To which Anna would respond “yeah… it’s not new years yet!” or they would say “Happy 2006!” and Anna would say “Happy 2005″ back to them. There was no violence around this year, which is something to be thankful for. Nathan dropped us home just after the fireworks ended, and he had to make two trips as there were too many people. When we got home everyone was hyper, Nathan had leftover silly string and a water gun, and was blasting everyone until A poured a jug of water over him. Then he took the cap off the water gun and just poured the rest of it over Anna, who came out far more soaked than Nathan. I tried to get away from the water gun and bashed my knee against the table in the process. It’s still hurting. Then Zsolti served us all some Tokaji, and taught us the Hungarian toast which sounded something like “eggesheggedrrrre!” But I was a bit drunk at the time so I’m probably remembering it wrong. Despite the fact that I had been drinking vodka all night, and then had tokaji, I woke up feeling amazingly good. We went to the beach at around 9:30am, and the water was so cold that it was hard to breathe, and it wasn’t like I got used to it after a while, I had to move constantly so that I didn’t freeze, and my teeth were chattering and I was shivering. But it was beautiful, the water was so clear, and warming up in sun afterwards was just perfect. In contrast to that, the water in the Blue Pools was really tepid. It was cooler at our feet, further underneath the water where the sun doesn’t reach, still we didn’t stay in there long, because we had to leave anyway.

We leave a week from today. This time next week we will have been on the plane for 7 hours. Or about that. we’re supposed to stay awake for the first part of the trip, and then go to sleep for the last part so that we wake up when the plane touches down in Heathrow at 6:30 in the morning of the same day that we left. I think. I’ll have to have another look at the itinerary. We still need to get thermals. I’ll be going to get those this week, plus a travel pillow because Anna said that we will really regret it if we don’t get one now, because of those days that we are on the tour, if we dont have pillows we’ll be sleeping on each other’s shoulders. So I have to get thermals, a pillow, thick socks, waterproof gloves… probably some other stuff I will realise once I’m in the store looking at everything. Once we get over there I have to get some thick woollen tights so that I can wear skirts! Oh and plus I have to get the other pair of jeans I was thinking about last week. Plus some knee-high socks. I should write all this down so I remember.

Four more days of work to go. I don’t know how I’ll concentrate. It was that close to an impossibility to concentrate last week, though that might have been more to do with it being that stupid three day short week between Christmas and New Years celebrations, and it’s always difficult to be seriously motivated during that time.

Anyways, I’m tired and I want to have a shower and go to bed. Night!!!!

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