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departure
listening
to | augie march \ departure (and other assorted augie march mp3's. much better than the inflight radio. mmmm. lincoln park! woohoo! *bangs head*)
feeling | sad :(
eating | nothing... the flight attendant just took my plate away and i was finally able to get out the laptop to write this entry. hehe. i'm such a neeeeeeeeerd. but not as big a nerd as nickynoodle nick the internet man. he is a dag, you know. teeheehee.
writing this entry from
| somewhere high in the sky
4.45pm
i miss nicky c already!!
that's right, i'm on my way home. home to boring old newcastle. home to go back to uni and uni work on monday. home to predictability and routine. home to lonliness. :(
my last night in cairns was awesome. nick, his friends sal and leanne and i went out for dinner. we went back to the pizza place that nick and i had lunch at earlier that day and the guy working there recognised us and gave us special treatment (personally i just think he wanted nick. teehee.). we shared a large aussie pizza between us. the aussie pizza had egg on it. weird, but yum! :D however, the pizza was a little unfulfilling for some members of our party - we did only get 2 slices each,
after all - so we headed over to subway. there was a retard** working at subway.
as we entered subway the retard sneezed everywhere and for some reason this
amused us immensely and leanne and i could not control our laughter. we were so bad that the manager started staring at us and giving us unusual looks of disapproval. this only succeeded in making me laugh all the more. it would not stop. the retard would reappear from behind the wall and it would start all over again. i couldn't get the thought of him sneezing all over the food out of my mind. i talked about this particular subject all the more once sal came back with her 6 foo.. er.. inch sub. hmmmm. tasty sauce. bwahahaha. oh dear, i have started again....
it was after sal came back to the table that she announced she had told the manager what we were laughing at. that made me feel bad. i thought i was making fun of this retard guy
annonimously. it's ok to make fun of a person if they don't know you are making fun of them. that way they don't get hurt. now i know why the
manager guy was giving me such dirty looks. oh well, he can't have been too pissed, it didn't stop him from giving us free food. in the words of sal 'any night involving free food is a good night.'
i was now feeling rather hyper and commented that i felt like dancing on the table. after i said this sal suggested we go to the tourist nightclub called the woolshed. people dance on tables there.
we got into the nightclub for free (woohoo! more free stuff!) and headed upstairs for a boogey. almost as soon as we got onto the dance floor this swampthingy man/woman/it person started dancing with us. with leanne in particular. *eeek* we eventually got rid of the
sexualitily (i just made up a word) challenged swamp donkey and they moved on to another group... however it did return at various times just to keep us on our toes and to give us a bit of a fright.
i finally got to see nicky dance! teeheehee. (see, told you i would mention it nick. :P *hugs*) but i didn't get to see him pissed! would you believe none of us drank a thing when we went out? must have been a first for me! i didn't even smoke!
in fact, i was really good while i was in cairns. i maybe had about 6 cigarettes in a week. went an entire 3 days without any! i wasn't even craving. maybe i should try giving up now?
so anyways, nick if i come up to cairns with brodie later this year we are going to take you out on the town and get you all pissered up! :D yay! *boogies*
*sings* "i'm going to the mothball and speeding like a pinstripe and never has it felt so right. see im rolling like an eight ball. and never has it felt so right. i'm going to the mothball and on the music goes NAH NAH NAH NAH!!"
*unhypers herself*
....so, after talking to much about things being moist, secretions, excrement and eventually oral sex we all headed home - nick and i to catch the new george 'special ones' film clip, something for kate's 'monsters' clip and coldplay's clip for 'don't panic' on rage.
mum woke me up early this morning with a phone call - not that i mind waking up to the strains of jeff buckley's grace intro. yes, that is correct, it is my ringtone on my mobile *obsessed*. anyhoo, i digress. 9.30am is early when you are on holidays and didn't get to bed till late the night before. so, after i was forced awake i packed all my gear up. it eventually fit into my suitcase... just. if i had have bought any more cd's (27 at last count i think. including a $60 tim buckley anthology) i think it would have burst at the seams. it only weighed 22kg or so. i was disappointed with that. i thought i would have been getting up towards the maximum of 32kg. i'm worse than
sarah at packing. i think i wore about one fifth of the clothes i took. i don't quite know why i thought i would need about 25
t-shirts.
nick made me cry again. i tried really hard not to, but as i was hugging him for the final time at the airport it happened. dammit! and he didn't cry again! nick you can't keep doing this to me! hehe. *love* i got a bit teary in the car on the way to the airport too. some heaps dodgy 80's song that i can't quite remember the title of came on the radio and it made me feel all sentimental. i think it was by rick price. god i'm a big wuss. *shame*
eeek have to go. cap'n wants all electronic equipment off.
**this guy was not really retarded. i wouldn't make fun of someone who is retarded. he was just reeeeeeeeally creepy weird freaky
yuk and had a brown thing on his chin.
feeling |
sad still :~(
writing this entry from | the window seat of my grandmother's appartment opposite bondi
beach
10.00pm
eeek. i'm unused to the bustle of sydney now. it's too busy! being in cairns relaxed me too much i think. i'm sure i will become accustomed to it again within a day though.
as soon as my grandmother and i got back to her place in bondi we spotted my uncle and aunt and their 3 young kids. they had driven down from murwullimbah on the queensland border today. no time to rest for me tonight. oh wells, i will be going home to newcastle tomorrow. home to my own bed. i will be able to relax for all of 1/2 a day before going to uni at 9am on monday morning for a meeting.
oooh i got a message from jen this afternoon! she is aaaaaaalive! actually, jen was really sick when she was on holidays. she had to go to hospital! she was like vomiting every five minutes! how much does that suck? spending your holidays in hospital!
unfortunately i didn't take any photos on this holiday. must be a first. no holiday photo essay. :( i wish i had taken some now. i love photos and reminiscing.
thanks heaps to nicky c the bootiful dag (:P nick). i love you heaps and heaps and heaps! miss you already! *biggest hug ever* huuuuuuuuuuuge thanks to nick's mummy and daddy for letting me stay and being so hospitable. and thanks to nick's giant amazonian cats tosca and matthew for being, well, so goddamn big! hehe. oh, and thanks to that south african alcohol that nick gave me. it tastes like baileys and apparently elephants in south africa eat the fruit it is made from and get pissed. eeeek! pissed elephants! *scarey* imagine a pissed elephant! teehee. *runs*
lastly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLENNETH!! *tickles* sorry i couldn't see you tonight sweety, but you know i wuv
ya!
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