turtledoves are useful?

hahaha, this morning, a big scary bird landed on top of the budgies' cage with evil intent in its beady eyes, and was promptly chased away by a little turtledove.

the same little turtledove that's made friends with our budgies and scabs free seed that they scatter from their seed dish ^-^

I took the budgies back inside, but left a pile of birdseed on the steps for the turtledove.

bravery from usually-wussy birds is to be rewarded. ^-^

september flies like.. um.. okay, i can't think of anything. damn.

heh.. haven't blogged for a good long while.

Sun 24th Sept
12-6pm: Manifest @ Melb U with PP & Drew-san. Funfunfun. Acquired two little Tsubasa Chronicle figures, some Ouran bookmarks and a keychain. Also, ate cotton candy. Yay!
7-10pm: Arcade games, ice-cream & toy-shopping with Kazzens. Magster bailed due to tummyache (poor Mags!). Played Pop'n'Music & Point Blank (ahh, good old favourites), then went to Cold Rock in Malvern for some ferrerro rocher ice cream with maltesers and cookie dough (mmmm) and then went on a shopping spree at K-Mart Burwood (go the 24-hour-shopping!) where I bought some fun things, none of which I needed, but hey, it was my birthday money.

Tues 19th Sept
Birthday! Am now twice the age of your average 6th grader. Went to work. Made money. Had cake. Went to netball. Had dumplings. Went home. Had cake. ^-^

Everything else has been pretty much uneventful..?

..sweet memories of snow..

Monday 11th September 2006

The morning began with screaming.

I tried to get out of bed.. didn't work. My neck refused to move, protesting at my efforts by sending white-hot pain ripping through my head and shoulders.

Lay in bed a few more moments, just to recover. Stared at the ceiling and wondered whether I'd been enough of a dumbass to wreck my own neck snowboarding.

Since I couldn't sit up, I had to content myself with rolling out of bed.

Which is more entertaining than it sounds when you take into consideration that I sleep on the top floor of a bunkbed.

"Wheeeeeh!"

Flop-plomp-bammm.

More screaming.

Eventually it was time to change out of my pj's.

Shoulders locked, with elbows firmly believing they should be bending in an opposite and completely unnatural direction. Much wincing and awkward flailing followed.

Conclusion: Snowboarding is fun and all, but I don't much fancy having to go around topless for the following three days just because I can't stick my elbow through the sleeve of a damn shirt.


Sunday 10th September

Arms refused to hold my weight getting out of bed, so I decided to give snowboarding a miss out of fear that I'd fall over at the top of the mountain and be forced to roll my way down like a fat little snowball just because I couldn't frigging get up again.

Being trapped and flailing in the snow like some kind of demented upside-down turtlefish? Nah. Not today, man.. not today.

So while the others boarded (or skiied) I sat myself down at the bottom of the babyslope and made some little snowsculptures.

It started with a snowman, sitting in front of me, beady 5c eyes on the would-be skiiers flopping around the place like newborn puppies. Newborn puppies that plowed through the green mesh fence face-first at every opportunity. Very entertaining.

That gave me an idea, so I added another snowie, this one having landed face-first and starfished in the snow after catching the edge of his snowboard on the first snowman.

At Vic's request, I added a monotone snow nemo-fish paddling in a puddle. Nothing like a bit of randomness to confuse the onlookers.

Then another snowman appeared, having tripped and gone face-first into the snowboard of the second snowie, sending his legs and skis over his head, making him look like some sort of beheaded bunnyrabbit with deformed ears.

Last of all came a ginormous froggie, who sat in the midst of the chaos, eyes bugged and glassy, pretending that nothing was happening and all was completely gravy with the world.


After lunch, I snagged Greggely's camera and took photos of the crew doing their thing at the Big D, and copped a snowball down my shirt when John spotted me snapping away.

Spent the next few minutes dancing around like a crazy person, trying to shake out the cold dripping water.

And when I ventured over to the ski lift?

KAPOW! A snowball right in the chest, courtesy of Ken. (Thanks, man. This is what I get for scoring you a job interview??)

And from Peter, the supposed grownup of the group, a snowball down the back of my jumper, and one smushed right in my ear. Considerately tucked underneath my camo earmuffs.

There's nothing quite as unsettling as having icy water and crunchy bits wedged in your ear, slowly dripping further in, as well as dripping out.

I now owe our pervy old man much, much pain. Or a bucketful of dry ice down his pants, whatever ends up being more entertaining and satisfying.

The bus ride home was mostly uneventful, with some slight nausea at the top of the mountain followed by a decent snooze until I was rudely woken by a swift kick in the arse. Further investigation revealed the culprit - the black-socked foot of Karl.

Man, that guy is one crazy sleeper. His feet flail everywhere. At one point, Andge gave up on sleeping altogether and relinquished part of his seat to the snoring malaysian, due to the aforementioned's wandering feet which had been slowly feeling up my slightly unnerved brother's leg.


Saturday 9th September

Decided to try my luck on the Big D. Muddled around at the top with Anna, as Jimmy and Matty and Vic tried to coax us two newbies down the slope.

The end result?

I collided hip-first with the SLOW sign, clipping the pole and crashing myself rather spectacularly in a car-like fashion, wrapping myself around the pole.

Sideways.

My hip now has an absolutely stunning palm-sized blacky-purple bruise with red and yellow squiggly Maggi-noodles of pain staggering through it like drunk streakers at an exceedingly boring cricket match.

But did that stop me attempting to be cool?

Hell no!

I went for another run.

I tumbled down the slope head-over-arse and spun out like a crazy starfish, cracking the back of my head on the packed-and-frankly-unforgiving ice-like snow.

Violet-Crumble-coloured lights danced around in front of my eyes for a few minutes, and I lay there admiring the pretty fireworks as the snow gently sprinkled little wakey-wakey pats on my cheeks, and midget skiiers trailed down the slope after their instructor like a horde of multicoloured rainbow ducklings.

Ducklings that were considerably less unky than me.

Ducklings that didn't fall on their butts (or faces) at all.

..damn ducklings.


Friday 8th September

Stayed the night at Jimmy's, napping on the couch and watching episodes of Top Gear with the boys.

Karl fell asleep on the couch and started snoring somewhere around 2 or 3am.

The others arrived at 3:45, and we all poured onto the bus like a mass of thick molasses.

Much sleeping followed, with a break around 8am to stretch our legs and buy snow-goggles.

At 9:30am, we finally arrived at Mt Hotham, greeted by sunny skies and a covering of nice, fluffy snow. Excitement and happy snow-noises of "!!!" occur.

After throwing out stuff down at Zirky's, we tromped over to Hoys to get kitted out with essential snow gear. Snowboards for everyone but Peter, who insisted on skiing. Oh well, to each their own, I suppose. I only got 15 minutes of snowboarding last year before tumbling over a great big pile of nothing and busting my butt, so I was determined to learn this year.

I would learn to snowboard, and do it for more than 15 minutes if it killed me.

And happiness of happinesses, I spent the entire day pattering up and down the babyslope without major injury!

Falls occurred regularly at five-second intervals, and a lot of time was spent sprawled out on the soft, fluffy snow, but generally I escaped the first day unscathed.

Yaaaaay snowboard!

We spent the remaining daylight hours in our apartment watching Gattaca, for the sake of Jimmy's English assignment, at which point Karl fell asleep and snored (again), as did Ken.

Capped off a great day by having a massive steamboat dinner, full of fishball and dumplings and udon and lamb and beef and miscellaneous tasty things that only John could identify.

in other news...

my stalker now has his very own girlfriend.

i am filled with elation, because this means he's NOT GOING TO BOTHER ME ANYMORE.

confetties abound!

(and fish.)

it's like a ten-second careers fair.

Wow. I've wanted to be most of these at some point.. umm.. except for nutritionist. ^-^ I'm currently working for a bunch of people specialising in environmental law, so.. that was fun.

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