my back hurts and my mouth is chewing gum *edit*

aka "my farts sound like a camel"

aka "i love lamp"

 

I can’t write an entree right now, I’m nose-leaking too much. This is what I get for going outside. Fuckin evil flowers and grass and stuff! There needs to be a snot-collecting business, I’d earn so much money. I reckon I’ve had 3L in the last hour. Yes. Gross, not something anyone would want to know, but I don’t care. It’s like a cut that won’t stop bleeding.

Went city – Jenn, AT and I. birth certificate. purple man eyebrowed. walk. coke. walk. photos – pissy man. cashies – anchorman. clifton hill hotel. death by smoke. utter boredom. home. (at 7:30). tv. nandos. train stalking. xmas lights. home. hayfever to the max.

I’ll write this up proper tomorrow. For now, I think I’m gonna go to bed, see if laying down helps me, try and sleep, or watch a dvd or something.

I hate this weather!!!!!!!!

and I hate my incredibly stiff and sore body. And the fact that I have been feeling ill ALL DAY LONG!

 

 

It’s midday. I still feel like crap. Only time I don’t is when I’m laying down in bed. So I’m going back there once I do this. Coz why should I keep myself feeling crappy?

So yeah, yesterday morning I decided to have the leftovers from the previous dinner. I had 2 mouthfuls of the satay chicken salad that had been in the fridge overnight. And my stomach was NOT happy with it! For the entirity of the day, I felt like I was about to puke if I burped or breathed or anything, but I knew that I actually wasn’t, it just felt it. Couldn’t made myself vomit to stop the feeling, but it’s better that I don’t know if I can do that or not.

Caught the bus to meet up with the Jenn. She was on the other side of the road doing giant waving at me, then barking at me, in typical Jenn-style. We went to the city, on the way gaining an AT.

We went to the place to get birth certificates, as Jenn needed hers. AT and I were being all remembery how it was when we were there last, as they were rebuilding when we went. Now its all swanky and stuff. Dude that served Jenn was all in purple, and when he greeted us, he did eyebrows. SO FUNNY! Even funnier was that Jenn turned to me and said "He eyebrowed!!" quite loud lol. They couldn’t give Jenn her certificate right away, so we went for a walk to get drink and foodage as Jenn an I were dying from need. Mmmm coke.

After she had the certificate, we went across the street so she could get her passport photos done. The dude who did them was a total shit, arguing with her about why she thought the photos weren’t good enough, and getting pissy coz she was blinking from the flash and such.

We then caught a tram to a Cashies. I bought Anchorman for $9. So awesome.

Then we went to the Clifton Hill hotel. I knew where we were then, recognised the street from when I would go to Tom’s house. That place was crap, Jenn and AT were having drinks and smoking and enjoying themselves, I was just trying to avoid the smoke as much as possible coz I get asthma real easy lately. Didn’t work, my avoidance. And because I’d all but stopped breathing to avoid more smoke inhalation, I almost fell asleep on the table.

We walked to the train station, waited SO LONG for our train and when it came  there was no possible way to get on, stupid sardine train. I can’t cope when squished like that anyways, so we waited for the next one and got seats!

Jenn and I came home, patted the Headbutt, fed the guineapig (and picked him up… actually I only got a hold of him coz he ran out of the cage!) who looks healthier and the open sores on his back are healing.

We then went to Nando’s for dinner. The server girl asked if we wanted to eat in or take away, and after we said eat in she was all "sorry, we’re closing in 5 minutes" Why bother asking? Bah.

We ate and trainstalked and it was fun times. Even though the food made me farts sound like a camel…

Because of having to have the car windows open, and stopping at our toilets on the way home, I got this hayfever. Grrr. I hate grass so much. Pave the entire continent and get rid of it.

I was gonna go back to bed after writing this, and call Jake. But the phone won’t reach my bed no more. I don’t know where our long cord went to. Or maybe I’m imagining that we ever had one. Too bad my bed isn’t Matthew’s, then I would be fine. Oh well.

Bah, I can’t do my housework today! And that actually upsets me!

Byes

*edit* I used my super muscles, moved my parents big-arse bed, and found the phone cord was tangled and therefore… reached me bed. Score. Time to call the Jake-one.