Bendalong and the following Week

Dear Reader (I’m pretending I have readers because it makes me feel happy on the inside),

I have not updated in a while because I procrastinate naturally. I’m sorry to say that Sims 3 has taken a priority over you because I wanted to make a neighborhood and it’s hard. However, now I am angry with Sims because it’s being stupid and won’t upload neighborhoods right. So the options are the blog, cleaning my room, or doing homework. Just know, dear reader that if I’m up until midnight on the night before all of my projects are due, it is your fault.

So, seeing as the blog hasn’t been updated in a long time, I don’t remember everything that has happened and am going solely off of pictures. In short, if you look at the 208 photos, you can get a general idea of what happened and don’t have to read my edited online journal entries. Just a side note, the last sentence is a lie; you have to read this entry because I wrote it. Sadly, Eden will not be joining us with his “hilarious” commentary because he has to do homework. “Hannah is invading my learning space” “am not. Do your homework.” “Oh Hannah. LEAVE THE COUNTRY” Sadly it looks like Eden has finished his homework and will be joining us. Anyway, on February 11, we went to the movies to see Valentines Day. The movie was sadly lacking in the half-naked Taylor Lautner. :’( Anyhow, after the movie, we met Kristina and her friends waiting for their movie to start. Eden took Kristina’s skirt and put it on. There is a picture of this hilarious spectacle somewhere is the 208 photos. So ha, now you have to look at all of the pictures so you can find the single funny picture. Friday was Valentines Day. I got a lovely chocolate rose from Sinead. I also got a plastic rose from Eden. That weekend, we went to Bendalong. It rained all weekend. That is not an exaggeration. We sucked it up and made the best of it. “Well some of us did” On Saturday, because it was raining and we were already wet, we attempted to surf. Brandon got up on his first try. I couldn’t even catch a wave on the first try. Finally, I became very good at catching the waves. I still was unable to stand up. Just so everyone knows, and it is now on the web, I got up twice, and I have video to prove it. After that, we walked to the beach and saw a stingray. It had a baby with it, which would have been really cute, except it was territorial and scary. After the weekend, I developed a cough and some hay fever allergies. Mind you, I am not sick. I just have a cough, and a stuffy nose, and a blocked up ear. But I’m not sick enough for medicine. I will take medicine when I am really sick. “When she says really sick she means dead on the ground.” “I don’t like medicine. It tastes bad.” Anyway, no, meaning, when I am too sick to get up and get it myself (that way I can’t take it anyway. Muwhaha.) Speaking of evil laughter, what is the correct spelling of muwhaha? I think I spell it differently every time I spell it. Anyway, on Tuesday of the next week, it was the school swimming carnival. All of us year 11 girls and most of the year 11 guys covered ourselves with zinc designs and didn’t wear any other sunscreen. As a result, I ended up with LEWIS written on my arm and Eden ended up with drawn on abs. On Thursday, we went to the op shops to go shopping for Friday’s disco night. In the process, I tried on four-inch stiletto heels and almost killed myself. “Ashley nearly disallowed me to have children with some scissors.” “I forgot about that. Maybe I’ll keep you around, Eden.” Friday was chaos. Of course, that is probably because I chose to watch Summer Heights High with Eden instead of showering. As a result, I had to rush and take a quick shower whilst Sinead and Ashley headed over. As I finished, they arrived. I had to dry my hair quickly, which, as anyone who has seen me fix my hair knows, it not possible. It also looks really bad. After dealing with my stupid stubborn hair, we were off. When we arrived at church, just late enough to make a fashionably late entrance, we discovered that almost nobody else felt the need to dress up. The losers. Still, we stuck out and had lots of fun. In their faces. “Anyway we looked pretty spesh” “For all of you Americans, that means special.” On Saturday, we went to Centerpoint Tower. As always, I forgot that I don’t like heights until I was on the skywalk, looking down, and thinking WARNING SHARING MY THOUGHTS AND MY THOUGHTS USE SWEAR WORDS AT TIMES LIKE THIS. THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN WHO HAVE NEVER SET FOOT IN A MIDDLE SCHOOL OR SEEN A MOVIE RATED PG OR ABOVE. Anyway, I was thinking, “holy shit, this is really high.” However, I got through this by thinking about Brandon. This sounds weird but I imagined him on the skywalk. It made me laugh. For everyone who doesn’t know him, Brandon is the American boy on the exchange and he is afraid of heights. Seeing other people either scared to death or in pain always helps me get through things. After that, the skywalk was fun until everyone was jumping. At one point, I stopped and everyone else jumped again. Mind you, the platform under us was glass. It shook. My first reaction was to grab the bar so tight I left an imprint. All of the strangers on the walk laughed at me and I suggested they frame the print. Unfortunately, that costs extra. Just know, if anyone ever goes on the skywalk, the white-knuckled imprint is mine. Anyway, after this, Heath decided that it would be funny to push me when I had finally ventured back to the edge after my jumping scare. This time, I actually screamed. Then I hit him so hard on the back of the head that there is still an imprint. This one we did frame. On Saturday night and Sunday, I put my I.B. skillage to use and read an entire book. Now any I.B. student will ask, how is this I.B. skillage. The answer to that is I got the book in the first week of school and had five weeks to read it. I was supposed to have it read by Monday. Well loyal readers, and readers who are reading this for the first time, and readers who are reading this for the last time, this blog entry is finished. But just so you know, if you are reading this blog for the last time, it better be for a good reason. The only good reasons are if you just figured out that you are A and you aren’t welcome on this blog, or if you just realized that Mr. Thims is a codename and you aren’t welcome either, or if you don’t like my writing style. Please note, if you are part of option two, ewwwwwwww, why are you reading this blog, please leave. It you are part of options one or three, I clearly didn’t make myself clear two entries ago, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME ON THIS SITE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. HIT THE HOME BUTTON, CLEAR YOUR HISTORY, AND NEVER DARKEN THE DOORSTEP OF THIS BLOG AGAIN. “In the nice way that only I can do, get out of our site, we really don’t want you here, and I know your laughing now thinking “oh eden” Im not Joking I don’t like you, and when I say it I mean it, im not laughing with you, im laughing at you, at your face, and at your ignorance. SO leave, because you are an unwanted lovechild.” Ok, that is really it. Everyone, new, loyal, or leaving, it’s over. You can go now, unless you haven’t looked at the pictures. But once you do that, please leave. It really isn’t hard. Just hit the home button. That’s it. Just move your mouse up to the little button shaped like a house and click. Seriously. Don’t you people have lives? This entry is over. Please leave the site immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Just go. House and click. There we go. Bye bye now. See you next week. “Seriously, refreshing the page isn’t going to make us write our blogs quicker. Go back to facebook.”