Tissue lover

My immune system is a candle in the wind.

Today if you live in Melbourne, pay attention, and read my blog all these things unlikely to happen all at once, you may notice that I should be in school. Well I'm not.

My white blood cells decided to make use of that pent up annual leave and ran off to the Bahamas leaving me to fight the Winter flu germs solo.

Of course I lost.

So now I'm stuck here in my house with nothing to do except sniff and pop Soothers like it's 1989. My mum (bless her) left me to fend for myself and my french exchange student is watching FOXTEL something I'd be glad to join her in if I wasn't too weak to move anything except my fingers.

But some good has come out of this vile malady. The French teacher (nazi) has been piling upon us mountains and mountains of homework expecting us to have done it all to absolute perfection, and if not she shoots you.

Ok exaggeration, but she yells at you a lot and being afraid of loud noises, yelling makes me feel like jumping out a window (onto a cushion).

So i've worked out how to use my mac's calendar and made a schedule for myself. It's kind of like Microsoft Outlook but prettier and harder to use. I should be able to get all my work done and some for other subjects if I ever begin. Which I don't want to.

Oh and by the way LI (love interest) and I are going to the formal together...make of it what you will. Or don't. Whatever.

glorified diary. xx

Fool's Gold

Bonjour tout le monde

I have recently acquired a french exchange student. Apart from the casual disagreements on the quality of Australian bands and cheese it has been pretty awesome if I do say so my self. In taking her to all our (meagre compared to France's) tourist sites I saw places in Melbourne I'd never been before.

Personally everyone has to do Sovereign Hill at least once. I did when i was about ten and surly. I was angry at having to walk/drive for so long and the stupid costumes were itchy and made me look like Julie (masterchef) on a bad day with no medication. By the way, Justine should have won. This time, the costumes still made me look like I needed an obesity intervention but I actually enjoyed looking like an angry barmaid with PMS. In all my time I had forgotten the awesomeness of Ballarat...well Sovereign Hill but who goes to Ballarat for anything else?

Honestly travelling back in time was pretty good. The only downside was that now that I'm not a child anymore the place seriously shed it's magic. Between the tour guide subtly revealing to me that they put all the gold in the river (I found some) and that there was never gold at Sovereign Hill, and telling me his life story his 1950's character was kind of screwed.

Ok, so the place looks kind of tacky from my teenage point of view and my french girl's enthusiasm was lukewarm. I still had fun and would defend Sovereign Hill against any adversary...well, you know what I mean.

glorified diary xx