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Let's call today: 'Sunday, 30 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
todays assignment

what can you currently smell - as in, right now??

my answer: herby clothes and smelly feet.

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Let's call today: 'Saturday, 29 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
yknow, its funny

when you think about all the places i've put my mouth in the last - what? 4? 5? - years, its surprising to see my reaction just now when i realised i'd started using someone else's toothbrush by mistake.

surely i've survived worse?

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Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 25 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
ok, so i went.

for those of you who dont know where i was going today at 3pm, i went to see the senior clinical psychologist. it was very fun being a part of that kind of culture.


the good news is im not 'this' or 'that' as was assumed. a few other things yet to be discussed but i dont exactly trust someone that quickly, even tho i know he's just there to help and that anything i say stays in that room.

ok, either he's wrong and i am crazy or theres a little kid in here saying a word that rhymes with vicki in a spooky voice. cos all i hear is iiiiikiiiiiii iiiiiiiikkkiiiiiiii in a weird eerie calling tune.

aha, either my name's not vicki and its actually Grandpa, or it is all my head. i think its the former rather than the latter.

i have a few things to talk about today.

first of all, helen.

that woman is so very very strange. she turned a nuturing nurse's touch last nite in rehearsal into a random slap on Mousies shoulder. it was hilarious, but also frustrating. from my corner of the room as i sat and typed away on the laptop working on my script i interrupted the dialogue with "AND HELEN WILL [[[NOT]]] BE IN IT"

another thing i have to mention today is this:
before i went in for my appointment with Doc i had to work cos another lady had injured herself. now let me explain, first of all, this is my day off, and im working. secondly it was 38 degrees and i was picking 100+ bunches of this and that in the heat. it was 9:30am and it seemed we had reached our maximum already, gah.

the fun thing was we picked the Rocket with the sprinklers on, and that when i signed off (2 hours after i was promised, i may add) i got to change into cleaner, more comfy clothes, and feel fresher. i was begging my car to get here tho on what little petrol i had. but we made it, now i need to spoil her.

perhaps a clean? she's lookin dirty. poor farmy car.

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Let's call today: 'Friday, 21 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
next tuesday @ 3pm

i dont want to go.

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Let's call today: 'Thursday, 20 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
today i went shopping after work

i bought a cute white and brown lacey shirt, a white top, a brown sleeveless top, a purple cord skirt, a lil elephant with broken tusks (but i still wuv him) and a ring.

and i was gazed at by 2(!!!!) lesbians.

coveted stuff. it was the cool stuff i bought.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Tour Down Under 2005

i have 3 spare VIP tickets to the Jacobs Creek Tour Down Under. Free food, drinks and good seats.

if you want them, just let me know and you can have them.

no charge.

i just want them to be used.

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Let's call today: 'Wednesday, 19 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

treading on a sewing needle protruding from clothing on the floor is very not nice.

i dont care if it's 37 degrees and i'm at home, i'm wearing shoes for the rest of the day dammit.

gah! blood!

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Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 18 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
mountain goat

sorry that was the first title that popped in my head.

did you know that an australian scorpion has no poison in its sting? well, i'm an exception to that rule, of course.

they also glow under a UV light... hey, i'd like that. everyone knows i'm obsessed with flashy lights and things that glow.

so ok, lets talk about mountain goats.

did you know that goat meat contains up to 45% less saturated fat than chicken meat and that our stomachs can break down goat's milk faster than the milk of a cow.

wow - goats rule.

i'm sorry, its getting dark, my desklamp is broken and ive been workin hard.

did you know i have my one and only day off tomorrow - and its likely that i'll be called in anyway? ah dear.

i look forward to uni returning.

oh yeah. guess what?

i yelled at jill lastnite.
it was kinda fun. stupid woman.

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Let's call today: 'Wednesday, 12 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
i hate feelin down for apparently no reason.

it's like i'm wandering about in the dark no sure where i'm going or how to get back, just walking.

it also make me write absolute dribble.

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Let's call today: 'Monday, 10 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
funny what you remember

Adam Berry

other than being a chronic liar in class, adam berry was very rodentlike and wasn't ever really all that nice to me.

during a game of spin the bottle at a party, my bottle landed on him.

the punishment dare for not kissing your "pash" was to submerge your head in the algae ridden pool outside in the backyard.

I took the pool.

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Let's call today: 'Sunday, 2 January 2005'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
we are quite amused

ok, so happy new year to you all. i've gotten over my denial and finally admitted it is 2005.

on friday night, i was invited to K8t's place. i wasnt going to go, but since I soon found I had nothing else to do, off I toddled, complete with my purple spanish cape and various flashing lights.

i knocked, called 'why am i knocking? I live here!', and let myself in. once inside i was immediately adorned with a garland of glowsticks. let me pause here to remind you all that I absolutely LOVE glowsticks and flashing lights.

after a brief leap into the circle of chairs on the back patio, accompanied by a cry of "I HAVE ARRIVED!", i made a few quick social contacts with people I hadnt seen for a bit, then went in search of K8t.

to jump ahead in time a bit; i went about exchanging random hugs with random people, danced with 'Guido' - our inflatable gigolo guest of the evening, sang a song on kates karaoke machine, ate some munchies - corn chips and salsa: which we meet again later on, and of course broke open the bourbon i got for my 21st.

after about 5 rather strong drinks, a bottle of vodka replaced my bourbon and i poured a bit into my glass and went 'hey this isnt my drink!!' then figured 'well i cant let it go to waste' so back it went, and the glass was re-filled with my previous beverage of choice.

some time later i wandered out to the grassed area outside and laid down. the next thing i see flashes of light as photos are being taken, here Ben says "i think she's actually not very well...."

then the world became reacquainted with my cornchips, salsa, and... i dunno... i musta had some carrot sticks and dip earlier in the night too.

so then began a haul.... and i mean "haul".... of taking shifts of looking after vicki on the lawn. matt was great. i dont think he ever left my side. k8t even held my hand when i asked her to (not that i remember it) even though it meant she got vomit on her. ahhh dear.

to cut another long story short, i graaaaaduaaalllly became more and more upright, and keeping more water down (matty boy once again). and once i could sit on a chair rather than lie on the lawn, i began to converse a little more comprehensibly.

then came the time i put the bucket aside, took another drink of water, stood up, threw my arms in the air, did a little jump over to the group of people sitting by the wall and declared "I'm back in the game!!!"

not long after, however, i was somewhat coerced into bed.

about 5 hrs later i emerged from my solid block of sleep to hear voices in the living room. and i got up to see who was still here...or here again. when i entered the room, i was received with outbursts of "oh my god, as if you're up and..... with it!?!" followed by "you're hair is amazing." my miraculous recovery warranted many compliments such as this throughout the next day.

i should be sick more often.

about 5:30pm new years day the small recovering group that was left, 6 of us in total, went to the Seaford Hungry Jacks for "breakfast/lunch/tea". i ordered a Spicy Chicken Value Meal from the new menu. my roll was tepid. i needed no further pressing from the others to go to the counter and describe it as such. i went up to the young girl serving and handed her the roll stating "this is tepid."

she blinked at me.

"that means it's not hot."

she replaced it with one that was not much better and was burnt. i sat back down with my group at the table, all of us now donning the cardboard crowns that were on the sideboard, and discovered that my fries were too salty and my coke was watered down.

after finishing what i could, playing a game of 'lets throw fries into vicki's mouth' with the others, and watching some of us swearing at the soft drink re-fill station, i loudly announced that that was the worst thing i've ever eaten, and that
its time to go.

from there, still wearing our Hungry Jacks crowns, we drove the two cars across the way into the McDonalds drive-thru and ordered ice creams. before collecting my cones i took my receipt from the girl in the booth and asked her if i could claim it on tax - pointing to where it read 'tax invoice'.

driving back into Aldinga with our crowns and ice creams, we slowed down and gave the royal wave to every passing car and pedestrian we found. whenever we spooted someone to wave to, we would alert the rest of the passengers by crying "Starboard!" or "Port!" accordingly.

our best reaction came from a group of 3 derylics at a bus-stop not far from K8t's house.

ah, good times.

so, what are we doin for easter??

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