I Love Pistacios=[[

Over the last few months I have gained a liking toward the little seed. In fact, I have a whole box full of the shells (Yep, I now collect pistacio shells along with sugar sachets, but more about that later).
Maybe it's because it actually gives my hands (and sometimes teeth) something to do. And the shells are deliciously salty. The shells? Yes, you must of course suck them before you break the little suckers open.

It is with great regret to inform you that the bowl in front og me is now empty, save for the shells. I know there are pistacios at sundry locations around my room, I shall seek them out later.

So, I suppose you are wondering why the heck I decided to dedicate an entire post to my love of pistacios?
Well because I am very distressed. Pistacios are a coping method.
or maybe I am just not normal.

But anyway, my poor poor garath may not make it!
Damn holidays!
I put him outside for a week; We had to go away on mega fun caravaning holiday (more about that later also).

It din't rain, and got very hot.

I am very distressed, he must survive!

Home again.

Hello cyberspace, nice to see you again.

I'm home again after my little family holiday on a not so little cruise ship. I'll have a full account of my adventures a little later on, but at present, I'm a little tired.
However I'll give you an ever so brief run down in case you're interested...
we left Sydney on he 23rd of September some time in the afternoon. In between then and the 3rd of October there were happenings aplenty:
My two sisters and myself were registered for 'Teen Lounge'. What a hoot it was... There were two groups, the egoccentric 'orgy club' and co., with their intentions mostly on hooking up with one another. Then the stragglers/nerds/non-participants who came along in dribs and drabs who never really made friends. Guess which group I was in?
One of the most amazing things was the proverbial sugar sachets. Every single one had a little saying printed on it. How cool. So yes, I collected them. All but one however, I missed it and it was very sad. But it now brings my hallowed collection to 21.
We vistited 4 islands of varying interest. I went snorkelling and was attacked by either jellyfish or sea lice. That's right. They have lice. In the sea. But we decided they were jelly fish. Rows of itchy little dots all over me. Fun. Jellyfish are meant to sting, not itch!
Weather was pretty good. Terrible for the first few days but good after that. It had been fine for ages leading up to the cruise but of course it is bound to all turn to crap when it's our turn.
Also I was stuck in a little cabin with two sisters due for their rags. If there is a hell, I have just found it.
I also got a to have alcohol on the cruise, albeit a very small amount, but I didn't care. Yes, I am a good little teenager and who listens to her mother:D
Shh, just don't tell anyone...

We didn't get home till really late. Melbourne traffic is a nightmare. And It was rainy and cold. And our suitcases were in a trailer.
It was interesting to say the least. I was glad to be home, and to have my own bed. Most of my dreams whilst on the cruise were terrible, repeatitive ones of being on the cruise.
Last night in my own bed I dreamed about the cooking show Ready Steady Cook, a bratty child similar to my next door neighbour making mischief in a castle and someone was making a go-kart but she was using shoes for wheels, and it didn't work. My best friend also got dumped by her boyfriend. It was a nice relief from the terrible night's sleep I'd been having on the cruise. I still think I'm weird though:)
Anyway, I'll have a fullaccount later on, mind you this post ended up being pretty long anyway. Maybe I'll do it in two parts...
Well till then,
Au revoir.

Sad old me...

I said that I might post my dream journal online, but as of yet, I have been to lazy to write it down.
But last night's dream (or at least the tiny portion of it I can actually remember) was truly tragic. The male whom I am secretly in love with had put more clour in his hair and was being horrible. oh woe me.
A little background information perhaps?
Well this male, who from here on in shall be referred to as Kenneth (not real name)along with Kyle (also not real name**) are the males that a friend (Romy) and I like. Oh such sad pathetic teenagers we are...
Well she had been habouring this hopeless love for Kyle for many months, despite not speaking to him more often than every few weeks or so. He shares an English class with Kenneth and myself. This means Romy is rather jealous....
So fast forward a few weeks, and it is formal night. Kyle is there, but *sob* Kenneth is nowhere to be seen. Tonight really was the night for rejection. Romy was left alone with Kyle...

'Hey, I really like you...'
'What?'
'I REALLY LIKE YOU'
'Really'
(nooo...) 'yes'
'why'
(cue akwardness)
'I don't know! I just do'
'I don't think it will work out...' *CRY*
'Ok, well I'll just casually walk this way'
Oh the dramas of highschool. I know that your heart bleeds for her.
On the same night, the endless obsessive love of one friend was shattered when the male revealed he was gay. (not entirely sure if it was true or if it was to get rid of her, which would have been much worse. And someone else was in tears. I find it amazing that all in all, it was actually still a good night.

Anyway, back to Kenneth.

That night, however I had another terrible dream. I was doing my Vis Comm assignment in the hall where the formals was, stressing and unable to finish it, Kenneth was there, and then he wasn't, then he didn't care, then there was someone pretending to be him, and I couldn't print and, oh dear...:(
Now one girl, a friend of Romy and her posse was asked out by Kenneth. That's right, it was horrid, truly horrid. But I was overjoyed in a kind of pitying kind of way when she told him to get lost.
Now I fear that considering the reccent rejections, I wonder if I should follow suit with 'affirmative action', as it may end in tears. However I do know now that he goes for somewhat nerdy year 10 females, which is a bonus for me.
Now since Romy was rejected, she is in denial and has a developed a so far unobsessive attraction toward Joey. Who happens to be Kenneths part-time friend (score:)) Perhaps not all hope is lost.

But now it is the holidays, and I shan't see him for two weeks... But I have a holiday coming up. One a rather large boat. With many people. Perhaps I can move on for a brief few days. sigh...

Well that turned out to be a very unusual first dream journal posting indeed...
Goodbyeee




**Nothing is ever real. I have learnt that form other's mistakes. I have also learned never to google friend's names in too much detail. You can reveal blogs written about them by others that we know. (but they used full names, I mean, come on, you're asking for trouble.)
So hence, if I am to actually keep on going with the blog (which I doubt I will anyway). I may as well keep anonymity for the sake of all involved.