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That time of year again.
So, we went to the Sydney Royal Easter Show on Sunday and I am still sore as hell. Jesus Christ, it's a big space out at Homebush. Nan hadn't been for a few years and my uncle had a day off so, hooray! So, she, my cousin, Ethan and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twilight_mash came.
Despite the long, long walk... it was worth it, because I got away from Dad for the day. Ugh, he's been driving us fucking nuts. Anyway, I took Drew and Ethan and we went to look at stuff on our own. I got to see some wood chopping! I was worried we'd completely miss it, but no. Senseless destruction was witnessed. Then we pretty much stuffed ourselves in the Woolworths' Dome. Where all the food is. For serious, there is pretty much ONLY food booths. So good. Marshmallows and strawberries on a skewer, drizzled with chocolate for the win, man. SO yum. Heh, I randomly ran into Lauren, too. Fun times! We managed to catch up to Mum and Nan (separately, funnily enough) around the artwork. All that time shovelling food into our mouths... they managed to beat us through the exhibits.
I think we went to look at flowers somewhere in the middle there, then off to the animals! We were determined to check some out this year. We saw goats, sheep, chickens, cows... so many cows. We were also among the last few into the baby animal bit. Second year in a row, there was some bitchy chick there. This one was working there! Jesus. Small animals aren't supposed to inspire shit attitudes. She was trying to get everyone out for closing time, only saying "That was 6 minutes of my life I'll never get back, I hope you're all happy," isn't going to garner any sympathy. In fact, I might even go SLOWER. Funny about that. Whore. Not my fault you didn't work your schedule out better. So no, I don't care I fucked you around! *shakes head*
Um... then we had a really, really long walk back to... civilisation, basically. And food. It was like 7:30 by the time we got dinner. Which doesn't sound bad, I know, but the fireworks were at 9 and we still had to go to get show bags. Which close at 9:30. So cutting it close! Inhaled food, found Mum and Dad (then Nan and Mark, my uncle, coincidentally) and went to spend more money. I think I got every bag I planned on (I budgeted and everything) except one because it was sold out. But I found a replacement. Who'd think a Powerade bag would sell out? Only a major brand. I just wanted the bag for my skates anyway. The Schweppes one worked out nicely, though. And cheaper. So happy with it! My skates fit perfectly and it has pockets!
... Yes, I may be irrationally pleased with getting a new skate bag. Anyway. Saw the fireworks and began the long trudge back to the cars. God, that walk sucks with 12 bags weighing you down. It just sucks in general, really. So glad to get home and changed, even though it took ages to get to sleep. *sigh* But yeah, that was my Sunday! I had French yesterday, and work today, which was awesome *rolls eyes*. This entry just took me two days to finish... I think I'll call it a night. Damn you, words. Not working for fic, either.
Oh well. Sleep. Might help. Hopefully, haircut tomorrow! Yay! My hair's driving me up the wall.
Also? Doctor Who really is awesome. *loves*
twilight_mash came.Despite the long, long walk... it was worth it, because I got away from Dad for the day. Ugh, he's been driving us fucking nuts. Anyway, I took Drew and Ethan and we went to look at stuff on our own. I got to see some wood chopping! I was worried we'd completely miss it, but no. Senseless destruction was witnessed. Then we pretty much stuffed ourselves in the Woolworths' Dome. Where all the food is. For serious, there is pretty much ONLY food booths. So good. Marshmallows and strawberries on a skewer, drizzled with chocolate for the win, man. SO yum. Heh, I randomly ran into Lauren, too. Fun times! We managed to catch up to Mum and Nan (separately, funnily enough) around the artwork. All that time shovelling food into our mouths... they managed to beat us through the exhibits.
I think we went to look at flowers somewhere in the middle there, then off to the animals! We were determined to check some out this year. We saw goats, sheep, chickens, cows... so many cows. We were also among the last few into the baby animal bit. Second year in a row, there was some bitchy chick there. This one was working there! Jesus. Small animals aren't supposed to inspire shit attitudes. She was trying to get everyone out for closing time, only saying "That was 6 minutes of my life I'll never get back, I hope you're all happy," isn't going to garner any sympathy. In fact, I might even go SLOWER. Funny about that. Whore. Not my fault you didn't work your schedule out better. So no, I don't care I fucked you around! *shakes head*
Um... then we had a really, really long walk back to... civilisation, basically. And food. It was like 7:30 by the time we got dinner. Which doesn't sound bad, I know, but the fireworks were at 9 and we still had to go to get show bags. Which close at 9:30. So cutting it close! Inhaled food, found Mum and Dad (then Nan and Mark, my uncle, coincidentally) and went to spend more money. I think I got every bag I planned on (I budgeted and everything) except one because it was sold out. But I found a replacement. Who'd think a Powerade bag would sell out? Only a major brand. I just wanted the bag for my skates anyway. The Schweppes one worked out nicely, though. And cheaper. So happy with it! My skates fit perfectly and it has pockets!
... Yes, I may be irrationally pleased with getting a new skate bag. Anyway. Saw the fireworks and began the long trudge back to the cars. God, that walk sucks with 12 bags weighing you down. It just sucks in general, really. So glad to get home and changed, even though it took ages to get to sleep. *sigh* But yeah, that was my Sunday! I had French yesterday, and work today, which was awesome *rolls eyes*. This entry just took me two days to finish... I think I'll call it a night. Damn you, words. Not working for fic, either.
Oh well. Sleep. Might help. Hopefully, haircut tomorrow! Yay! My hair's driving me up the wall.
Also? Doctor Who really is awesome. *loves*
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You found the bag? YOU?! ME. I FOUND IT FOR YOU.
Also, Jon wanted me to show you this
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Semantics, bitch!
I'm not in the mood for Rick Astley music...
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I still rock.
Awww, can we just say you got rick-rolled so Jon will shut up? Please?
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Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that works. Because I'm certainly not clicking.