its now 6:14pm on the saturday and i am tired and depressed as ever. dont ask why though. i was on realestate.com.au looking for apartments. dont ask why though. until this search came along:
my gosh everytime i think of that number i think of my poor diary :(
i mentioned above that it was 6:14pm. well, technically, now its 6:21pm. ive been sleeping practically the whole day. i woke up at 8:30am today, feeling very tired and groggy. i did the usual things, you know, watching TV episodes (NCIS!!) and reading manga. by then it was 2:30pm and i felt very tired. so, the most common thing to do when your sleepy in the middle of the day is to sleep, right? so then i slept. and then i woke up at 6:00pm to smell delicious hash browns. but knowing they were my mums cooking, i knew at least ONE aspect would taste disgusting. upon eating it, i knew what the aspect was.
IT WAS UNDERCOOKED.
bleck. now im just drinking copious amounts of water to dilute the taste. of course, being a good girl, i didnt complain about the taste.
mum: was it yummy?
me: yep. very delicious.
mum: yes! i knew i would succeed in cooking this time
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okay so ive got saturday covered. onto friday.
AG EXCURSION!!! we went to two farms: an orchard and a cute, little alpaca farm. the orchard was not much, except for the fact that i bought a pack of blueberries (sorry mr maguire! >.<) so after the orchard, we went to maccas as a group to buy our lunch. in the end, i couldnt leave without buying a hot apple pie even though they were $2.25 *sigh* oh, did i mention that the australian apple pies at maccas are MUCH MUCH MUCH more better and yummier than the american ones. the american ones were in a weird square shape, was burnt on the outside, the filling tasted off, but it was still cheap (only 40 cents!!)
after hurriedly finishing the apple pie, we were back on the bus. i remember on first sight, the alpacas were so cute and adorable compared to the really mean guide we had. i mean, come on. we pay $25 to you to visit your farm and how do you repay us? make us rake up your alpaca poo, vacuum it, weed your farm and forget to bake us scones (claiming it was our fault for not reminding her!!!!) >(
haha i still remember winnie and me complaining.
winnie: i dont wanna weed! she [the guide] gets paid to have free child labour!
at the end of the day, we got to feed and pat the alpacas. you know that thatch of wool on its head??
ITS SOOOOOO FLUFFY!!!!
like, really really really fluffy!!
we had to depart ways with the alpacas, and i survived the 45 minute trip back to our school.
it was very windy the time we got back, compared to the wind-less, sprinkling excursion we had up in richmond. tiring, but enjoyable. :)