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That’s the noise I make when I talk to my dog. It makes us both happy : )

I haven’t written in quite some time. Since the twenty-sixth! Wowee. (That was intentional). So now I’ll have a fair bit to write about.

The frustrating thing about not writing for so long is that one never knows where to begin. To kick this party off, I’m going to tell you all the things I like about:

BIRTHDAYS

I thought birthdays would be an appropriate thing to write about, seeing as there are a large number of people born in August. Incidentally, if you count back nine months, guess where you are? In the words of Maddie’s friend George, “Hello Christmas.” *_*

But that’s not why I enjoy birthdays.

Birthdays are fun because it’s enjoyable making a big fuss about someone for a legitimate reason. I like wandering around for ages trying to find something just a little left of centre to give someone, the kind of thing you wouldn’t get every day. You know back when everyone gave you all this little girly stuff, like Barbies, and play makeup, and all that? That was no fun, getting the same thing from everyone. So I like looking for weird things. The best thing I ever found was a self-winding spaghetti fork.

I thought it was pretty cool, but I wonder if Jade ever used it?

Birthdays are good because you can all be together, having fun, just enjoying the company of friends, and knowing that all of you together are celebrating something important. Birthdays are fun when there are themes. They can be the most obscure themes in the world, but they just make the party ten times more fun. I think there should be a theme for everything.

I like giving people presents as well. Sharing is a nice feeling.

And that, ladies and gents, is why I enjoy birthdays. I think I enjoy other peoples’  birthdays more than my own. My own stresses me out, I feel nervous if I have people over, I’m not really all that keen on being the centre of attention, and bad things tend to happen on my birthday. I nearly always end up in tears on my actual birthday, and the last birthday party I had, in year eight, my ferret vanished, everyone fought, I ended up in tears, and no one talked to one another the next day. Stress central, oh yes.

I loved year eight. (N)

I think that’s the difference between good and bad birthdays though. You want  to spend the day with the right people. Spending a day that’s supposed to be about you (and that’s not in an ‘I’m so wonderful’ sort of way, just in a truthful way), with people who don’t care enough about you to forget about their own little dramas for one evening just doesn’t make sense. You want to spend it with people who enjoy being with you, and who you can all be relaxed around.

That’s the way to go.

Have you noticed some days always go wrong though? A bit like Pov Tuesday. For example, bad things often happen to me on Friday the thirteenth, as cliche as that is. Really truly though, bad things happen.

For example…

FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH AT THE ZOO

While I was still living in the Southern Highlands, my Mum and Tere, the mother of some of our very good friends, decided to organize going to the zoo as an outing. The date we finally settled on was Friday the thirteenth.

I had my suspicions that bad things would happen. Don’t get me wrong, I was looking forward to it immensly. I knew I’d have fun. I just also had a sneaking suspicion that something would go a bit wrong.

And whaddaya know, I was right. To begin with, I sat in some gum. The biggest wad of gum I’ve ever seen. Luckily, I had a spare pair of pants. Next, we went over to the chimpanzees. I was looking in the enclosure, and came within an inch of falling over the side, into the rather grungy-looking moat. Then, that’s right, the day wasn’t done, I went to the miniature hippopotamus enclosure. The silly thing was all hidden in a corner. I didn’t come to the zoo to look at half a hippo’s bottom! So I leant over the little railing, in order to see it better.

And promptly fell in.

I was in the hippo enclosure, with my feet in the air, A HIPPOPOTAMUS IN THE ENCLOSURE, feeling rather scared and embarrassed. Those things are vicious! I managed to get out without falling in the pond luckily, and without being attacked by a small hippo.

A boy standing nearby started laughing at me though, which was Not Good.

While all that was going on, I later learned that my brother and Justin, in their search for the toilets, wandered right into the rhinoceros cage, which was opened for feeding. They didn’t notice that they were in one of the cages until they saw the rhino, so that was also Not A Very Good Thing.

One would think nothing else could happen in the small remainder of the day we had left. But we managed to squeeze in nearly missing a ferry, and being yelled at by the ferry man. We made up for it by shouting joyfully to two other girls on a yacht, and meeting a nice gentleman at the ticket gate.

And that was my Friday the thirteenth at the zoo.

I’m good at rambling on. I really wonder how many people actually care about the things I write about. Ah well. I enjoy myself.

This term at school has been rather nice. Assignments have been stressful, and I’ve had atrocious headaches, but it’s been fun. Tenea dressed up in a lion suit, we had birthdays, they played Clothes Off! at bowling, The Young Veins happened, and Kasia and I went to the movies at half nine in the evening on a school night to see Public Enemies.

We picked up two very drunk people on the way there, because Mum refused to drive past a woman lying on the ground, and insisted on taking them home. I’m surprised Kasia kept in her laughing for so long.

“In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dreeeeaaaammm…”

And that’s a bit of a summary of my gap-between-blogs.

Lily is coming over next weekend. How exciting! I think we should make a pie. Let’s make a pie, dearest.

By the way guys. When I get my glasses, don’t laugh, or I think I’ll cry.

That’s gonna be me. Doesn’t she look cheerful? She looks almost as nice as my very own Gran.

I’m not really getting glasses like that @_@

Tarrah!