Thursday
Lilly and I went for a little walk along the river bank where we found this amazing nasturtium place but it ended up with us getting lost and caught in the rain and missing class and gibbering about skating across rivers on the backs of ducks or malignant water rats and then having a hectic time getting back into school and drying off. After that I went to Mount Barker to get my paintings from Juliette's. Then going to Officeworks and got a toaster oven to melt paint in and took their little cartons of milk because they taste better. Then saw Chris and Jude, then watched things on iView, and then stayed up all night to do my Personal Project which counts for 10 credits.
Friday
Handed up project, came home sick and slept until my Pa came in to say he had lost the court case against my mother which means my sister no longer lives with us. Then me, dad and my sister went to this awards thing I had to attend, which was in the advertiser building five floors up and got to see people in the reception area below and you could see that everyone actually walks like monkeys from the view we had there. Then I unexpectedly won Young Writer of The Year and had to have my photo taken by a one armed man who said to be groovy and have mojo and then we went home and watched The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.
Saturday
The first half of the day was interesting but it was when my sister ran away from mum's two hours after arriving that it really got serious. Pa and I went to get her from her hideout - she had run through a creek barefoot to avoid capture... then my friend texted to say she got dumped and so we organised to meet... then me my sister and dad went to the police station to see if she was allowed to come home with us but they didnt want to go against the court order and we kind of sat in silence waiting for mum to arrive. When she did she pulled the meanest face I've ever seen at me and I don't know why but it was shit. They took my crying sister and left. Then I went to see harry potter again with Bell and its so unintentionally funny, we laughed so much we were the bane of every other viewer's life. When she was in the toilet Steve started telling me stories about urinals and I felt like it was back in the old days. It's been one year exactly since we went to the Balfour's factory with Tom, first dumpster dived and wrote our song Hungarian Rhapsody. It's quite amazing really. Now I'm at my Grandmother's looking up things I want her to buy me such as Kit-Cat Clocks and bolo ties. Can tomorrow possibly hold as much in store???? SHEESH
