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Yesterday was a farewell party for Lucy Zou, who is unfortunately leaving us to go to ANU in canberra. She will be missed greatly. I navigated the train system all the way to my destination, only waiting a meagre 45 minutes for my train connection, which is not that bad. Ive waited far longer. There, we ate indian food, which was, of course, wonderful. We also painted, which i did with reluctance, as i had not been informed that painting would be a featured activity of my day, and im a born artist in the same way a brick is designed with aerodynamics in mind. I painted a leaf, put a shadow under it, and called it "Falling Leaf" and gave it lucy to remember my complete lack of artistic skills by. Lucy, as a side note, can draw wonderfully in the anime style, and most other art styles as well. Im having a good day when more paint ends up on the paper than on me. After that we went out to a chinese place for dinner, which was good, as im a fan of all asian foods. We were cultured during the meal (Drank tea instead of coke, ordered traditional meals, although i was dissapointed to see some of my friends use forks surrepticiously). We managed to ruin any pretence of culture by having fried icecream for desert. I am reminded, at this point, that not all people can use chopsticks, and roughly the same number of people do not know what fried icecream is. First of all, you do NOT eat it with chopsticks. Secondly, its a rough sphere of icecream covered in a batter (usually with an aromatic spirit in it) How they fry it without it all melting, one can only guess at the speed of the frying. However, inspite of sounding like a contradiction, it tastes really good You can even put chocolate sauce on it, if you like. After that, two sets of accomodation plans fall through, but fortunately, Brendan, as kind as he is uncoordinated :P lent me a room for the night, which contained a computer with system shock 2 and a cable modem. Suffice to say, i was in bed by the time most early risers awake. After not eating breakfast, cause thats one of my personal flaws, I got a lift to the station and managed another horrible train journey, including sitting at stanmore for 25 minutes, and central for another 45. I did make it home in fact, with, one could say, a feeling of excitement (and an overuse of commas) Mum was bringing back springs from smithfield, the only place that sells cheap springs of the correct length the springs are for my trampoline which, childish as it may be, is my main source of exercise and stress relief. ive gone without it for a weak, and i feel awful. Mum arrived back a little while ago, roughly 10 mins after I started typing this entry (its 1523H now) Mum had not brought springs, shed gone and seen a friend instead. She had also broght back dinner, something i can appreciate. There are 5 things in this world i do NOT eat, under any circumstances Capsicum, zucchini, cucumber, fish, and carrot cooked in honey. Dont ask about the last one. replace it with squash if it would make you feel better. The dinner was fish, with a cucumber salad, and mum seemed suprised i wasnt overjoyed at the idea of a fish dinner, with cucumber salad. This is where my title comes in. I best go back to my eggs and toast before they go cold. -Leon (And now eileens talking to me again, your fresh flow of news on teresa's hair is being typed up ready for the next entry) Post a comment in response: |
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